After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 151 - "I Know a Good Place~"

The moment Duan Yuyan saw the Qinglong Sword hanging at the youth’s waist, she froze.

That was the very thing she had always desired.

Eastern Azure Dragon bone, a top-tier marrow-nourishing material…

“You killed my brother?”

The girl’s cold eyes widened, her thoughts spiraling into fear.

When the secret realm began, Jue Wuqing had formed a team of nearly ten elite disciples. Yet now, after waiting at the entrance of Illusion Moon Valley for hours, the only survivor standing before her was this white-robed youth, accompanied by a few sect disciples.

Even more alarming, the Heavenly Sword Sect Saint Son’s Qinglong Sword was openly hanging at the youth’s waist!

Even if it was a case of killing and looting, shouldn’t he at least try to cover it up?

By flaunting the sword, it was as if he was outright declaring to Duan Yuyan that he had killed her brother, the Saint Son of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

“Who exactly are you?”

Duan Yuyan took two steps back, retracting her crystalline white blade.

Meanwhile, He Ange turned to face her. As their gazes met again, she realized that this person was unnervingly calm at all times. His bright, innocent eyes seemed pure on the surface but concealed a trace of madness, something disturbingly sinister.

To openly wear the Heavenly Sword Sect’s prized Qinglong Sword as a trophy—this was the act of a madman.

If Duan Yuyan were to report to the Heavenly Sword Sect elders that He Ange had killed Duan Zixuan and taken the Qinglong Sword, there would undoubtedly be dozens of Nascent Soul elders waiting to ambush him when he left the secret realm!

At that point…

Did he not fear that he wouldn’t make it out alive?

But at this moment,

He Ange showed no fear.

He simply turned to the girl in the white dress reflected in the mirrors, offering a polite smile:

“Miss Yuyan, such a fateful encounter. Why not get acquainted? My surname is He, and my name is Ange.”

“He… Ange… You even know my name?”

Hearing her identity revealed, Duan Yuyan’s cold eyes grew even more wary, her composure faltering.

She was self-aware. She knew her brother Duan Zixuan’s strength, and she was well aware of Jue Wuqing’s power as a chosen one. Duan Yuyan understood that she couldn’t gain an advantage against such individuals. The fact that He Ange had survived their team’s demise spoke volumes about his capabilities.

It was likely that he had single-handedly wiped out Jue Wuqing’s entire team!

It seemed…

She had provoked a big shot.

Judging by He Ange’s demeanor, his background likely far surpassed that of Duan Zixuan or Jue Wuqing. Otherwise, how could someone his age remain so composed after committing mass murder?

In the demonic sects, he would undoubtedly be a Saint Son-level figure!

“Miss Yuyan, dual cultivator of sword and illusions, late Core Formation stage, rare Mirror Spirit Vein, nineteen years old, a branch family member of the Duan clan, with a younger sister named Yusheng.”

Surrounded by countless mirrored prisms, He Ange calmly recited her background.

The more he revealed, the more unsettled she became.

All this information came from Jue Wuqing’s memories.

Initially, He Ange hadn’t paid much attention to the Qinglong Sword. But upon learning the original storyline, he discovered that even if he hadn’t killed Duan Zixuan, Duan Zixuan would have met his end in the Cherry Sea Secret Realm at the hands of his own sister, Duan Yuyan.

Moreover,

Duan Yuyan had killed Duan Zixuan for the Qinglong Sword.

The sword, forged from the spine of the Eastern Azure Dragon, contained a core of dragon marrow. When refined in an alchemy furnace with true fire, it could yield Azure Dragon Marrow Essence.

Duan Yuyan desperately needed this “dragon marrow.”

Azure Dragon Marrow Essence could nourish the human bone marrow, replenish blood, and restore vitality…

Duan Yuyan had a terminally ill younger sister who needed this material to survive.

Furthermore, what intrigued He Ange was that Duan Yuyan’s sister, Duan Yusheng, was currently under the control of the Moon Sect Witch.

Duan Yusheng had been gravely ill since the age of seven, and the Moon Sect Witch possessed a secret medicine that could barely sustain her life.

Thus, Duan Yuyan, for the sake of her ailing sister, was forced to serve under the witch, acting as a spy for the Moon Sect within the Heavenly Sword Sect.

In simple terms,

Duan Yuyan was under the Moon Sect Witch’s control. Not only did she have to tirelessly seek cures and medicines for her sister, but she also had to work for the witch to redeem her sister’s life.

