NTR: Choice Based System

Unlike the other two tests, where he had to wander through forests and deserts to complete the tasks, this time Ye Yang found himself inside a black space.

Many other participants were seated there like him, some meditating while others looked as confused as he did.

An unseen voice, booming with authority, reverberated through the void. "This is the Mental Trial," it declared.

"To succeed, you must endure the excruciating mental torment that will inevitably arise during your cultivation. The longer you persevere, the greater your chances of victory become. Furthermore, some among you may even achieve enlightenment and grasp an Immortal Technique."

Suddenly, a blinding light illuminated the space, bathing him and the other participants in its glow. Like the others, Ye Yang assumed the lotus position, closing his eyes to begin his cultivation.

For a brief moment, a sense of tranquillity enveloped him. However, this serenity was short-lived, as soon he began to experience a low mental pain.

An immense pressure bore down on him, as if a high-level cultivator, perhaps even an immortal, was directly exerting their cultivation pressure. Yet, he felt no physical discomfort. Instead, a searing mental anguish intensified with each passing second.

Thirty minutes later, many participants began vomiting blood, while others collapsed unconscious. They vanished from the dark space, disqualified from the trial.

Ye Yang gritted his teeth, sweat beading on his brow despite the lack of physical exertion. The mental anguish was like a thousand needles piercing his mind, each prick a fresh wave of agony.

He could hear the groans and cries of his fellow participants, their mental fortitude crumbling under the immense pressure. One by one, they vanished from the space, their bodies disappearing into nothingness.

Ye Yang, however, refused to yield. He remembered his struggles, emphasizing the importance of mental fortitude in cultivation.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

He drew upon his inner strength, channelling his willpower to resist the onslaught of pain. He imagined himself as a towering mountain, unyielding to the raging storm.

The pressure continued to intensify, pushing him to his limits. His vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to distort and warp. Despair threatened to consume him, whispering doubts and urging him to surrender. But Ye Yang pushed back, drawing upon the memories of his family, his friends, and his dreams. He vowed to overcome this trial, to prove his worthiness.

As time passed, the number of participants dwindled. The groans and cries subsided, replaced by an eerie silence. Ye Yang, now alone in the blinding light, felt a surge of adrenaline. He was the last one standing.

The pressure reached its peak, threatening to shatter his mind. But just as he thought he could endure no more, the pain began to subside. The blinding light softened, revealing a serene landscape – a tranquil garden filled with blooming flowers and a gentle breeze.

Within this serene environment, Ye Yang felt a profound sense of peace. He felt connected to the universe, to the very essence of existence. A surge of energy coursed through his body, awakening a dormant power within him. He had achieved enlightenment.

The unseen voice boomed once more, "Congratulations, child. You have passed the Mental Trial. As a reward, you have been granted the 'Immortal Mind Technique".

A stream of information, vast and complex, flowed into Ye Yang's mind. It contained the secrets of cultivating an immortal mind, a mind that could transcend the limitations of time and space, a mind that could withstand any adversity.

Ye Yang felt a surge of exhilaration. He had not only survived the trial, but he had also achieved enlightenment and learned an immortal cultivation technique.

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He emerged from the black space, his eyes shining with newfound strength and determination. Then without giving a thought, he jumped into fourth portal for his next trial.

"Welcome to the Strength Trial. The imposing mountain before you stand as your challenge. Break it down until its peak falls below your own stature, and you shall have passed the exam."

"Be warned: There is no time limit, but those who fail to accomplish this feat within thirty days will be deemed failures."

The next Trial was vastly different from its predecessor. The elder's voice boomed through the space as Ye Yang found himself standing before a colossal boulder, dwarfing him in size.

Ye Yang stared at the immense rock, its surface smooth and unyielding. He felt a surge of doubt. How could he possibly shatter something so massive? He flexed his muscles, feeling a surge of energy coursing through his veins.

He took a deep breath, focusing his Qi into his fists. With a roar, he unleashed a powerful punch, striking the boulder with all his might.

