NTR: Choice Based System

With that, he pulled out a wooden box from his spatial ring. The box was emanating the faint aroma of potent medicinal herbs. The Chief Alchemist handed the box to him.

"This contains a potent Qi-building elixir. With the help of this, you may achieve a minor breakthrough in your cultivation."

Ye Yang felt a surge of gratitude. The support of the Alchemy Tower was invaluable. He knew he had a long and arduous road ahead, but he was not alone.

The room, usually bustling with the alchemy of creation, was now cloaked in an eerie silence.

Ye Yang, seated on the cultivation mat in the lotus position, took a deep breath, the faint aroma of the Qi-building elixir filling his senses.

He had never received such a precious gift from the Chief Alchemist, a testament to the gravity of the situation.

He carefully opened the wooden box and retrieved the jade bottle within. Inside, nestled on a bed of silk, lay a single, gleaming pill, radiating a faint, iridescent glow.

With a solemn nod, Ye Yang uncorked the bottle and swallowed the elixir.

A surge of potent energy, like a raging river, erupted within his body. It was unlike any Qi he had ever absorbed from meditation or cultivation.

This elixir, a masterpiece of alchemical artistry, was far superior to any he had encountered before.

Ye Yang immediately began to circulate his Qi, guiding the potent energy through his meridians.

The initial surge was intense, pushing against the boundaries of his cultivation. He gritted his teeth, enduring the initial discomfort as the energy coursed through his veins, invigorating every cell in his body.

Slowly, methodically, he began to absorb the elixir's power, channelling it into his dantian.

The process was arduous, demanding intense focus and unwavering control. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his muscles trembling under the immense pressure.

Hours passed. Ye Yang remained steadfast, his mind a calm oasis amidst the raging torrent of energy within him. He visualized the energy, refining it, compressing it, until it coalesced into a powerful, swirling vortex within his dantian.

Finally, with a resounding boom, the energy within his dantian reached a critical mass. A breakthrough.

Ye Yang felt a surge of euphoria. His cultivation had increased significantly, a tangible leap forward in his strength.

He felt lighter, more agile, his senses heightened. The world around him seemed to sharpen, every detail more vivid, every sound more distinct.

He opened his eyes, a triumphant smile gracing his lips. The Qi-building elixir had indeed proven to be a catalyst for his growth. He felt a renewed sense of confidence, a determination to face the challenges that lay ahead.

Meanwhile, far from the sanctuary of the Alchemy Tower, the Assassin, Killer Dragon, had vanished into the night, his form a fleeting shadow in the moonlight.

He made his way towards the opulent mansion of the Li family, a grim purpose hardening his features.

The Li family, an elite family known for their wealth and influence, were a force to be reckoned with.

Their heavily guarded estate, nestled amidst a grove of ancient trees, was a testament to their power. But to Killer Dragon, it was merely an obstacle, a minor inconvenience.

He moved with the grace of a phantom, his senses attuned to the slightest sound, the faintest tremor in the air. He bypassed the intricate security measures, slipping through the shadows like a wraith.

Guards, armed with the finest weapons, patrolled the perimeter, but they remained completely unaware of his presence as he proceeded directly to the family head.

The Li family elders, faces etched with concern, were engaged in a heated discussion. "The Alchemy Tower is becoming increasingly bold," one elder declared, his voice laced with indignation.

"They think they can intimidate us with their threats and sanctions."

"Indeed," another elder chimed in, "Ye Yang, that insolent boy, has caused us immeasurable grief. But we will not be cowed. We have the support of the Alchemy Association, the esteemed sects, and other elite families. They will not dare to defy us."

Li Ren, the patriarch, sat at the head of the table, his gaze distant, lost in contemplation.

The recent events had thrown his family into a state of turmoil. The death of his son, the escalating conflict with the Alchemy Tower, the mounting pressure from their allies… it all weighed heavily on his mind.

Suddenly, a chilling laughter echoed through the chamber, shattering the tense atmosphere.

All eyes turned towards the source of the sound – a figure emerging from the shadows.

At first, the elders, their faces hardened with suspicion, mistook him for an assassin sent by the Alchemy Tower.

One of the elders, brandishing his sword, snarled, "So the Alchemy Association has gone so low as to send an assassin to kill us!"

Li Ren, however, recognized the figure instantly. His heart plummeted. "Stop!" he commanded, his voice sharp and authoritative.

He turned to the figure, his gaze fixed on the man's eyes, which gleamed with a cold, predatory light. "Killer Dragon," he said, his voice a mixture of disbelief and dread, "why are you here? Is the work… done?"

The elders exchanged bewildered glances. Killer Dragon? The infamous assassin from Death Valley? Why would their own patriarch hire such a notorious figure?

Killer Dragon chuckled, a low, menacing sound that sent shivers down the spines of the elders. "Well, Family Head of the Li family," he said, his voice dripping with icy amusement.

"our leader has changed some terms. Aha, don't worry, we are not demanding something new or more."

He gave a cruel smile, his eyes scanning the faces of the terrified elders. "We just want you to fulfil one of the two conditions, right now." Experience tales with My Virtual Library Empire

The elders, sensing the impending doom, exchanged terrified glances. Li Ren, his face pale, felt a cold dread creeping into his heart. He had underestimated the consequences of his actions. He had unleashed a force he could no longer control.

Killer Dragon, enjoying the growing fear in the room, leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Li Ren. "Condition one," he said, his voice a chilling whisper, "One hundred Thousand peak grade spirit stones He paused, savouring the growing unease in the room. "…no less… no more"