NTR: Choice Based System

Tan Shui's expression twisted into a sneer, With a flick of his wrist, a razor-sharp gust of wind sliced through the air, hurtling towards Ye Yang. The unknown extent of Ye Yang's powers didn't deter him; bolstered by the formidable presence of his Spirit Cultivation stage allies, Tan Shui attacked with confidence, dismissing Ye Yang as a potential threat.

Ye Yang's eyes widened in surprise as Tan Shui's sudden attack caught him off guard. He attempted to dodge, but the wind blade's razor-sharp edge still managed to graze his chest, slicing through his clothing and leaving a shallow gash. Instinctively, Ye Yang raised his hands to deflect the blow, mitigating the damage.

The force of the attack sent Ye Yang flying 200 meters into the forest, his body crashing against a rugged boulder. The impact knocked the wind from his lungs, and he slid to the ground, dazed. Ye Yang struggled to regain his footing, his chest stinging from the wound and his back throbbing from the collision.

Tan Shui's eyes narrowed as he assessed the aftermath of his attack. Ye Yang's struggles to rise, the shallow gash on his chest, and his clumsy landing revealed the truth: his cultivation was barely at the Meridian Opening stage. A cultivator of higher calibre would have dodged or countered the attack with ease, even if caught off guard.

Min Kai's gaze lingered on Ye Yang's wounded form, her expression a mix of concern and disappointment. She, too, realized that his cultivation was limited, far from the powerful ally she had hoped for.

The two Spirit Cultivation stage cultivators exchanged knowing glances, their faces reflecting a renewed sense of confidence. Tan Shui's attack had exposed Ye Yang's vulnerability, and they knew that eliminating him would pose little challenge.

"The Meridian Opening stage, at best," Tan Shui sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're no match for us, Boy. Your bravery is admirable, but futile."

Ye Yang's vision blurred as he stumbled to his feet, the boulder's unforgiving surface still resonating with the force of his collision. His head spun, and his chest throbbed with a dull ache, but he gritted his teeth and focused on the figure before him - Tan Shui, the man who had attacked him without warning.

Min Kai's eyes met Ye Yang's, her expression a mixture of worry and guilt. She knew that her actions had led to this moment, that Ye Yang's attempt to aid her had made him a target. Her gaze faltered, weighed down by the knowledge that she had put him in harm's way.

Ye Yang's gaze, however, remained fixed on Tan Shui, his eyes burning with a quiet intensity. Despite the pain and dizziness, he stood tall, his resolve unshaken. Tan Shui's attack had only strengthened his determination to protect Min Kai and uncover the truth behind the sinister forces arrayed against her.

Tan Shui and his companions sneered at Ye Yang, convinced they had pegged him as a lowly Meridian Opening stage cultivator. But unbeknownst to them, their assessment was grossly inaccurate. Ye Yang's true cultivation level was a mere 1st level Qi Awakening stage, an entire realm below their estimation.

This misjudgement stemmed from Ye Yang's unorthodox aura, which lacked the distinct characteristics of a typical cultivator. His unique energy signature, forged through mysterious circumstances, had masked his true strength – or lack thereof.

Just as Tan Shui was poised to unleash his second attack, a low, ominous voice reverberated through the air, sending a shiver down the spines of all present. "YOU DARE," it growled, the words dripping with malevolent intent.

The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, its origin unknown. Tan Shui's eyes narrowed, his gaze darting about, searching for the speaker. His companions exchanged uneasy glances, their confidence wavering in the face of this unexpected interruption.

Min Kai's eyes widened, her heart racing with a mix of fear and hope. Who was this mysterious voice, and what did they want? Would they intervene on Ye Yang's behalf, or did they have ulterior motives?

The air trembled with the weight of Hell's enraged voice, its divine fury striking fear into the hearts of mortals. The tone was unmistakable - a god addressing mere insects. Yet, Hell remained invisible, his presence felt but not seen.

With swift, purposeful strides, Hell moved towards Ye Yang, who recognized the voice instantly.

Min Kai's eyes darted wildly, searching for the source of the voice, but found only an unsettling, oppressive presence.

As Hell approached Ye Yang, his gaze burned with an unyielding resolve. His instincts screamed for vengeance, to annihilate the offenders without mercy. However, he restrained himself, allowing First Elder Eva Angel to take the lead.

Eva Angel emerged from the shadows, her ethereal beauty contrasting with the malevolent aura surrounding her. "Leave them to me," she said, her voice a gentle whisper laced with steel.

Hell nodded, his attention shifting to Ye Yang, he examined the wounds inflicted upon him. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he assessed the damage. "You will pay for touching him," he whispered, his voice a deadly promise.

As Eva Angel stepped forward, her radiant blonde beauty illuminated the surroundings, captivating the attention of all present. Tan Shui's initial wariness gave way to amusement, and he laughed aloud, his eyes roving over Eva's elegant form.

"Ha! A lovely beauty, with big melons," Tan Shui sneered, his confidence restored. "Do you think a pretty face and a sexy physique can intimidate me?"

Min Kai, however, sensed an undercurrent of tension. She noticed the two Spirit Cultivation stage cultivators remaining vigilant, their eyes scanning the surroundings with heightened alertness.

Their caution was well-founded. They had detected the ominous voice earlier, a voice that didn't belong to the beautiful woman before them. It meant there was another, more formidable presence lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike.

The two cultivators exchanged subtle glances; their faces set in grave expressions. They knew that Eva Angel's emergence might be a diversion, a clever tactic to distract them from the true threat.

As Tan Shui continued to mock Eva, the cultivators positioned themselves defensively, prepared for an ambush. Their eyes darted between Eva and the surrounding darkness, anticipating the moment when the hidden foe would reveal themselves.

Tan Shui's laughter echoed through the air, his voice dripping with sadistic intent. "Ah, one bitch falls, and other rises to take her place. How delightful! I'll personally ensure you become my breeding machine, my little plaything."

His gaze shifted to Ye Yang, a twisted grin spreading across his face. "And you, are you, her son? Or perhaps her lover? Whatever the case, you'll soon be begging for mercy as I defile her before your eyes."

Tan Shui's eyes gleamed with a madman's fervour, his words dripping with malice. Eva Angel's expression remained serene, but her eyes flashed with a hint of fury, a promise of retribution to come. Find adventures at m v lem|p-yr