NTR: Choice Based System-Chapter 223: New Understanding

He closed his eyes, feeling the surge of spiritual energy emanating from the mountain.

He had faced death, experienced loss, and learned the value of perseverance. Now, he had a new challenge, a new path to tread.

But a nagging doubt remained. Would he be able to overcome this new trial? Would he finally find peace and fulfilment, or would he be forever trapped in a cycle of striving and despair?

As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, Ye Yang opened his eyes, a determined glint in them.

He had faced death three times, and each time, he had risen from the ashes. He would not let fear or doubt deter him. He would embrace this new challenge, embrace the journey, and strive to overcome this trial.

But this time something was different within him. He had learned something he couldn't before, and that was his approach.

Sitting in the lotus position, he began to think about the situation, "Why did I fail? Why didn't I get the results I wanted? Why do I have to go through all of those things? Why? Why? Why?"

Ye Yang, with the thought of clearing the fourth trial, began cultivating.

A thought came to his mind – the things he learned inside that trial, could he repeat that here again? With such a bold thought, he began cultivating the Yang cultivation method.

He became so focused that just during the period of three months went by, but Ye Yang's cultivation was still going on.

He was lost in his cultivation, and another three months went by, but he still couldn't comprehend the cultivation technique he learned from the Fire Demon.

Finally, opening his eyes upon the failure, Ye Yang cursed, "Why it's not working? Even if it's just a world created by illusions, the cultivation technique felt real."

He slumped back against the wall, frustration gnawing at him. He had spent six months in relentless pursuit of replicating the elusive feeling he experienced within the trial, yet he had achieved nothing.

Disappointment washed over him, threatening to drown his resolve. He had faced death, risen from the ashes, and conquered countless trials.

He closed his eyes, trying to recapture the essence of the trial. He remembered the searing heat, the suffocating pressure, and the impossible feats he achieved.

He remembered the feeling of pushing his limits, of breaking through barriers he never thought possible.

But try as he might, he couldn't replicate that feeling. It was like a phantom, teasing him with its memory, yet forever beyond his grasp.

Suddenly, a thought struck him. Perhaps he was approaching the problem from the wrong angle.

Instead of focusing on replicating the feeling, he should focus on understanding the principles behind it.

What was it about the trial that allowed him to push beyond his limits? Was it the extreme pressure? The threat of imminent death? Or was it something deeper, something more fundamental about himself?

"Let's visit the library," he thought and went outside from his cultivation cave.

As he goes out, he suddenly felt his identity token shimmer and a message came, "Those in name disciples, who haven't even completed their sect mission, be aware if within a year you failed to do a single mission, then you'll be expelled from the sect."

Ye Yang's brow furrowed. He had been so engrossed in his own pursuits that he had completely forgotten about his sect duties.

He had joined the sect but for the resources but to have cultivation resources, he has to complete the sect missions but his focus had shifted entirely towards his personal goals. This message served as a stark reminder of his neglected responsibilities.

Ye Yang, his resolve shaken by the stark warning, quickly dismissed the thought of the library. The sect's survival trumped his personal ambitions.

He followed the map engraved within his identity token, a sense of urgency propelling him towards the Mission Hall.

Upon reaching the hall, he found himself facing two imposing structures: one marked "In-Name Disciples," the other "Inner Disciples." Ye Yang, still an In-Name disciple, approached the designated hall.

A large board dominated the entrance, displaying a list of available missions. Beside it, a jade slip pulsed with information, detailing each mission in intricate detail.

Ye Yang began to scan the list, his gaze drawn to missions that promised minimal risk and maximum reward.

Ye Yang carefully weighed his options. The Spirit Herb Gardens seemed the most straightforward. He approached the jade slip, selecting the mission and confirming his acceptance.

A surge of information flooded his mind: the location of the gardens, the list of weeds to eradicate, and the expected duration of the task. He was assigned a small group of fellow In-Name disciples, ensuring he wouldn't be alone.

