NTR: Choice Based System-Chapter 225: Saint Sword God

"With a newfound understanding of elements and their optimization, Ye Yang decided to look into the scroll and read the remaining words written on the old scroll.

However, the elder stopped him with his question, "Disciple, what's your name and who is your master?"

Ye Yang looked at the elder and gave a respectful bow, "I'm Ye Yang, and I don't have a master."

Hearing this, the elder smiled, "If that's the case, then Ye Yang, would you like to become my disciple? With me, you can have unlimited access to the whole library, and I'll personally teach you my cultivation method."

Suddenly, the elder's aura rose, and his body began to emit sharp sword aura. "Though I spend most of my time in this library, the world knows me as the Saint Sword God."

Other Disciples and Ye Yang were both stunned. Saints are the top powerhouses in this world, also known as 'Immortal Foundation stage' cultivators.

During his stay in his cultivation cave, Ye Yang learned that this world was an immortal world, and the top powerhouses of this world were all 'Immortal Foundation stage' cultivators.

The sect leader of this Immortal Sword Sect was a 'Divine Sense stage' cultivator, one step away from the top powerhouses of this world.

Though there is another stage above the Immortal Foundation stage, the 'Immortal Ascension stage,' achieving true immortality, surpassing the mortal realm and touching the base of godhood, no one has ever seen a cultivator of the 'Immortal Ascension stage'.

Ye Yang took his time. In his mind, the incident of the Fire Demon was reeling. He remembered how the Fire Demon also came to make Ye Yang his disciple, and Ye Yang accepted, but in the end, it was all a ploy to take Ye Yang's body. If not for the system interfering and the whole incident being a trial, Ye Yang would have died or been possessed long ago.

Though this seemed like another trial similar to the Fire Demon one, he began to ponder. To become a regular disciple, he had to choose a master, and among all the people in the sect, who would deny being a disciple of the Saint Sword God?

"He's offering to take me as a disciple?" Ye Yang thought, his mind racing. "This is too good to be true. What's the catch? Is he testing me? Is this another trial?"

The whispers of the other disciples filled the air.

"Did you hear that? The elder of the library is the Saint Sword God!"

"I'm so surprised! He always seemed so… ordinary."

"Lucky Ye Yang! To have the Saint Sword God as his master!"

"Imagine the resources he'll have access to!"

"He must be incredibly talented. The Saint Sword God wouldn't just take anyone as a disciple."

"I wonder what kind of cultivation method the Saint Sword God will teach him."

A few disciples exchanged jealous glances.

"He's just lucky. He stumbled upon the Saint Sword God."

"Probably just a show-off. Let's see how long he lasts under the Saint Sword God's tutelage."

Ye Yang ignored the whispers, his mind still swirling with questions.

"What if I refuse? Will he be offended? Will it affect my future in the sect?"

"What if I accept and then discover he's another Fire Demon, waiting for an opportunity to harm me?"

"What if he's a genuine master, but his teaching methods are too harsh, or his expectations are too high?"

The elder's gaze, now fixed on Ye Yang, held a curious glint. "What are your thoughts, young man? Don't be afraid to speak your mind."

Ye Yang hesitated, his gaze shifting from the elder to the faces of the other disciples. He saw a mix of envy, admiration, and curiosity.

"I… I'm honoured by your offer, Elder," Ye Yang finally said, his voice a bit hesitant. "But I need some time to consider it. This is a momentous decision."

The elder nodded understandingly. "Of course, take your time. There's no need to rush. Ponder it carefully. You can give me your answer whenever you're ready."

With a gentle smile, the elder turned to the other disciples. "Dismissed."

As the other disciples dispersed, Ye Yang found himself alone with the elder. He felt a strange sense of unease, a lingering fear that he might be walking into another trap.

"Elder," Ye Yang began, his voice trembling slightly, "I… I have a question."

The elder raised an eyebrow. "Ask away, young man. I'm all ears."

Ye Yang took a deep breath. "Why me? Why offer me your guidance?"

The elder chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "Intuition, perhaps. I saw a spark in your eyes, a thirst for knowledge, a resilience that intrigued me. You're not just another ordinary disciple. You have the potential to achieve great things."

Ye Yang remained sceptical.