The impact sent a jolt of pain through his arm, but the boulder remained unfazed. He tried again, and again, but the rock remained stubbornly intact.

Frustration began to gnaw at him. He felt his energy dwindling, his resolve weakening. The elder's voice echoed in his mind, a constant reminder of the impending failure. "20 days remaining," the voice announced, each word a hammer blow to his morale.

Ye Yang refused to give up. He remembered the words of his father, "True strength lies not just in brute force, but in the harmony of body and mind." He closed his eyes, seeking inner peace, focusing on the flow of Qi within his body. He visualized the boulder shattering, piece by piece, crumbling under the force of his will.

He reopened his eyes, a new resolve burning within him. He channelled his Qi, not just into his fists, but into his entire body.

He felt a sense of oneness with the surrounding energy, drawing strength from the very essence of the world. With a thunderous shout, he unleashed a devastating blow, not just with his fists, but with his entire being.

The boulder shuddered, then cracked. A series of fissures spread across its surface, growing deeper and wider until, with a deafening roar, it shattered into a thousand pieces.

Dust and debris rained down around Ye Yang, momentarily obscuring his vision. When the dust settled, he stood amidst a pile of rubble, his body trembling with exertion, but his spirit soaring.

The elder's voice boomed once more, "Congratulations, child. You have passed the Trial of Strength. Your perseverance and determination have impressed even this old one."

Ye Yang bowed his head in respect, a sense of accomplishment washing over him. He had faced a seemingly insurmountable challenge and emerged victorious.

As he stepped through the shimmering portal, one of the seven Elders, hovering serenely in the air, addressed him. "Young one," the Elder began, his voice resonant with surrounding, "what is your name? You have truly impressed us all with your remarkable performance."

"Having passed seven out of the four trials, you are not only eligible to join our esteemed family, but you also possess the rare privilege of selecting one of us as your esteemed master."

Another Elder spoke, his fiery eyes fixed on Ye Yang intently. "You need not undergo the remaining Trials," he declared, his gaze sweeping over Ye Yang, who was still focused on the three remaining trials.

"Ye Yang bowed respectfully. "I am Ye Yang, and I wish to continue the trials," he declared, "Thank you for your faith in me."

One of the Elders spoke, "If this is indeed your wish, you may proceed. However, be forewarned: the remaining four trials will prove far more arduous and challenging than those you have already faced."

Ye Yang bowed and jumped into the portal.

For some seconds, he failed to open his eyes, but when he opened them, he couldn't help but feel powerless because he had become an infant, and the woman was stuffing her nipple, oozing with milk, into his mouth.

He tried to close his mouth but failed to do so, and the next second, he tasted the milk of the woman who was looking at him with motherly love.

For a moment, he saw his mother Yu Mei in the woman, but then a voice reverberated in his mind, "This is the Trial of Life. To pass this, you have to live a life without any regret until you die. If at the time of death, you will have any regret, then you have to start it again from the beginning."

The Trial of Life was unlike any he had faced before. It wasn't about physical strength or mental fortitude, but about the very essence of existence – living a life without regret.

Ye Yang, now an infant, gazed into the eyes of the woman who held him, a woman who, for this moment, was his mother.

Years passed in a blur. He grew into a curious child, exploring the world with wonder.

He learned to walk, to talk, to read, to write. He made friends, experienced joys and sorrows, and learned valuable lessons from every encounter. He cherished his family, his friends, and the beauty of the world around him.

One day, when he was 19, he fell in love with the woman of high society, the daughter of the Nobel family, while he was just a commoner.

In the cultivation world, where lineage and bloodline determined one's destiny, their love was a forbidden bloom. Elara, heiress to the esteemed Noble Family, possessed a powerful Ice Spirit, a coveted gift in a world dominated by Fire Cultivators.

They met once in an Inn where Ye Yang fought with some rogue cultivators who wanted him to hand over his seat and pay for their meal. But instead of paying for them, he beat them and chased them out of the Inn.