According to the original storyline,

Duan Yuyan’s sister would eventually succumb to her illness under Mu Yanli’s care. Devastated by her loss, Duan Yuyan would awaken her destiny, using the Mirror Sword Formation to severely wound the Moon Sect Witch, Mu Yanli. This act would make her a legend, founding the Mirror Demon Sect and becoming the renowned Mirror Sword Immortal of the demonic realm.

However…

Duan Yuyan’s reign as the Mirror Sword Immortal would be short-lived. The Dragon Dynasty Empress would issue a decree, sending the chosen one, An Luo Yi, to eradicate the newly established Mirror Demon Sect.

In the end, Duan Yuyan would meet her demise, ending her brief and tragic life.

To say Duan Yuyan was weak would be inaccurate; she was practically a half-chosen one. After awakening her destiny, she had the power to severely injure the Moon Sect Witch, a testament to her formidable strength.

But to say she was strong would also be misleading. Unlike An Luo Yi, Duan Yuyan wasn’t invincible. Her fame in the demonic realm was fleeting, as the Dragon Dynasty Empress quickly targeted her, sending celestial servants to annihilate her sect. Ultimately, she perished under An Luo Yi’s sword.

Thinking this,

He Ange couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity and sympathy for Duan Yuyan’s story.

After all, she was a half-chosen one. To die so easily in the original storyline seemed like a waste.

Such a destined individual…

Serving under Mu Yanli was a disservice to her talents!

Look at Feng Yuan’s sect—it had everything: a master who could be both adorable and domineering, and plenty of interesting, albeit twisted, cultists…

“Miss Yuyan, your earlier guess was correct. Your brother, Duan Zixuan, did indeed die by my hand.”

He Ange nodded, removing the Qinglong Sword from his waist.

As he wiped the blade, the sword emitted a deep, resonant dragon’s roar.

He Ange glanced at Duan Yuyan’s expression.

The girl couldn’t help but gulp as she stared at the Qinglong Sword.

Clearly, she desperately wanted the sword to refine medicine for her critically ill sister.

However,

Duan Yuyan was pragmatic. She knew that with the Qinglong Sword no longer in Duan Zixuan’s possession, attempting to take it from this mysterious youth would be as difficult as reaching the heavens.

She sighed softly, her face tinged with helplessness and resignation.

“Young Master He, I share no familial bond with my brother. Since you’ve killed Duan Zixuan, the Qinglong Sword is yours. I wouldn’t dare contest it…”

The girl in the white dress spoke coldly, lowering her gaze, her tone filled with respect and remorse.

Not only that,

Recognizing the situation, she dispelled her Thousandfold Mirror Sword Formation, the fragments fading away.

Finally, Duan Yuyan clasped her hands before He Ange, her demeanor sincere:

“I know I’m no match for you, Young Master He. I hope you can forgive my earlier offense and spare my life.”

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Her words were earnest.

As long as she lived, there was hope. Duan Yuyan couldn’t afford to risk her life for the Qinglong Sword. She had a terminally ill sister to care for and needed to earn money to free her sister from the Moon Sect. Dying here wasn’t an option.

At this moment,

The girl’s cold eyes were filled with unease and disappointment. Though she outwardly pleaded for mercy, she had a defensive spell prepared. If He Ange showed even a hint of killing intent, she would flee at full speed.

As for the Qinglong Sword to save her sister…

If she couldn’t have it, so be it.

She would find another way to obtain dragon marrow.

For now,

Duan Yuyan and the white-robed youth stood face-to-face, the atmosphere tense.

His deep, abyss-like gaze made it impossible for her to discern his thoughts, leaving her extremely anxious. She felt as though she could see a hundred possible ways she might die in his eyes.

But,

To her surprise, He Ange suddenly tossed the precious Qinglong Sword to her without a word—

“This… this is?!”

Duan Yuyan caught the sword, her guard momentarily dropping. Examining the Qinglong Sword, she found it to be genuine.

Such a treasure, and He Ange simply gave it to her?

What did this mean?

Did he want something from her?

“Miss Yuyan, could this Qinglong Sword buy half an incense stick of your trust?”

He Ange’s smile was warm and polite.

That smile sent a shiver down her spine. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion, but before she could process it, the white-robed youth was already walking toward her.

What should she do?

Run, or trust him this once?

For a brief moment, Duan Yuyan hesitated.

Her survival instincts urged her to flee with the Qinglong Sword, ensuring her safety while securing the means to save her sister.

But her upbringing reminded her that she couldn’t leave so dishonorably.

At the very least…

She couldn’t stoop to stealing something that was freely given.

At some point,

He Ange was already beside her.

When his hand rested on her shoulder, she froze. Even so, she gripped the Qinglong Sword tightly, waiting patiently.