"But… there are many talented disciples in the sect. Why me?"

The elder smiled enigmatically. "Perhaps destiny has a hand in it. Or perhaps, you remind me of myself when I was young, full of ambition and eager to learn."

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Ye Yang felt a strange connection to the elder, a sense of kinship he couldn't explain.

"What if I fail you, Elder?" Ye Yang asked, his voice filled with apprehension.

The elder placed a hand on Ye Yang's shoulder, his gaze unwavering. "Failure is inevitable. Even the greatest swordsmen stumble. But it's how you learn from your failures that truly defines you. I will guide you, but ultimately, your journey is your own."

Ye Yang felt a surge of unexpected warmth. For the first time, he felt a glimmer of hope, a genuine desire to learn from this enigmatic elder.

"I… I accept, Elder no master" Ye Yang said, his voice firm. "I wish to become your disciple."

Ye Yang bowed deeply three times to the Saint Sword God, accepting him as his master. The elder, pleased, presented him with a sword.

"This sword," the elder said, his voice resonant, "accompanied me in my youth. It holds a special place in my heart. Treat it with respect."

Ye Yang accepted the sword reverently, feeling a surge of energy flow through him. It was a simple, unadorned blade, but it hummed with power, a testament to its history.

"You seem engrossed in your own pursuits," the elder observed, a knowing smile gracing his lips. "Continue with your studies. When you're finished, find me on the top floor of the library. There, our formal training shall begin."

With that, the elder vanished, leaving Ye Yang alone in the vast library. He bowed respectfully once more before turning his attention back to the shelves.

He immediately gravitated towards the section containing water and yin arts. Though distinct, he sensed an underlying similarity between the two elements, a subtle interplay of fluidity and stillness.

He began to browse the scrolls and tablets, his eyes scanning the titles. He picked up a scroll detailing a "Water Breathing Cultivation Method."

The scroll itself was surprisingly casual, almost like a personal journal, with handwritten notes and doodles interspersed throughout the text. It seemed to be a personal creation of a past master, offering a unique perspective on water cultivation.

He set the scroll aside and picked up a jade tablet inscribed with the words "Extreme Yin Art."

However, a small note at the bottom caught his eye: "For female practitioners or those with a strong Yin physique." He chuckled to himself, setting the tablet back on the shelf.

Finally, he picked up another jade tablet, this one simply titled "Fundamentals of Water and Yin elements."

He found an empty corner, sat down cross-legged, and began to delve into the text.

The tablet was surprisingly detailed, outlining the basic principles of water and yin energy, their unique characteristics, and how to cultivate and manipulate them.

Ye Yang found himself captivated by the intricate diagrams and the elegant flow of the text. He spent hours immersed in the teachings, his mind absorbing the information like a sponge.

As he delved deeper, he started to feel a subtle connection to the energy around him, a faint tingling sensation in his fingertips.

He tried to visualize the flow of water, its effortless fluidity, its ability to shape itself to any form. He imagined the stillness of the yin energy, its profound depth and tranquillity.

He experimented with simple breathing exercises, attempting to channel his own internal energy, mimicking the ebb and flow of water, the stillness of yin.

He felt a sense of excitement growing within him, a thrill of discovery as he began to grasp the subtle nuances of these powerful elements.

Hours turned into days, and days into weeks. Ye Yang became a fixture in the library, spending countless hours immersed in his studies.

He devoured every scroll and tablet he could find, his understanding of water and yin deepening with each passing day.

Ye Yang, remembering the principles he applied to Yang energy, began to apply them to Yin and Water.

"The human body contains five elements, and water is one of them," he mused, a determined glint in his eyes. With this thought, he immersed himself in the task, eager to unlock the secrets of these powerful forces within himself.

He practiced his breathing exercises diligently, feeling his control over his internal energy gradually increase.

He began to see the world through a different lens, observing the subtle interplay of water and yin in everything around him – the gentle flow of a stream, the serene stillness of a mountain lake, the delicate dance of rain and mist.

One day, while meditating beneath a waterfall, he felt a surge of energy course through him, a sudden breakthrough in his understanding. He had finally achieved a rudimentary control over his water element, a small feat, but a significant step forward on his journey.