NTR: Choice Based System

Li Mei felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew the implications of her actions.

"He… he saved my life, Sword Saint God,"

she stammered, her voice trembling slightly. "He risked everything to protect me and my companions. I… I owed him a debt."

"A debt that could cost him his life," the Sword Saint God countered, his gaze unwavering.

"Your clan's techniques are not meant for outsiders. They are steeped in your bloodline, attuned to your specific spiritual resonance.

Giving them to Ye Yang could have unforeseen and dangerous consequences. If your clan finds out…" He trailed off, the unspoken threat hanging heavy in the air.

He knew the insular nature of the cultivation world, the fierce protection of family secrets.

If Li Mei's clan discovered she had shared their heirloom with an outsider, they would likely seek retribution, and Ye Yang would become a target.

Li Mei lowered her head, her heart heavy with regret. She hadn't considered the full ramifications of her actions.

She had been so focused on helping Ye Yang, on repaying her debt, that she had overlooked the potential danger she had placed him in.

"I… I didn't think," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.

The Sword Saint God sighed, his expression softening slightly. He understood her intentions, but that didn't diminish the potential consequences.

"You acted from the heart, Li Mei," he said, his voice gentler now.

"But sometimes, the path of good intentions can lead to unforeseen dangers. We must be careful with the knowledge we share, for it can be a double-edged sword."

He looked at Ye Yang, still lost in his trance, a flicker of concern in his eyes. "He has a great destiny ahead of him," he thought. "But this… this could complicate things."

The Sword Saint God looked at Ye Yang, lost in his trance.

In his mind, Ye Yang felt free, like the wind itself. His soul, detached from his body, travelled around freely, like a gentle breeze.

He looked at the library from a different angle, observing the disciples oblivious to his ethereal presence.

He saw Li Mei, her face etched with worry as she watched his physical form cultivate, and then he saw the Sword Saint God.

Li Mei's gaze was fixed on his body, but Ye Yang's disembodied awareness clearly perceived the Sword Saint God's eyes following his soul's journey.

Then, as subtly as the wind shifts, his soul returned to his body. He opened his eyes, a sense of profound understanding settling within him.

The Sword Saint God offered a rare smile. "Congratulations, Ye Yang," he said, his voice resonating with approval. "You have comprehended another element."

Li Mei, relief flooding her features, also offered her congratulations.

But Ye Yang, perceptive as ever, saw something amiss in her demeanour. He sensed the undercurrent of anxiety beneath her forced cheerfulness.

"Li Mei, what's wrong?" he asked gently.

Hesitantly, she explained the Sword Saint God's words, the potential danger she had unwittingly placed him in.

She spoke of the insular nature of her clan, their fierce protection of their secret arts, and the possible repercussions if they discovered she had shared the heirloom.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she apologized, her voice choked with emotion. "I never meant to put you at risk, Ye Yang. I thought I was helping, but I may have endangered your life."

Ye Yang smiled, a reassuring gesture. 'All of this feels…illusory,' he thought. 'If this world is just a trial, how can there be any real risk to my life? And unless she or the Sword Saint God tells anyone, how would her clan ever know?' He reached out and gently squeezed her hand. "Don't worry, Li Mei," he said, his voice calm and confident. "I appreciate your concern, but I believe everything will be alright."

The Sword Saint God, who had been observing the exchange, smiled. He had seen the flicker of fear in Li Mei's eyes, the weight of her mistake.

But he had also seen the genuine gratitude and loyalty in Ye Yang's gaze, his unwavering trust in his friend.

"This is what I wanted to see in my disciple's eyes," he thought. "Not blind obedience, but a clear mind, a compassionate heart, and unwavering self-belief."

"Ye Yang," the Sword Saint God said, his voice ringing with authority.

"Continue your training. Hone your skills, and when you are ready, come and meet me."

With those words, he turned and vanished, leaving Ye Yang and Li Mei alone in the quiet library.

