The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System

Qingyi followed Margareth's voluptuous figure in silence, his eyes roaming over her delicate back and the gentle sway of her hips, sending ripples across her round, perky bubblebutt.

There were no guards protecting her and the few knights below her seemed unconcerned about allowing Qingyi, a complete stranger, to be alone by her side.

After all, despite her delicate appearance, she was a powerful sixth-ring mage, and a very talented one at that.

Of course, Qingyi himself wouldn't dare do anything against her, not now.

She wasn't like that guard who accompanied the Wang family's young master; a newcomer to the enlightened soul realm with only slightly above-average talent.

Margareth was truly a powerhouse of the sixth ring, probably second in power only to enlightened soul realm cultivators with bloodlines.

Margareth passed through the large double doors of the lord's mansion, stopping suddenly.

Her fingers brushed a lock of golden hair out of her face as she watched a small army gathered outside.

Around five hundred men in total. There were a few cultivators among them, but the vast majority were mana users.

Naturally, she didn't have time to spend on any pomp. Those pirates were like rats, constantly changing their hiding places, never staying in one place for more than a few days.

They needed to act as quickly as possible.

It didn't take more than thirty minutes before they left the protection of the Eagle Peak Valley walls, marching in two separate lines along the closed trails.

Qingyi walked silently alongside the soldiers, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

He wasn't marching in formation, nor was he obliged to do so, but standing next to them, he couldn't help remembering his life on earth.

The three years he'd spent in the army had been a living hell, but at least he'd learned a lot.

"You're new here, aren't you?" A voice echoed next to Qingyi, coming from a young soldier, one of the locals who had converted to the Auranys faith.

"Yes," Qingyi replied, "I come from the capital."

"Oh..." The young man's eyes twinkled softly. "I've heard that the capital is huge. Is it true that there are millions of people there? Are you here to convert to Auranys too? Her light reaches us all!"

"Well..." Qingyi sighed, shaking his head.

A religious fanatic. Honestly, what else could you expect? Even cultivators were fanatical in a way, but they worshipped the heavens, not a specific deity.

And this worship of the heavens also took place in a very different way.

"Maybe if she was hot..." He whispered, imagining the appearance of such a goddess.

She wouldn't be ugly, would she?

Qingyi barely had time to look away before he was forced to dodge a punch, the soldier's fist passing inches from his face.

"What a blasphemy! How dare you!" The soldier punched again, stopping those marching behind.

"Kid..." A touch of anger appeared on Qingyi's face as he parried the young man's fist. A thin thread of murderous intent left his body.

"If you do that again," Qingyi brought his face close to the young soldier, squeezing so hard that a grunt of pain echoed, "I'll make you see your goddess much faster than you can imagine."

"Is there a problem?" One of the knights overseeing the march approached, his horse slowing down, his powerful mana falling on them both.

The soldier almost fell to his knees while Qingyi just shook his head, continuing to walk.

"N-no, Sir Sillas..." The soldier also resumed walking, holding his aching wrist as he struggled to erase that frightening image of Qingyi from his mind.

***

Many kilometers from the Eagle Peak Valley, there was a colossal, isolated cave, with the sea invading it through a wide, high passage.

Inside, more than ten ships could be seen, all carrying black flags, moored to a makeshift pier. Hundreds of pirates were camping there.

"What do you think of this place?" An aged, soft voice echoed from one of the deepest parts of the cave, where the ocean poured into a deep, violent stream.

It was a man who looked to be in his sixties, with an aged face and a long red beard.

"It's well hidden, but too confined. If anyone breaks in, we'll be like pigs in a slaughterhouse." Another man replied, plunging his hand into the stream, having to protect it with Qi so that the violence of the water wouldn't tear his skin.

This man was like the first, but with a black beard and a deep, flawed voice.

These two were brothers who had founded their pirate group and, together, had terrorized those waters for countless years.

The one with the red beard was in the early flowing meridian realm, while the one with the black beard was at the peak of the enlightened soul realm.

"You think too much, brother. Honestly, you should worry more about finding a way to capture that arrogant bitch. We need a good quality woman, a real good one!"

Redbeard laughed, his face flushing as he remembered the only direct clash his group had had with the golden-haired beauty.

He wouldn't have minded losing his cock just for the chance to have a night with a woman of that level.

"Ah..." Blackbeard just sighed, shaking his head.

He liked women, but he wasn't a lustful man, not compared to his brother.

"Come on, the slaves must have prepared lunch by now. We'll stay here for another week and then we'll leave," said Blackbeard, getting up.

His brother led the way as they made their way to the main part of the cave.

Redbeard barely took a single step out of the tunnel they were in before his whole body locked up.

A powerful explosion echoed and the whole cave shook violently.

"Filthy pigs... you'll pay for giving me so much trouble and hindering my magical research!"

A hate-filled roar echoed and, behind Redbeard, all Blackbeard could see was a powerful flash of light and a scorching heat.