NTR: Choice Based System

Chapter 141: Meeting between clan Leader and Holy son

Meng Tian bowed his head in apology. "I apologize, Young Master. I simply couldn't resist the temptation..." He trailed off as Xiao Feng interrupted, "It's of no consequence now. At least you enjoyed sucking those milky melons." A mischievous glint appeared in Xiao Feng's eyes as he rubbed his groin.

Meng Tian grinned. "Young Master, if you wish, I can bring her here right now. She's capable of enduring two or three more rounds."

Xiao Feng shook his head, dismissing the offer. "Not now. It's time to meet Clan Leader Ye Wanshu and see what he has for me." With that, he rose from his resting place and, guided by another maid, set off towards Ye Wanshu's quarters, with Meng Tian trailing behind.

Inside clan leader Ye Wanshu's quarter, he and First elder Eva Angel waiting for the guest.

Ye Wanshu, the formidable Clan Leader, received the young and ambitious Holy Son Xiao Feng with a facade of warmth. His eyes, however, held a calculated gleam, a stark contrast to his genial smile.

"Ah, Holy Son Xiao Feng, it's a pleasure to have you here. Please, have a seat," he gestured towards a luxurious armchair.

Holy son Xiao Feng nodded, looking at clan leader Ye Wanshu and first elder Eva Angel and sat down gracefully. "Thank you, Clan Leader Ye. It's an honour to be in your presence."

"Holy Son, at this young age, you have achieved many things that would be the dream of many. I admire you," Ye Wanshu hinted, his voice laced with subtle surprise and admiration.

Xiao Feng nodded with a smile, his eyes wandering towards First Elder Eva Angel. "It's simply the work of fate and the guidance of my master. Otherwise, I'm just a normal person like any other."

He continued, "Though there are many things to discuss, I need your help with certain matters. In return, I can offer you something of equal value."

Ye Wanshu leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "And what do you offer in return, Holy Son?"

Xiao Feng smiled enigmatically. "Three things, but you can only choose one."

"Why so vague, Holy Son?" Ye Wanshu scoffed. "Just state your demands and what you intend to offer in return."

Xiao Feng's smile widened. "Very well. First, I offer you a secret, a secret that could elevate your clan to unprecedented heights."

Intrigued, Ye Wanshu leaned in closer. "A secret, you say?"

"A secret about the ancient secret realm, known only to me and a few close aides. Even the Holy Sect and Holy lord is unaware of this. A secret that could unlock unimaginable power," Xiao Feng revealed.

Ye Wanshu's eyes lit up with greed. "You have my attention, Holy Son. But I'll listen to all three rewards before I agree to your terms."

Xiao Feng nodded, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Of course. I shall provide you with that as a small token of my sincerity, but the details can only be revealed if you choose that reward." With that, he proceeded to discuss his second reward.

"The second offer is that I can provide three slots for your Ye Clan's promising young talents to join the Holy Fairy Sect."

"Not only that, but they will be given the opportunity to participate in a special examination, where they could potentially become disciples of the Holy Lords and cultivate in Holy Peak," Xiao Feng continued, presenting another enticing reward to Clan Head Ye Wanshu.

Such an offer was difficult to ignore. With three disciples joining the Holy Sect, the Ye Clan's status would undoubtedly elevate. While Ye Mu was already destined for the sect, having additional members would solidify the strong relationship between the Ye Clan and the Holy Sect.

Clan Leader Ye Wanshu pondered deeply as Holy Son Xiao Feng unveiled his final offer. With a graceful hand gesture, Xiao Feng produced a small, enigmatic statue. The statue depicted a voluptuous woman of otherworldly beauty, adorned with two delicate horns and a captivating face. A tantalizing tail, shaped like a pointed heart, emerged from her form.

As Ye Wanshu gazed upon the statue, his heart pounded with a strange intensity. An inexplicable sensation washed over him, as if the statue was about to spring to life.

"This statue holds immense significance, but it must remain a secret," Xiao Feng warned. "If its existence were to become known, catastrophic consequences would ensue."

Ye Wanshu, still under the statue's spell, managed to regain his composure. "What is this? Whose statue, is it?" he inquired, his voice filled with curiosity and a hint of fear.

Holy Son spoke, "You can only know the details if you choose this option. I will only continue to the part you select as your reward."

Clan Leader Ye Wanshu was faced with a daunting decision. Each of the three options presented by the Holy Son was tempting, yet fraught with potential risks and rewards.

The first option, the secret about the ancient secret realm, intrigued him. The promise of unimaginable power was alluring, but it also carried the weight of secrecy and potential danger. He wondered if such power would truly benefit his clan or lead to its downfall.

The second option, the three slots in the Holy Fairy Sect, was a more tangible reward. It would elevate the status of his clan and secure a bright future for his promising young talents. However, he questioned if this was the best use of his bargaining power.

The third option, the enigmatic statue, captivated him the most. The strange sensation it evoked, the promise of untold secrets, and the implied power it held were irresistible. While he knew nothing about its true nature, the unknown allure was too strong to ignore.

Ultimately, Ye Wanshu chose the third option. The other two, while valuable, were more conventional and less mysterious. The statue, on the other hand, represented a chance to delve into the unknown, to unlock secrets that could reshape the world. It was a gamble, a risky venture, but one that could yield extraordinary rewards.

As he made his choice, a sense of anticipation and trepidation washed over him. He couldn't wait to uncover the secrets hidden within the statue, but he also feared the consequences that might follow.