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After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 167 - Chenlong, Don’t Push Me
Chenlong, Don’t Push Me
“I recognize you.”
The Empress smiled faintly, her voice carrying both grace and authority.
In an instant, He Ange felt the overwhelming pressure of the True Dragon’s gaze piercing his soul.
He broke into a cold sweat, not daring to look directly into the Empress’s goldenveiled dragon eyes. He knew that the gap between their realms was too vast; even if he tried, he wouldn’t be able to discern her true face.
However, He Ange remained composed.
The Evil Phoenix bloodline flowing through him was a supreme power in the Abyss, second only to Feng Yuan herself. Unless the True Dragon Empress descended in her true form, no one in the vast cultivation world could uncover his true identity if he didn’t want them to.
And clearly, for a mere sealing ceremony, it was impossible for the True Dragon Empress to attend in person.
According to Feng Yuan, the Empress’s realm was comparable to hers. Beings of their level—ancient true spirits—would cause catastrophic natural disasters and massive upheavals just by stepping into the mortal world in their true forms.
As the weather remained calm and clear, it was evident that the Empress before him was merely an avatar.
As for the Abyssal Pearl that might have exposed him…
He Ange had already prepared for that.
Before leaving the Cherry Cluster Secret Realm, he had infused all the Abyssal Pearl’s energy into Xia Ranyue’s mark. Initially, he had planned to use Xia Ranyue as a “battery” to store and manage this energy. However, the ninetailed fox bloodline was insatiably greedy.
Not only did she drain the Abyssal Pearl completely, but she also absorbed a significant portion of He Ange’s own demonic energy.
The result? He Ange’s cultivation regressed slightly, and the Abyssal Pearl was reduced to a powerless glasslike crystal sphere.
In this state, there was no way the Empress could detect even a trace of demonic energy on him.
With this reassurance,
He Ange remained calm as he knelt before the Empress, his demeanor natural and unshaken—unlike the trembling prodigies around him.
Meanwhile, the Empress’s dragon eyes glimmered with appreciation:
“When Minister Shi reported An Luo Yi’s achievements to me, she frequently mentioned someone named He Ange… Now that I see you, it seems her judgment was correct. You are indeed a talented young man and worthy of being Minister Shi’s disciple and a junior brother to the Destined Heroine.”
The Empress’s confident words left He Ange feeling both honored and apprehensive.
Lowering his head respectfully, he replied humbly:
“Your Majesty overpraises me. I cannot compare to Sister Luo Yi, the Destined Heroine.”
The Empress narrowed her dragon eyes slightly before smiling coldly and commanding:
“Bring forth the dragon robes for our prodigies!”
“Yes!”
…
On the dragon platform, several celestial servants stepped forward at her command. Each carried a goldenthreaded dragon robe as they approached to bestow them upon the young prodigies.
The onlookers couldn’t help but feel envious. Beyond the honor of receiving robes from celestial servants, these servants themselves were at least fifthrank celestial servants! Among them was Li Zijing, a Destined One who had recently advanced to fourthrank celestial servant status at a young age.
To have someone like Li Zijing personally bestow a robe was a dream for many disciples—a recognition by nearly 90% of Dragon Dynasty’s celestial servants.
Once these prodigies became celestial servants themselves and joined Dragon Dynasty’s elite circles, they would one day don dragon robes and bestow them upon the next generation…
This cycle of succession had created Dragon Dynasty’s thriving celestial society.
On the platform,
Li Zijing held a dragon robe but hesitated as he stood before He Ange. For a long moment, he didn’t move forward to bestow it upon the young disciple.
Li Zijing’s expression was incredibly conflicted!
Recently emerging from seclusion after advancing to late Nascent Soul stage and being appointed fourthrank celestial servant by the Empress herself, Li Zijing should have been basking in glory. This was supposed to be his moment to shine—to flaunt his achievements before new disciples and sect elders alike.
But then,
As he ascended the platform in response to the Empress’s summons, his gaze locked onto a familiar whiterobed figure.
And just like that, his mood soured completely.
Seeing He Ange reminded Li Zijing of the humiliation he had suffered six months ago at a family gathering in Dragon Capital!
What made it worse was that He Ange had also earned recognition and advanced rapidly in cultivation—now at late Foundation Establishment stage.
Now,
As Li Zijing stared at He Ange in disbelief, other celestial servants had already stepped forward to bestow robes upon their chosen prodigies.
He Ange was the only one left without a celestial servant approaching him.
The implication was clear.
“Senior Li Zijing, shall we proceed?”
