After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 100 - "The Guidance of Heaven"

Shengxu Sect, Sect Master’s Hall.

Below the elevated platform, the silver-haired fairy, An Luo Yi, stood with her head slightly bowed, reporting the events of the capital to the white-bearded elder who exuded wisdom and authority.

The elder listened attentively, nodding slightly as she concluded.

“As expected, having that boy He Ange accompany you back gave me peace of mind,” the Sect Master said.

He knew An Luo Yi’s aloof and proud nature. She wasn’t suited for family banquets and was prone to offending others. Fortunately, He Ange, with his high emotional intelligence and tactful demeanor, had been there to smooth things over.

After discussing the events in the capital, An Luo Yi prepared to take her leave. But just as she was about to bow and depart, the Sect Master stopped her.

“Luo Yi, you’ve been at the peak of Core Formation for some time now... Have you shown any signs of breaking through recently?”

“Master, I have not,” An Luo Yi replied, biting her lip. The topic of her cultivation progress clearly weighed on her.

She had reached the peak of Core Formation during the chaos in Yong’an City and had long been qualified to advance to the Nascent Soul stage. However, she lacked the key—her ascension ritual.

Typically, when a cultivator reached the peak of a stage, the requirements for ascension would naturally manifest in their mind as a form of divine guidance.

But for An Luo Yi, there had been nothing.

Or perhaps, the guidance had come, but she had failed to recognize it.

“Back at the Abyss Spirit Hall, are you sure you didn’t sense any divine guidance? For instance, a sudden urge to do something, the memory of someone significant, or a dream of a special place?” the Sect Master asked, his tone thoughtful.

The ascension ritual was a critical step in becoming a high-level cultivator. The most troublesome issue wasn’t the difficulty of the requirements but the inability of the cultivator to recall the specifics of the ritual.

This was a serious problem.

Typically, only those with insufficient talent failed to perceive their ascension requirements.

But An Luo Yi was clearly not one of them.

She must have received the guidance but had either forgotten it or failed to recognize it as her ascension ritual.

“Now that you mention it, Master, I have had some... unusual feelings recently, and I’ve had dreams as well,” An Luo Yi said, closing her eyes in contemplation. Her brows furrowed as she bit her lip, lost in thought.

The most troubling memory from the Abyss Spirit Hall was the figure of a black-clad boy who had saved her amidst the sea of demonic flames.

She vaguely remembered him saying something to her...

But she couldn’t recall the details.

What she was certain of, however, was that despite the boy’s mask, her intuition told her it was He Ange.

Beyond the events of that night, her life in recent weeks had been far from ordinary.

He Ange had been constantly raising her affection for him, to the point where he dominated her thoughts.

In her dreams, the most frequent scenes involved intimate moments with He Ange—whether engaging in dual cultivation or sharing deeply personal connections.

“Master, I’ve been dreaming of He Ange lately. He seems to occupy my thoughts more than ever. Whenever I think of him, I find it difficult to calm my mind,” An Luo Yi admitted honestly.

While romantic feelings were important, An Luo Yi hadn’t neglected her cultivation.

Being stuck at her current level made her anxious.

So, rather than shy away like a bashful girl, she chose to be honest with her master, seeking guidance.

The Sect Master sighed deeply, his tone filled with understanding.

“That’s normal. Your feelings for him didn’t start yesterday. When the heart desires but cannot attain, the mind becomes restless. This is a common plight for cultivators, one that has led many down the path of obsession and madness.”

“Master, are you suggesting I should retreat into seclusion and reduce my interactions with He Ange?” An Luo Yi asked, her voice trembling with worry.

In the past, when He Ange had been at his lowest, the Sect Master and elders had advised her to distance herself from him. They had told her that as the ‘Destined Heroine,’ she shouldn’t be entangled with someone they deemed a failure. They had urged her to focus on her cultivation, forbidding her from seeing him.

That period had left a lasting scar on her heart.

She trusted her master and the elders had her best interests at heart, but she trusted He Ange even more. Now that he had turned his life around and their relationship was blossoming, she couldn’t bear the thought of being separated from him again.

“That won’t be necessary. I bring up your feelings not to suggest avoidance but to encourage a different perspective,” the Sect Master said, turning his back to her.

“A different perspective?”

“If you find it difficult to let go of He Ange, why not open your heart and embrace your feelings?”

“My feelings?”

“The visions you’ve been dreaming of.”

The Sect Master’s voice was calm but carried weight. “What you desire yet cannot attain will only disrupt your path. Doesn’t this turmoil stem from resisting what your heart truly wants?”

“But...” An Luo Yi hesitated, unsure how to respond.

She couldn’t bring herself to tell her master that her dreams were filled with intimate, even indecent, scenarios. Nor could she admit that she had longed to act on those desires, only to be thwarted time and again.

