NTR: Choice Based System

As the guests rested, a vision of serenity entered the building. A mature, beautiful woman glided effortlessly, her presence radiating purity and grace. Draped in a flowing light green dress, she embodied the essence of nature.

Her warm smile illuminated the space, dispelling any lingering tension. With each step, her tranquil aura enveloped the room, soothing the senses.

"Welcome, honoured guests," she said, her melodious voice gentle as a breeze. "I am Shi Ling, Sect Leader's wife. I trust your accommodations meet your needs?"

Her gaze swept the room, ensuring everyone's comfort. Ye Yang watched, struck by Shi Ling's innate elegance and warmth.

Shi Ling's eyes locked onto Ye Yang, her smile warming. "You must be Ye Yang, right? Ye Mu's brother." Her voice held genuine affection.

"She always talks about you," Shi Ling added, her gaze sparkling with kindness. With a gracious gesture, she invited the guests to sit.

"Please, make yourselves at home. I've instructed Ling Xia to prepare refreshments. We'll dine together shortly."

As they sat, Shi Ling's attention remained on Ye Yang. "I've heard so much about you from Ye Mu. She holds you in high esteem."

Ye Yang's composed exterior softened slightly under Shi Ling's warmth. "Thank you, Your hospitality is gracious."

First Elder Eva Angel spoke, her voice dripping with elegance. "We are honoured that the rumoured beauty of the East has taken the time to personally welcome us."

Shi Ling's smile blossomed, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "You yourself are radiant as the sun, Madam First Elder. Your beauty transcends borders."

Eva Angel's cheeks flushed, accepting the compliment with poise. "Your humility is as captivating as your beauty, Madam Shi Ling. You're the epitome of beauty."

First Elder Eva Angel's voice was laced with curiosity. "I heard that Sect Leader is in seclusion. Is he attempting to break through to the Spirit Core Formation stage?"

Shi Ling smiled and answered, her voice open and honest. "Yes, he's been sensing his advancement for a long time and, because of that, he decided to enter seclusion. It's been seven months since he began striving to reach the next level.

"Breaking through to the next realm requires patience and dedication," she continued. "It may take several more months, or even a year, for him to achieve his goal."

Eva Angel nodded thoughtfully, her expression understanding. "The path to enlightenment is never easy. We appreciate your transparency, Shi Ling."

"The Spirit Core Formation stage," Eva Angel murmured, her eyes sparkling with interest. "A monumental achievement, one that would solidify his position among the realm's elite."

Ye Yang listened intently; his expression thoughtful. The Spirit Core Formation stage was a legendary milestone, one that few cultivators achieved.

First Elder Eva Angel's presence exuded an aura of formidable power, a testament to her remarkable cultivation. She had reached the 9th stage of Spirit Cultivation, the pinnacle of that realm.

Her next advancement would propel her into the esteemed Energy Transformation stage, a coveted rank among cultivators. This breakthrough would place her just one step shy of the legendary Spirit Core Formation stage.

However, the gap between Energy Transformation and Spirit Core Formation was daunting. Equivalent to five entire base stages of cultivation, this singular step demanded unimaginable dedication and power.

The distinction was not merely quantitative but qualitative. Energy Transformation cultivators could manipulate their energy with precision, while Spirit Core Formation cultivators had transcended to a realm where their spirit and core became one, granting unparalleled strength.

Eva Angel's gaze turned introspective, her thoughts likely revolving around the challenges ahead. Shi Ling's words had stirred a deep determination within her.

Ye Yang sensed the First Elder's resolve and felt a spark of motivation. His own cultivation journey seemed to pale in comparison, but he was driven to bridge the gap.

First Elder Eva Angel's gaze shifted, searching for Xiao Feng. "Holy Son is also here, it seems he's performing the duties of the sect in place of Sect Leader?" she asked, recalling Clan Head Ye Wanshu's words.

Shi Ling's expression turned apologetic. "Actually, First Elder, Holy Son Xiao Feng is not present at the moment. He is attending to other matters."

She continued, "but Yes, Xiao Feng, our Holy Son, has taken on the responsibilities temporarily. He is indeed worthy of his title." Her praise reflected the positive impression Xiao Feng had left on Sect Leader's wife, Shi Ling.

Unbeknownst to Shi Ling, Xiao Feng's true nature was far from holy. In a secluded chamber, he was surrounded by naked young female disciples, their giggles and whispers filling the air.
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As one of the elders pleasured his dragon, he signalled Meng Tian. Meng Tian was licking a disciple's lower lips when he saw Xiao Feng's signal. He rose from his place, leaving the young disciple alone, and removed his lower pants.

He approached the elder, whose face was buried between Xiao Feng's legs. Meng Tian placed his hands on her lower lips and spread them wide, preparing to enter.

Xiao Feng's eyes remained fixed on the scene before him, his thoughts still consumed by the conquest of Sect Leader's wife, Shi Ling.

The air was thick with depravity, the once-sacred chamber now a den of lust and corruption. The Holy Son's true nature was a far cry from his revered title.

Xiao Feng's voice was low and commanding, "Not there." He stopped Meng Tian with a raised hand.

Meng Tian understood his command and adjusted his position. His hands moved slightly above, spreading the elder's sacred cave. He spat on it, lubricating the entrance, before positioning his dragon at the threshold.

Xiao Feng watched, his eyes gleaming with approval, as Meng Tian prepared to defile the elder. The air reeked of debauchery, the once-respected elder now a mere plaything.

The elder's face remained submerged between Xiao Feng's legs; her senses muddled. But as she felt Meng Tian's hands spread her sacred cave, she stirred. Her lower lips were wet, and her mind fogged with anticipation.

She thought about the impending dragon, its presence looming, ready to breach her sacred cave. A mix of fear and twisted desire swirled within her, her body responding despite her fragmented thoughts.

Xiao Feng's eyes gleamed, watching the elder's subtle reactions. His own pleasure was heightened by her degradation, and he savoured the control.

Meng Tian's dragon pulsed, poised at the entrance, awaiting Xiao Feng's signal. The elder's fate hung in the balance, her sacred cave on the cusp of desecration.

Her flushed cheeks and trembling body betrayed her inexperience. Despite being a widow, her husband's untimely death at the hands of a wild beast had left her with unexplored desires.

Though she wasn't a virgin, her eyes revealed a hidden truth: no one had ever defiled her sacred cave from behind. The impending intrusion promised to awaken uncharted sensations.

Xiao Feng's gaze intensified, intrigued by her innocence. Meng Tian sensed his cue, his dragon poised to claim the uncharted territory.

Xiao Feng's grip on her head tightened, his dragon pressing deeper into her throat. The elder gagged, her signal to Meng Tian.

With a swift motion, Meng Tian entered her from behind, claiming her sacred cave. Her eyes widened in shock, her body surrendering to the dual invasion.

Tears streamed down her face as pleasure and pain entwined, her honey flowing freely. The elder's mind reeled, lost in the turmoil of her defilement.

Xiao Feng's eyes blazed with triumph; his thrusts rhythmic. Meng Tian mirrored his pace, their movements a cruel symphony.

The elder's cries were muffled, her voice trapped between pleasure and despair. Her sacred cave, once an unexplored place, now pulsed with forbidden delight.