The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System

Chapter 776 - A Wedding to Remember (01)

[Note: Sorry for the irregularity in the chapter release schedule—I had to take a short trip with my dad and just got home. Everything will be back to normal soon.On the 1st of next month, we'll start posting extra chapters every day for the rest of the month, with the goal of reaching 10,000 privs unlocks and getting to Tier 2 in Classic WinWin.]

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It didn't take long before Qingyi found himself back in Rouxi's bath.

The beauty was nestled in his arms, her full, soft ass cushioning his lap, her head resting on his broad chest as the warm water of the pool enveloped both their bodies.

A complex emotion swirled in her green eyes.

The purity she had guarded for so many, many years had finally been taken… and by her own adopted son, of all people.

It was hard not to feel her heart tremble at the thought.

Still, in that moment, wrapped in his strong arms, she felt strangely at peace, relaxed in a way she hadn't known in decades.

"It's already late afternoon…" she murmured, the blush on her cheeks deepening as memories of the previous night came flooding back.

They'd fucked for ten straight hours, pausing only briefly at dawn before resuming.

The wedding was set to begin in two, maybe three hours.

"I know." Qingyi flashed a smile, sliding his hand beneath the warm water until his palm cupped one of her plump ass cheeks.

His fingers sank effortlessly into the pliant flesh before he gave the cheek a light pat.

The supple skin quivered beneath his palm, a slow, gentle wave undulating across her pale buttock before settling back into stillness.

"Let's go. Rou'er must be anxious by now."

He rose to his feet along with her, strands of pearly water trickling down their still-entwined bodies, tracing shimmering paths across their bare skin.

Rouxi was about to slip from his arms when Qingyi tightened his grip on her hips, leaned over her, and sealed her lips with a lingering, possessive kiss.

Satisfied, he finally stepped out of the pool, taking her with him.

The two dried their bodies with Qi, the moisture rising from their skin in a fine mist.

Qingyi wasted no time choosing clothes since, fortunately, the girls in the mind world had already prepared something for him, crafted from the highest-quality spiritual silk.

Feiyan had created the design, and Meilin had woven it all by hand with the help of Aeryn and her elven magic. It was a project that had taken the three of them over three months to complete.

He really needed to reward them after the wedding.

With a slight wave, Qingyi retrieved the clothes—prepared with such love by the three of them—from inside his spatial ring.

Immediately, a black robe appeared on his shoulders.

It was similar to what he usually wore, though far more refined.

On the dark fabric, images seemed to take on a life of their own—purple and golden dragons running the entire length of the robe, baring sharp fangs, their eyes filled with a battle-ready intensity yet also with love.

Beneath the black robe appeared a sleek, elegant white shirt, contrasting beautifully with his jet-black pants.

Even his hairstyle had changed; it was now tied into a graceful ponytail, with a black ribbon carefully holding it in place.

Every part of his being seemed framed by unparalleled elegance and masculinity.

Faced with such beauty and those luxurious clothes crafted with such care, even Rouxi watched him with sparkling eyes.

"What's the matter? Want some too?" Qingyi let out a soft chuckle, his lips curving into a mischievous smile. "I think there's still time to include you as one of the brides at the wedding, hehehe…"

He watched as Rouxi blushed immediately, her pale cheeks tinged with a deep pink.

"Just… let's get going." She looked away, extending her delicate hand to grab his arm.

She, too, had retrieved a dress from her own spatial ring, in no way inferior to Qingyi's attire.

Unlike the green she usually wore, this one was a deep blue, the silken fabric clinging to her every curve.

The cloth sank into the valley between her ample breasts, hugging the soft swell of each one before rising tightly to form a V-shaped neckline. It climbed up to her shoulders and flowed down into elegant sleeves.

She leaned into him, pulling one of Qingyi's arms toward her ample breasts.

The twin mounds of pale, supple flesh swallowed his arm from both sides, cradling it in a depth of softness that seemed to know no end.