“Divine guidance always balances yin and yang, complementing and opposing... Luo Yi, if you find your heart wavering, perhaps you should reflect on your recent nightmares,” the Sect Master continued, his gaze sharp.

An Luo Yi frowned slightly, pondering his words. “Master, I don’t recall having any nightmares recently.”

“You’ve had them. It’s just that He Ange treats you so well that your subconscious has suppressed them—those nightmares that your mind deems impossible,” he explained.

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“...?”

“Would you like to try recalling them?”

The Sect Master smiled faintly, raising his hand to activate a celestial technique. Ethereal runes materialized, enveloping the hall in a radiant glow.

“Divine guidance manifests differently for everyone. For those who are content, it reveals a brighter future. For those in turmoil, it shows the darkest aspects of their lives. This is why righteous cultivators strive for virtue, while demonic and rogue cultivators often descend into madness.”

“Luo Yi, do you have the courage to face the darkest side of your life?”

His words carried a weight of challenge as he looked down at her from the platform.

An Luo Yi hesitated for a moment before nodding resolutely.

Since the battle in the Northern Secret Realm, where she had carried a bloodied He Ange to safety, her resolve had only grown stronger. She had faced demonic sect members and witnessed countless horrors. Her heart had been steeled against fear.

She believed she had seen enough of the world’s darkness to remain unshaken.

“It’s just a nightmare. What’s there to fear?”

Closing her eyes, she braced herself.

The Sect Master, seeing her confidence, smiled knowingly. With a wave of his hand, he activated the celestial technique.

Within the hall, the runes spun into a formation, and a brilliant light engulfed An Luo Yi’s consciousness.

…

“So this is the nightmare of divine guidance...?”

When An Luo Yi opened her eyes, she found herself in a blood-soaked plain.

Corpses of immortal attendants lay scattered across the ground, the air thick with malevolent energy. It was as if a massacre had just taken place.

Rogue cultivators...?

Was this her nightmare?

It didn’t make sense. She had no personal vendetta against rogue cultivators, and the slain immortal attendants were strangers to her.

Was this supposed to be frightening?

Even if she were the next to die, it wouldn’t scare her. After all, it was just a dream.

With that thought, she continued observing the scene.

In the dream, she saw herself walking forward...

The fairy carried her sword, her immortal robes stained with blood, her gaze icy.

Her killing intent was palpable. With each step, the ground cracked under the weight of her frost aura.

Eventually, the scene shifted to a wounded boy leaning against a boulder, his body covered in sword wounds.

She raised her sword, pointing it at his neck—

“xx, xxxxx...”

The boy said something, but the words were inaudible.

Then he smiled—a weary yet radiant smile.

An Luo Yi recognized that smile. It was the one He Ange always gave her, a smile filled with affection.

She loved that smile. It always lifted her spirits, no matter how angry she was.

But in this moment, his smile was tinged with sorrow and regret.

Her heart ached. She wanted to rush to him, to heal his wounds. But she found herself unable to move, her body unresponsive.

The more she wanted to save him, the weaker his life force became.

Spurt!

The boy coughed up black blood.

It was then that An Luo Yi noticed the frost spreading from his wounds, the cold seeping into his body.

Frost-inflicted wounds...

Weren’t those caused by her Ice Spirit Vein?

“Did I do this to him?” she thought, her heart trembling with realization.

She didn’t know what had led to this moment, but it was clear that her dream self was consumed by killing intent, ready to deliver the final blow.

An Luo Yi panicked.

She admitted it—she was terrified.

The nightmare was so vivid that she could feel He Ange’s heartbeat, his despair, his resignation.

And yet, her dream self showed no mercy.

The next moment, the fairy’s sword fell, and blood splattered—

…

…

…

An Luo Yi awoke with a start, drenched in sweat.

She sat cross-legged in the center of the Sect Master’s hall, gasping for air as if she had just survived a life-or-death ordeal. Her eyes were wide with fear and confusion.

From the platform, the Sect Master watched her with a gentle smile.

“Luo Yi, I’ve never seen you so frightened.”

“...!!”

It took her a long time to recover, struggling to distinguish dream from reality.

Her earlier confidence now seemed laughable, a cruel joke played by her own mind.

The nightmare...

It had been far more terrifying than anything she could have anticipated, leaving her breathless and overwhelmed.

“Many times, rogue cultivators are more resolute in their beliefs, willing to sacrifice everything, even their lives, because they have seen the most despairing futures. Their madness and desperation stem from this,” the Sect Master said.

“An Luo Yi, I hope the future shown to you by divine guidance will help you strengthen your resolve, cherish the present, and avoid the path that leads to your nightmare’s conclusion.”