With a newfound sense of purpose, Ye Yang headed towards the Spirit Herb Gardens.

He reminded himself that completing sect missions was crucial. It was a necessary step towards his long-term goals, even if it felt like a detour from his current obsession.

As he worked, weeding and cultivating the delicate spirit herbs, he couldn't help but reflect on the trial and the elusive feeling he sought to recapture.

He observed the meticulous care bestowed upon the herbs, the delicate balance of sunlight, water, and spiritual energy.

A thought began to form in his mind. Perhaps the "feeling" he sought wasn't about raw power or brute force. Perhaps it was about harmony, about finding balance within himself and with his surroundings.

He began to cultivate while tending the herbs, subtly merging his cultivation with the natural rhythms of the garden.

He focused on absorbing the subtle energies of the plants, feeling a sense of tranquillity he hadn't experienced in months.

The work continued. Ye Yang found himself drawn to the rhythm of the gardens, the gentle hum of energy that permeated the air.

He started to see a connection between his cultivation and the growth of the herbs. He realized that true strength wasn't just about overpowering his opponents; it was about nurturing his own inner strength, about finding balance within himself and with the world around him.

The initial frustration began to subside. He was no longer fixated on replicating the past; he was starting to see a new path, a path that embraced the present moment and the subtle energies that surrounded him.

The journey, he realized, was not just about reaching a destination, but about the growth and transformation that occurred along the way.

The weeks that followed were a period of unexpected growth for Ye Yang. He diligently tended the Spirit Herb Gardens, his initial resentment gradually fading.

He began to experiment, subtly infusing his own spiritual energy into the soil, observing how it affected the growth of the herbs.

One day, while tending a patch of Moonbloom lilies, a memory surfaced from the depths of his mind – the alchemical techniques he had glimpsed during the trial.

In the illusory world, he had witnessed the chief Alchemist effortlessly manipulate the elements, transforming them into potent elixirs.

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He recalled the feeling of awe, the sense of wonder at the sheer artistry of it all. The Fire Demon, with a flick of his wrist, had manipulated fire, earth, and wind, fusing them together to create a potion that shimmered with raw power.

Ye Yang, intrigued, began to experiment. He focused his attention on a nearby stream, visualizing the flow of spiritual energy within the water.

He attempted to manipulate the water's flow, to bend it to his will. At first, his attempts were feeble, the water barely responding to his commands.

He persisted, drawing upon the memories of the trial, trying to replicate the feeling of effortless control he had inside the trial.

He focused on the subtle interplay of forces, the push and pull of energies. Gradually, he began to feel a connection with the water, a sense of resonance.

He visualized the water as an extension of his own will, a fluid manifestation of his spiritual energy. With renewed focus, he attempted to manipulate the water again.

This time, there was a noticeable change. The water, responding to his intent, began to swirl and eddy, forming a small whirlpool.

Excitement surged through him. He had done it! He had successfully manipulated an element. He continued to experiment, refining his control, shaping the water into different forms – a serpent, a dragon, a blossoming flower.

"If I can do this, then it means..." he had a thought. Although he still had a fire-controlling technique from this world to replicate the same thing he did in the trial, he still had his hopes high.

He began to apply these principles to his cultivation. He observed how the sun nurtured the plants, how the wind carried the scent of blossoms, how the earth provided sustenance.

He began to see the interconnectedness of all things, the delicate balance of yin and yang.

He started to incorporate these observations into his own cultivation, seeking to harmonize his internal energy with the external world.

He practiced manipulating the wind, learning to control its subtle currents, to harness its power for his own cultivation.

As he delved deeper into these alchemical principles, he began to understand the true meaning of the "feeling" he had sought to recapture.

He applied the same principles to water and somehow managed to manipulate it. Then, he began doing the same thing with wind, and though it was difficult, he didn't give up.

Ye Yang continued his cultivation, his newfound understanding guiding his every step. He had found a new path, a path that embraced the interconnectedness of all things, a path that led not just to strength, but to true mastery.