Her warm, fragrant skin pressed against his, and with every step they took, the abundant flesh swayed gently against his arm, jiggling in a mesmerizing rhythm that was impossible to ignore.

Qingyi simply savored the embrace as he walked alongside his adoptive mother, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

The sect was bustling that day.

Most of the tournament's visitors, unwilling to endure the months-long journey through the cosmos to get there and back, had decided to stay at the sect and watch the wedding between Long Qingyi, Xue Hua, and Bai Yunxi before departing.

Even though most would not have the chance to witness the ceremony in person, the event would still be broadcast on giant screens measuring over a thousand inches, scattered throughout various squares in the sect.

The entire sect had prepared for the wedding.

Qingyi had already been officially recognized as the greatest genius of recent generations in the northern region, and the young women—Bai Yunxi, Xue Hua, and Rou'er—were, in their own right, three of the four greatest beauties in that region.

Given all this, it was truly difficult for anyone to compare themselves to them.

The wedding of such famous young people caught the attention not only of the entire Myriad Beasts Sect but also of many other sects throughout the region.

Even the guests from the central region stayed to watch, although the representatives who had participated in the tournament itself were neither invited nor welcome.

This was only natural, since one of them was dead and the other was still recovering from what Bai Hu Lie had done to him.

When Qingyi and Rouxi finally stepped out into the palace corridors, two female guards—both just one step away from the realm of the Stellar Sovereign—walked alongside them, providing a careful escort.

The couple's soft footsteps and the heavy clang of the guards' armor echoed through the corridors as they made their way to the palace's largest and most luxurious hall, where the wedding was set to take place.

The entire venue had been carefully sealed off, with all the guests already inside.

The leaders of the thirty largest sects in the northern region occupied an elevated podium, positioned even above the wedding altar, all seated at a gigantic rectangular table.

At its center, occupying the seat of greatest prestige, sat the old cosmic emperor from the central region.

To his left sat the leader of the Myriad Beasts Sect. To his right was the leader of the Cosmic Dawn Sect, with the Grand Elder of the Cosmic Void Sect—Xue Hua's father—seated right beside him.

The moment Qingyi passed through the central doorway, his black robes fluttering like living shadows around him, the lively conversations died down in an instant.

All eyes turned to him and to Rouxi, who walked gracefully by his side.

Some faces showed respect. Others, curiosity.

And on a few, such as that of the leader of the Divine Sword Sect, a hint of murderous intent lurked behind a polite, barely contained facade.

It was his disciple who should have been standing there, at the altar, as Yunxi's husband. Not Qingyi.

That had always been the young man's dream, and the old master had supported him with everything he had.

Unfortunately, Qingyi had stolen that dream from him.

Of course, the old man didn't let his anger show. He was no fool.

Qingyi had far too much support.

He was there only to keep up appearances before those powerful allies, doing his best to stifle the bloodlust burning in his chest.

Qingyi advanced in silence, indifferent to the gazes following him.

Halfway there, Rouxi slipped away from his side, planting a brief kiss on the corner of his cheek. With a graceful smile, she rose into the air, flying toward the podium where the sect leaders awaited.

She landed lightly on the marble floor and settled into the only vacant chair among the five main seats.

Qingyi let out a soft sigh, his lips curving into a discreet smile as he made his way toward the altar, where a priest of the Heron people awaited him with a gentle expression.

But he did not ascend the altar immediately.

He paused for a brief moment, letting his gaze sweep over the faces of the great leaders gathered on the podium.

Then, in a calm gesture, he turned his back on them and faced the large central gates.

He crossed his arms behind his back with elegance and waited, patient as a statue.

Gradually, conversation filled the hall once more. Many approached to pay their respects to Qingyi, asking curious yet always polite questions.

A little over twenty minutes passed before the chatter died down again, and an expectant silence took hold of the room.

The wives were arriving.