Duan Yuyan closed her eyes, as if accepting her fate.

She knew she had nothing of value to offer someone like He Ange. If he desired anything, it could only be her untainted body…

If.

Just if.

If He Ange truly wanted to trade the Qinglong Sword for her first time, she might grit her teeth and endure the humiliation without refusing.

Her body could be sullied and cleansed, but her sister’s life couldn’t be replaced.

Duan Yuyan desperately needed the Qinglong Sword.

She shut her eyes, bracing herself for the worst.

But then, He Ange spoke—

“Miss Yuyan, consider this Qinglong Sword a gift. It’s yours to keep.”

“However, I have some important advice for you, and I hope you’ll take it seriously.”

His voice was gentle, almost kind. Standing close, he even positioned himself to block the broadcast camera from capturing her.

“Young Master He… please, speak freely.”

Duan Yuyan’s unease persisted.

After a brief pause,

He Ange’s tone turned cold:

“The Moon Sect can’t save your sister.”

“How… how do you know?!”

Her face was filled with shock. His words struck a nerve, both questioning how he knew about her sister’s plight and why he was so certain the Moon Sect couldn’t help.

“If you believe the witch’s words, you’ve already lost… Oh, don’t tell me you actually think Mu Yanli is capable of compassion. Be honest with yourself—do you trust her?”

“I… I don’t trust her…”

Duan Yuyan’s eyes flickered with unease and despair.

This was a truth she had long avoided. Even if she worked tirelessly for the Moon Sect, there was no guarantee Mu Yanli could cure her sister. In fact, Mu Yanli likely didn’t care whether her sister lived or died.

But for now, her sister was in the Moon Sect’s hands…

Who else could she turn to but Mu Yanli?

She was out of options.

“Miss Yuyan, don’t lose hope.”

He Ange’s mysterious smile returned, his clear eyes shining. He lowered his voice:

“I know a good place where your sister’s illness can be cured. And it’s far more reliable than serving that wicked woman, Mu Yanli.”

“Wh-what place—?!”

…

Northern Secret Realm, Beneath the Abyss.

Achoo—!

On a long bench, a petite, jade-haired girl with phoenix-like features sneezed unexpectedly.

She raised an eyebrow, feeling as though everything had been going wrong lately, her chest itching with unease.

As a Divine Phoenix, Feng Yuan’s sixth sense told her that it wouldn’t be long before a certain rebellious disciple brought her a mountain of trouble…

When that time came, Feng Yuan wouldn’t be able to enjoy her peaceful tea-drinking days.

If he returned, the abyss would surely become lively once more.

“Lively?”

The girl’s expression softened with nostalgia.

“It’s been a thousand years of peace, and I’ve nearly forgotten what it feels like to be surrounded by the warmth of life…”

…

Northern Forbidden Zone, Blood Moon Hall.

Beneath the dungeon, a small, isolated room was built.

Inside, the Blood Moon Witch, dressed in a black and red gown, sat alone on the bed. Her violet, blood-colored eyes gazed calmly and sympathetically at the white-haired girl clutching a tattered doll.

Outside the room, several Moon Sect cultivators gathered.

These cultivators, dressed in white coats and masked, held notebooks, observing the girl through the door and windows, recording their findings.

The white-haired girl on the bed was pale and frail, her thin frame exuding an air of sickness.

“Sister Yanli, is it time for another blood transfusion?”

The girl clutched her worn doll tightly, her gaze toward the witch filled with unease.

Mu Yanli remained silent for a long moment.

Finally, she forced a gentle smile:

“Yes. Without it, you’ll become comatose. And if you die, your sister will be heartbroken.”

“When… when will my sister visit me again?” The girl lowered her head in self-doubt.

“I don’t know. Maybe… after she brings back more dragon marrow.”

Mu Yanli’s tone was indifferent.

But the girl had already lost hope. Thinking of her sister’s years of struggle, she muttered in despair:

“What’s the point of dragon marrow… Sister Yanli, do you think I’ll survive much longer?”

“Under normal circumstances, you should’ve died long ago.”

As she spoke, Mu Yanli used her Moon Blade to cut her finger, pressing the bleeding wound against the girl’s forehead.

At that moment, a blood ritual began, purifying the girl’s thick, golden blood.

Feeling the terrifying natural energy flow into her body, the Blood Moon Witch’s lips curled into a greedy, manic smile:

“If not for my ability to manipulate blood, I’d have no way to treat your condition… But don’t forget, I’m the current heir of the Blood Spirit Vein!”

“With me giving you transfusions, dying is the last thing you’ll do!”