The whiterobed boy spread his arms slightly, flashing a faint smile at Li Zijing. His bright eyes seemed innocent yet carried a hint of mischief.
Seeing that familiar smirk—the hallmark of He Ange’s cunning—Li Zijing felt his anger boil over. He barely restrained himself from unleashing his cultivation and attacking He Ange on the spot.
Li Zijing remembered all too well how An Luo Yi—the Destined Heroine—had recently advanced to midNascent Soul stage and been granted thirdrank celestial servant status by the Empress. Rumor had it that her breakthrough was due to dual cultivation with He Ange. Not only that, but their relationship as Dao companions had become widely known.
During that time, Li Zijing had gone into seclusion out of sheer jealousy and heartbreak. The Destined Heroine he had once admired was now tied to He Ange.
And now…
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He was expected to personally bestow a robe upon his rival?
It was utterly humiliating!
“He Ange… just you wait…”
Suppressing his rage, Li Zijing approached with disdain. With an air of indifference, he draped the dragon robe over He Ange’s shoulders carelessly.
Deliberately neglecting to adjust it properly, Li Zijing left creases in the robe, making it look untidy and unkempt.
Smirking coldly, Li Zijing walked away without looking back. He hoped He Ange’s disheveled appearance would embarrass him during the ceremony.
But just as Li Zijing reveled in his petty revenge,
The True Dragon Empress herself stepped forward from the center of the platform.
She approached He Ange directly, raising her hand to adjust his dragon robe. With meticulous care, she smoothed out every crease and ensured it fit perfectly.
This scene left countless sect elders and celestial servants utterly stunned.
The True Dragon Empress—ruler above all—was personally tidying the dragon robe of a young disciple!
What an unparalleled honor!
Moreover,
As her hands brushed over the robe, its golden threads shimmered brilliantly under the sunlight, radiating divine light.
At that moment,
He Ange stood tall and radiant. The goldenthreaded dragon robe enhanced his presence, making him appear otherworldly—like a supreme figure destined for greatness.
Below,
Female disciples and elders gazed at him with admiration and longing, their hearts captivated by his regal aura.
After finishing her adjustments, the Empress took a step back and smiled faintly at the now impeccably dressed young man before her.
At that moment,
He Ange met her gaze—and for the first time saw her true face beneath the golden divine light. Her features were breathtakingly exquisite: a delicate nose, phoenixshaped dragon eyes marked with divine patterns… She was unparalleled in beauty and majesty—a celestial queen beyond compare.
He Ange was momentarily entranced, forgetting to avert his gaze out of respect.
“Hmph~”
The Empress chuckled softly, her lips curving upward with subtle amusement beneath her authoritative dragon eyes.
Meeting his mesmerized stare headon, she turned gracefully and walked away—leaving behind only her majestic silhouette as she ascended back onto the platform.
Meanwhile,
A divine voice echoed suddenly in He Ange’s mind:
“He Ange, I favor you.”
“Stay by An Luo Yi’s side and serve my dynasty well. In time, I will not let you or your destined companion go unrewarded.”
…
Northern Secret Realm, Beneath the Abyss.
In an ancient temple,
A youthful phoenix spirit with delicate features sat sipping tea. Her bluefeathered shoulders gleamed under dim light. But halfway through her tea, her enchanting phoenix eyes flashed with fury—and her cup shattered in her hand. The entire abyss trembled as Feng Yuan’s displeasure spread like a storm.
“Chenlong! Are you trying to steal my disciple again?!”
For once,
The usually cold and indifferent Feng Yuan showed visible anger. Her phoenix eyes darkened ominously—a wrath reserved only for those who dared provoke an ancient true phoenix.
She recalled how countless Destined Ones had been lured into serving Dragon Dynasty under Chenlong’s rule. The Empress excelled at taming talents; since Dragon Dynasty’s founding, nearly 90% of promising cultivators had joined its ranks—including many oncefeared demonic figures.
And now…
The Empress extended her influence toward He Ange—a boy Feng Yuan had personally rescued from the abyss and nurtured over years of effort.
With just a few words and gestures during a public ceremony, Chenlong had planted seeds of admiration and loyalty in He Ange’s heart—a mere mortal swayed by divine recognition from someone of such stature.
Feng Yuan clenched her fists as rage boiled within her. She had raised him—her cherished disciple—and yet Chenlong dared try to take him away?
Her icy phoenix eyes burned with fiery determination:
“Chenlong… don’t push me.”
“If you force my hand… I’ll bring about Ragnarok—and no one will be spared.”
Her chilling words echoed through the abyss as she sat amidst its shadows—her resolve unshaken.