NTR: Choice Based System

Chapter 66: Old long-buried memory

In cultivation, a significant age gap between couples held no significance, for to cultivators, age was merely a number. This notion led Tan Shui to assume Ye Yang was either Eva Angel's son or lover. With this thought, he felt a twisted sense of delight and began to fantasize about humiliating her in front of Ye Yang.

"ha-ha-ha-ha"

"Picture this: I'll savour every kiss, every caress, every inch of her skin... and you'll be powerless to stop me," he hissed, his chuckle a cold, mirthless sound.

Then I'll let her taste what real man's dragon taste like" he smiled while touching his crotch.

"Then I'll let her taste the true power of a real man's dragon," he sneered, his smile twisted and vile, as he brazenly gestured to his crotch.

"I'll devour those luscious melons," Tan Shui cackled, "and then breed her relentlessly, day and night!" His maniacal laughter echoed through the air - "Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"

The vile words and twisted grin proved too much for First Elder Eva Angel. Her composure shattered; she unleashed a fierce assault on Tan Shui.

A sword materialized in First Elder Eva Angel's hand, and with a swift, deadly motion, she slashed towards Tan Shui. "Slaassshhhhh!" The blade bit through the air, only to be halted by a sudden, explosive force.

"Boom!" The two Spirit Cultivator Realm stage cultivators had intervened, their combined strength stopping Eva's attack mere inches from Tan Shui's face.

One of the cultivators spoke, his voice firm and authoritative, "You're at the peak of the Spirit Realm stage, but who are you?" He eyed Eva Angel warily, his gaze lingering on the sword still trembling with residual energy.

Meanwhile, Tan Shui's eyes widened in terror as he realized his life had just hung in the balance, mere inches from extinction. If not for the timely intervention of the two seniors, Eva Angel's attack would have ended his life. His body remained frozen, paralyzed with fear, as he struggled to process the close call. Find new chapters on m-vl-em-pyr

The two Spirit Cultivation stage cultivators stood unfazed by Eva Angel's attack, their own auras resonating at the same peak level. However, the earlier voice, a low, ominous growl like a beast from the abyss, sent a shiver down their spines.

The warning was clear, yet they couldn't comprehend why this mysterious entity, seemingly powerful enough to annihilate them, chose to observe rather than intervene.

Meanwhile Hell,

"Hell!" the voice exclaimed. "Are you okay, Ye Yang?" He rushed to Ye Yang's side, inspecting his wounds. "What happened here? And who are these people?" His gaze shifted between Eva Angel and the mysterious cultivators, seeking answers.

Ye Yang gained footing, "I don't know, but they claim they are from the Holy Demonic Sect," then he started explaining what happened earlier.

Hell looked in frustration, "What Holy Demonic Sect?... What is that?" It was clear from his tone that he was unhappy with whatever had happened here.

The two men's gazes swept their surroundings, but they found nothing except the small hound near Ye Yang. They disregarded its presence, and a thought struck them: perhaps that person is feeble and using intimidation to create the illusion of being a formidable figure lurking in the shadows.

Then, with a mutual understanding in their eyes, one of them spoke to First Elder Eva Angel, "Woman, you are strong, and we admit it. But in front of us two and our group, you are nothing but a mouse caught in a trap."

He then continued, his voice dripping with condescension, "We'll give you an offer: submit to our Demon God and become a part of our Holy Demonic Cult. Join us, and you shall discover a new purpose."

As he spoke, he produced a delicate glass box from his robes, its contents writhing and squirming within. The box contained an assortment of dark, pulsing worms that seemed to writhe in agitation.

"Your treatment will not be harsh, as long as you prove worthy, breed bunch of the talents for our Holy Sect. Your potential will be nurtured, and you shall rise through our ranks."

He paused, studying her reaction before continuing, "Refuse, and your existence will become a never-ending torment. The choice is yours." His laughter echoed through the air, cold and mirthless.

The First Elder had heard the name of this ancient demonic sect before, and when she heard their claimed words, a shiver ran down her spine.

The name "Holy Demonic Cult" alone was enough to strike fear into the hearts of countless individuals, regardless of their exceptional abilities or formidable cultivation.

Her words were barely audible, "How can this be?" Her hands trembled with fear as an old, long-buried memory resurfaced in her mind. A memory where she was being sold to a group of people who claimed to be part of the demonic cult, seeking young females to breed loyal clan members.

That day, she was rescued by a group of cultivators who happened to be passing by, and that's how she gained her freedom. It was also the day she met her future husband, who was among those brave cultivators.

Back then, the cultivators assured her that the Ancient Holy Demonic Sect was a relic of the past, and those slave traders were merely using its name to manipulate and intimidate. However, hearing those ominous words once more - about breeding loyal clan members - dispelled any lingering doubts in her mind.

It dawned on her that the Demonic Cult was still thriving, and those slave traders who had tormented her in the past were, in fact, members of the same sinister organization. The truth ignited a fire of fear and anger within her, as the memories she thought were long buried resurfaced.

Fuelled by her anger and resolve, she decided to take a stand. With a fierce battle cry, she launched herself at the two Spirit cultivation stage Cultivators. "I'll kill Youuuuuu…!" she screamed, her voice trembling with fury.

As she charged, fuelled by anger and determination, the two Spirit Cultivators sneered, their expressions dripping with contempt. With calculated ease, they advanced, meeting her head-on.

"Annihilate the men," one of them ordered, voice devoid of emotion. "Subdue the woman, we need her for the rituals later!"