Chapter 58

Long Qingyi sat down on a stone bench.

He had woken up in the morning and it was already close to sunset.

He was still a long way from fully recovering, but he could already walk without feeling much pain.

Wearing his usual pure white robe, his mind wandered through various thoughts until it finally settled on the image of Hua Feiyan.

Tang Biyue had never given him time to think about anything other than his own survival.

But now, watching the sun set over the horizon and feeling the cool, pleasant breeze on his face, he finally had the calm he needed to think about her.

He remembered the weeping voice and the eyes full of despair of the bronzed beauty. He couldn’t help feeling his heart burn, as if a knife were piercing it.

It was horrible, but nothing compared to what she was probably feeling after he had been taken by Biyue.

"I’ve hurt her again..." Qingyi gritted his teeth, looking up at the sky.

The clouds, once white, were now tinged pink in the sunset light.

And he knew exactly why. It was because he was weak.

That was what it all came down to.

What could they do against him if he was a transcendence realm cultivator? Nothing.

Hua Feiyan would never have to suffer, none of his future wives would ever have to worry about anything.

He had no regrets about fighting Tianming.

If he had another chance, he would do it all over again, but this time, he would make sure that Tianming died without even touching him.

Because that’s what a powerful man should do.

He opened his mouth, wanting to promise the heavens that once he had met Hua Feiyan again, he would never let her suffer because of him, but he held back.

That was a promise he probably wouldn’t be able to keep.

He knew that well.

Pushing useless thoughts from his mind, he observed the lightning spirit temple around him.

He needed to earn lust points and return to the sect, not torture himself.

He would do his best to repay Feiyan once everything was settled.

The temple was a relatively small place compared to the great temples of the Golden Sun Kingdom, but it was well kept.

The central courtyard was barely smaller than the training arena for the ascending dragon sect’s outer disciples.

Surrounding the courtyard were pavilions for alchemy, cultivation and dormitories.

The courtyard itself was used for training in the lightning arts, with its stone floor marked with lightning patterns.

At the center of it all was the temple’s central pavilion, the throne room of the spirit they served and the residence of the current master priestess, Qin Yueli.

It was a beautiful place where he could easily choose to spend the rest of his life, were it not for the miserable density of Qi.

The temple itself was considerably rich in Qi compared to its surroundings, but it was still at least 20 times less dense than the poorer Qi locations in the ascending dragon sect.

While he was lost in thought, he heard dozens of footsteps approaching as the gate opened, revealing the lightning priestesses.

They seemed to train every day, without exception.

Their bodies drenched in sweat and their breasts bouncing with every step as they ran towards the courtyard.

They didn’t even give themselves time to rest before they drew their swords and started training.

"Couldn’t they have chosen another color for their clothes? Or a thicker fabric..." Qingyi whispered, but obviously wasn’t going to complain.

He could easily see everything through the damp fabric, from their pale skins and pink nipples to the plump, dark contours of their untouched pussies.

It wasn’t much different from being naked in front of them.

Yet they seemed totally oblivious to Qingyi’s gaze, concentrating on their dancing, with powerful rays surrounding their sensual bodies.

"Have you recovered well, young master Qingyi?" A sweet, soft voice called out to him.

Turning around, his eyes met those of Qin Yueli. She was no different from the other priestesses.

Her pale skin bore a golden glow from the reflection of the light of the setting sun, and her breasts rose and fell with her panting breaths.

Qingyi watched her for a brief moment, feeling great admiration for these women’s focus on their training.

"Greetings, master priestess," He put his fists together in a formal bow before speaking. "My meridians have suffered some damage, but I should be able to fully recover them in a few days..."

"Oh... no need for such formality, you can call me Yueli..." Qin Yueli shuddered slightly.

She had seen a seriously injured Qingyi incapacitate a fourth-stage Foundation Realm cultivator as if he were playing.

Although they were in the same cultivation realm, she couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable at being treated with such formality.

Qingyi was stronger and younger than her, by a margin she could barely imagine.

After a brief moment’s hesitation, she finally plucked up the courage to ask: "Are you from the main land?"

"Yes." Qingyi didn’t think long before answering. "I’m from the Ascending Dragon Sect. I ended up having an accident and was forced to use a teleportation talisman..."

"I was lucky to fall next to kind and orthodox cultivators like you. I don’t know what would have happened to me if you hadn’t saved me."

Qingyi focused his eyes on Qin Yueli’s.

He had saved their lives by getting rid of that army of bandits, but he probably wouldn’t have been able to resist his injuries if they hadn’t treated him immediately.

"W-well, it was you who saved us! We just returned the gratitude," Qin Yueli turned her face quickly, avoiding Qingyi’s gaze.

Her heart was racing and a red flush appeared on her face.

’What’s going on, why am I like this?’ she wondered, but was soon interrupted by a question from Qingyi, who was watching her with amusement.

Virgin and innocent... he liked those.

"Where am I exactly?"

"This is the Heavenly Thunder Realm," Qin Yueli replied.

"Heavenly Thunder Realm?" Qingyi repeated in his mind.

The Blue Moon Continent was large, many times bigger than the earth and with hundreds of different nations.

He couldn’t find anything about such a kingdom in his memory.

"Oh... it’s natural that you don’t know..." Yueli smiled.

Standing up, she raised her gaze to one of the many cherry trees that decorated the courtyard.

With a light movement, she jumped, breaking off a small stick and landing softly.

Returning to Qingyi’s side, she used the stick and some lightning Qi to draw a map on the ground.