CHAPTER 149: 149 - MASSAGE

Qingyi was sitting on the sect’s throne, his lips taking Elize’s nipples for themselves.

His cock was deep in the throat of one of the priestesses, the cheeks of her beautiful face sinking as she sucked voraciously.

"Nghn~~ Did the husband miss us?" Elize moaned, feeling Qingyi’s tongue dance around her nipples, sucking every last drop of her sweet nectar.

His hands massaged her big, heavy, pale mountains, barely managing to encapsulate a fraction of that luscious flesh.

"Ah... how could I not?" He smiled as he abandoned Elize’s nipples.

At that very moment, he heard a soft grunt escape from the priestess between his legs.

Her eyes widened as Qingyi’s cock exploded, spurting large streams of hot, viscous liquid into her throat.

"Gulp... Gulp... Gulp... Ahh... thank you for the meal, young master Qingyi!" The priestess gasped, squeezing her large bosoms together as she stuck out her small, pink tongue.

Not a single drop had been wasted.

Qingyi just smiled as he pulled her onto his lap too.

For the rest of the morning, he had fun with the girls before finally leaving, looking at his status screen.

[Name: Long Qingyi

Age: 19

Cultivation: Seventh stage of the golden core realm (3400 lust points to upgrade)

Affinities: Lightning 98 - Sword: 97 - Charm: 1000 (can be upgraded in the lust store)

Spiritual roots: Mid-level lightning sword root (100,000 lust points to upgrade, new roots can be bought in the lust store).

Bloodline: Blood of the Corruption Dragon God (Epic grade, 500,000 lust points to upgrade.)

Constitution: Body of the primordial dragon (Epic grade, 500,000 lust points to upgrade.)

Lust points: 26.717]

The girls’ rewards had diminished greatly, even with their advancement to the foundation realm.

Still, Qingyi was happy.

That was more than enough to advance to the Iron Body realm with a very powerful foundation.

With a sigh, he returned to the sect.

Now it was time to find his master and start preparing for the scarlet dragon competition.

"Master, Disciple Long Qingyi is back. The mission was a success." Qingyi bowed, arriving in the spacious gardens of Elder Qingxue’s mansion.

She was as cold and serene as ever, calmly sipping from a cup of tea.

"You didn’t come to report to me immediately, why?" she asked, her cheeks flushed a subtle pink as she turned towards Qingyi.

"I’m sorry, master, but this disciple had something important to deal with."

important? What could be more important than paying respects to his master?

Qingxue’s mind raced non-stop, the pink on her cheeks getting even more intense as she remembered those two women he had slept with his sword spirit.

She already knew about them, obviously.

Twenty-one incomparably powerful, beautiful and talented priestesses, their master an expert of the Iron Body realm.

Were they his disciple’s ’something important’?

Qingxue stood up, trying to hide his blushing face. "Draw your sword, let’s train."

"Yes, master!"

Qingyi was unable to hide the soft smile on his face as he followed his master into the arena.

She stopped her steps, her beautiful, icy blue eyes focusing on Qingyi as her double swords slid out of their sheaths.

"I believe your journey was not for nothing. Show me what you’ve learned." She spoke, her voice gentle and serene as her clothes fluttered on her wind Qi.

Qingyi readied the heaven-defying thunder sword, calming his breathing before releasing his seventh-stage golden core realm aura, observing the surprise on his master’s face.

Without hesitation, he advanced, his lightning sword Qi dancing around his body as he covered the distance between them in a single second.

A metallic clang echoed and Qingyi was forced to take a step back.

’As expected... I’m still a long way from Master,’ he thought, but didn’t let himself be discouraged, using the first form of the Tempest Monarch’s sword art.

Qingxue defended herself easily, a slight tremor running through her arms, but still unable to make her move.

But Qingyi didn’t stop there, immediately using the second form of the Storm Monarch’s Sword Art, focusing the Qi blade on a single point.

A loud bang spread throughout the arena, a crater appearing beneath her feet as she was forced back two steps.

"Good... your power has increased considerably." Qingxue said, but Qingyi just shook his head.

"I’m not finished yet!" He roared, his sword turning into a blur as he used the third form of the Stormy Monarch sword art.

Qingxue’s eyes couldn’t help but flicker softly as she saw the descending attack coming at her.

That power... was not something a cultivator of the Golden Core realm should have.

She raised her sword over her head, finally releasing more than sixty percent of her power.

A cloud of dust rose, following a thunderous explosion, electric lightning bolts spreading for dozens of meters, destroying everything in front of them before finally being immobilized by the wind Qi.

Qingxue couldn’t hide the shock on her face as she swung her sword, forcing Qingyi to retreat.

How could his power have grown so much and so quickly?

She was sure that that last attack was part of the same technique he had used against her during his first training session.

Had he really learned and mastered another move of such a powerful technique in such a short time?

"Qingyi." She called out, her cold, serene voice carrying a slight tremor.

"Yes, master." Qingyi bowed.

"The sect leader has already come to talk to me about your deeds, so your reward for that won’t be low. But since you went on that mission at my request, I’ll also give you a suitable reward."

She took a step towards the handsome young man.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

"Hmm..." Qingyi thought for a moment, dozens of possibilities appearing in his mind until a kinky smile appeared on his lips, lasting for a brief moment before he suppressed it.

"I realize that the master has been too tense. This disciple would like to ask permission to offer the master a massage to help her relax!"