CHAPTER 182: 182 - BLUE CROW GANG

[Your cultivation has increased! Eighth stage of the Iron Body Realm - Ninth stage of the Iron Body Realm].

[Name: Long Qingyi

Age: 19

Cultivation: Ninth stage of the Iron Body Realm (50,000 lust points to upgrade)

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

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

Lineage: Blood of the Corruption Dragon God (Legendary grade, 2,500,000 lust points to upgrade.)

Constitution: Primordial Dragon Body (Legendary grade, 2,500,000 lust points to upgrade.)

Lust points: 65,342]

Qingyi stretched, still sitting up in the bed, his eyes focused on the system screen.

He had already accumulated a lot of Lust points during his trip to the Nine Peaks Basin and with the night he had spent with Qingxue, he still had enough points to finally advance to the Burning Blood Realm.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t ready for that yet.

Sighing heavily, he turned towards the silver-haired beauty sleeping peacefully beside him.

His hands roamed over her voluptuous, naked body, flowing down to her buttocks and squeezing them hard, feeling the creamy, sweaty skin spread between his fingers.

"Nghn~~" Qingxue opened her eyes softly, her full, pink lips curving into a sweet smile as she blushed deeply.

"Do you sense something new in your husband?" Qingyi asked and Qingxue’s eyes widened.

"Have you made a breakthrough?" she asked, that realization immediately awakening her up.

Her large breasts bounced as she rose quickly, their jiggling only being controlled when they hit Qingyi’s ribs, squeezing against him.

"Yes, I should reach the Burning Blood Realm soon, hehehe." Qingyi let out a giggle as he grabbed Qingxue’s waist, pulling her onto his lap.

"Ah... it seems I really am unable to reach you..." Qingxue smiled bitterly, but in the end just snuggled even closer into Qingyi’s embrace.

"Maybe not, but you can still be better than everyone else, right?" Qingyi pressed her lips against Qingxue’s.

"What do you think about cultivating while I deal with those damned bandits? I should have enough spirit crystals for a medium-level cultivation room."

Those words only made the bitterness on Qingxue’s face grow even stronger.

"You think I’m a burden- Nghnn~~" Before she could even finish her sentence, Qingxue let out a high-pitched moan as Qingyi’s hands hit her ass with a loud smack, shockwaves spreading through her voluptuous flesh.

"You’re not a burden, not even close. It’s just that I’m enough to deal with those pigs, you should just focus on getting stronger for the Eternal River Sect selection." Qingyi gently placed his hand on her cheek.

Qingxue shivered, but in the end just nodded.

"Now... why don’t we take a bath? We’re filthy." Without waiting for an answer, Qingyi used Qingxue’s buttocks to support her on his lap as he lifted her up.

Soon, they found themselves sinking into a steaming bathtub, washing each other’s bodies and loving each other a little more before finally getting dressed and heading to the nearest cultivation hall.

There, Qingyi paid 30 low-level spirit crystals for two days of a cultivation room for Qingxue, bidding her farewell with one last kiss before finding himself alone again.

’Ruxue, how’s the little one?’ Qingyi asked as he walked down the tumultuous central street of White Peak City.

’She’s fine, the girls are competing to be the most loved by her,’ Ruxue replied.

’Let me see, are Elize and Feiyan winning?’ Qingyi was unable to hide a bright smile on his face.

"No... I am, fufufu~~" Ruxue let out a giggle, imagining Qingyi’s incredulous face when he heard that.

"I won’t believe it until I see it." Qingyi shook his head, tempted to enter Ruxue’s world of the mind.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have much time to waste.

He already had some idea of where the mines were where little Yao’s parents were and the sooner he acted, the better her chances of not ending up an orphan.

Without further delay, Qingyi crossed the great gates of the White Peak City before turning towards the great mountain ranges on the horizon and starting to run.

He activated his lightning steps at maximum speed and also the set of the three-bladed monarch, hiding his presence almost completely.

Unlike when he was in the outer region, Qingyi didn’t dare walk freely in the basin of the nine peaks.

All it took was one encounter with a beast from the Nascent Soul Realm or the Rebirth Realm for him to be dead.

***

In the depths of the great eastern forest, dozens of undernourished figures could be seen going in and out of the entrance to a gloomy cave.

On their bony backs, they carried buckets and buckets full of spirit crystals.

"WORK FASTER YOU BASTARDS!" The loud crack of a leather whip echoed and a young man fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

His back was in living flesh, his thin fingers tearing at the muddy ground as he tried to escape from his captor, a fat, ugly man with long blue hair.

"You damned worm, did I give you extra rations yesterday for you to keep lazing around like that?" The bandit gritted his teeth as he approached, stomping on the young man’s head and sinking it into a puddle of mud.

It wasn’t long before the young man started struggling, desperately trying to breathe.

"Didn’t the boss tell us to stop killing the slaves? It looks like the capture group has run into some trouble, we need to control ourselves." Another bandit approached.

"Uh... shit." The first thug kicked the young man away.

"Get the fuck up and start working, while my patience is still- ghulk." The thug’s words were interrupted by a guttural choke as the blood rose in his throat, flowing down his lips like an endless torrent.

Looking down, he saw a sword piercing his chest, a powerful Qi of lightning dancing across the blade and tearing through flesh, skin and bone.

He couldn’t even scream, let alone react.

"S-shit, who the hell are you?" Another bandit roared, grabbing the axe at his waist.

Qingyi didn’t respond and just swung the heaven-defying thunder sword, a clean cut appearing on the bandit’s neck, decapitating him instantly.

"Ah... filthy trash." Qingyi threw a healing pill at the dying young man before imbuing Qi into his voice and roaring.

"Bring your necks here, faggots, so I can cut them off and paint this forest with your blood!"