Li Mei, her worry somewhat assuaged by Ye Yang's calm demeanour, lingered for a while longer, discussing a few things with him.

She was still curious about his cultivation, about his pursuit of mastering all five elements.

"Ye Yang," she began hesitantly, "I've noticed you've been diligently studying the elements. Yang, Earth, Water, Wind… and now you're aiming for Space. What… what are you trying to achieve? What's your ultimate goal?"

Ye Yang smiled enigmatically. "Li Mei," he replied, "if I told you, you might not believe me. It's something I can't fully explain yet, something I need to experience and understand myself first. Just… wait and see. The result will speak for itself."

Her curiosity piqued; Li Mei nodded. "Alright," she said, "I understand. Some things are best left unspoken until they manifest. But," she continued, her voice turning serious, "about the jade slip… about my family's techniques… I promise you; I won't breathe a word of it to anyone."

"My family… they can be very… protective of their secrets. If, by any chance, they find out that you know our clan's technique, even if it's through some unforeseen circumstance, please… please tell me. We'll face the consequences together."

Ye Yang's smile softened. He reached out and gently patted her head, a gesture that reminded him of his little sister, Ye Mu. T

he thought brought a pang of longing to his heart. He missed her dearly.

"Li Mei," he said reassuringly, "I know you're worried, and I appreciate your loyalty. But trust me, even if they try to find out, they'll never know."

"Unless we tell them, how could they possibly connect me to your clan's secret art? It's not like I'm going to go around broadcasting it." He chuckled lightly, trying to lighten the mood.

Li Mei, though still a little apprehensive, felt a wave of warmth at his comforting gesture. She knew Ye Yang was right.

Unless they spoke of it, the connection was virtually impossible to trace. She offered a small smile in return.

"You're right," she conceded. "I'm probably just being overly anxious. But still… thank you, Ye Yang. For everything."

After a few more moments of comfortable silence, Li Mei bid Ye Yang farewell, promising to check on his progress from time to time.

As she walked away, Ye Yang watched her retreating figure, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Once she was gone, Ye Yang turned his attention back to his cultivation. He knew he had to prepare himself, both mentally and physically, before he could even begin to comprehend the most powerful and enigmatic of all elements – Space.

He had mastered the Yang, Earth, Water, and Wind energies, and he had a nascent understanding of their interactions. But Space… Space was different. It was the canvas upon which all other elements were painted, the very fabric of reality itself.

He sat down in a meditative posture, his mind emptying of all thoughts, all distractions. He focused on his dantian, the centre of his spiritual energy, feeling the swirling vortex of Qi within him.

He visualized the five elements, each distinct yet interconnected, like threads in a complex tapestry. Yang, blazing like the sun; Earth, solid and unyielding; Water, flowing and adaptable; Wind, swift and unpredictable; and at the centre of it all, the void, the emptiness that contained everything – Space.

He began to circulate his Qi, guiding it through the meridians and acupoints he had learned from Li Mei's jade slip.

He felt the wind energy coursing through his body, cleansing and invigorating him.

He imagined the wind carrying his awareness, expanding his perception beyond the confines of his physical form, allowing him to sense the subtle vibrations of the world around him.

He spent hours in this meditative state, refining his control over the wind element, making it an extension of his will.

He practiced creating miniature whirlwinds, controlling their speed and direction with increasing precision.

He learned to feel the subtle shifts in air pressure, the minute changes in temperature that heralded a change in the wind's direction.

He knew that comprehending Space would require more than just manipulating energy.

It would require a fundamental shift in his understanding of reality, a transcendence of the limitations of his physical senses.

He had to learn to perceive the world not as a collection of objects, but as a network of interconnected energies, a symphony of vibrations playing out across the canvas of Space.

It was a daunting task, but Ye Yang was determined. He would not rest until he had unravelled the mysteries of Space and harnessed its power.

The journey ahead was long and arduous, but he was ready to embark on it, his heart filled with anticipation and his spirit burning with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge.