After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 193 - He Ange, You’re Really Still Alive!

Shengxu Sect, Luo Xue Peak

As the morning sun bathed the land, a tall, silver-haired celestial maiden in a simple white robe practiced her swordsmanship alone.

Cold, fierce, and full of vigor...

Her sword dance was as beautiful as ever, like a thorny sacred lotus on the battlefield. Each strike was elegant yet decisive, as if severing all worldly attachments—cold and merciless.

Since the battle at Zongshan Plains ended, An Luo Yi’s face had been devoid of expression.

Killing the boy she loved most with her own hands left An Luo Yi deeply scarred. Countless unsolved mysteries died with He Ange’s suicide. She resented him for abandoning her so heartlessly—dying without a word...

For days, elders and Dragon Dynasty celestial servants visited her with various questions about He Ange, but An Luo Yi shut herself away—coldly ignoring them all.

Recounting how she killed He Ange was like reopening old wounds—a second injury.

But An Luo Yi no longer felt anger towards anyone.

Her heart ached—her pride worn down by He Ange’s actions. She only wanted to be left alone—spending her days practicing swordsmanship at Luo Xue Peak. When exhausted, she’d sit by the spirit spring pool—staring blankly at the practice stone.

From childhood,

An Luo Yi was never one to wallow in despair.

These solitary days of sword practice calmed her mind. Upon reflection, she couldn’t shake the feeling that He Ange wasn’t truly dead.

Initially,

She feared she’d gone mad with longing—every time her mind tried to prove He Ange’s survival, she worried about losing her sanity. So she forced herself to practice swordsmanship all day—collapsing into bed only when utterly spent.

But over time,

Her condition worsened.

Even in dreams,

She constantly imagined He Ange alive...

Those days were torture—He Ange was her sword’s victim, yet even in dreams he treated her gently—comforting her that it wasn’t her fault but his own unforgivable sins.

Every time she dreamt this,

Her conscience ached—knowing it was her mind’s way of protecting itself—trying to shift blame onto He Ange.

But An Luo Yi wasn’t foolish—these dreams only deepened her guilt.

Awakening from nightmares,

She’d feel the urge to cry—wanting to pour out her heart—but realized the boy who once listened lay dead by her hand—leaving her in despair.

This cycle of torment lasted over seven days.

Until one day,

An Luo Yi dreamt of He Ange again—but upon waking, she felt an unusual calmness—like stepping into a realm of absolute reason—a serene sea of clouds where she could transcend herself.

So she meditated deeply—contemplating in silence.

Eventually,

She opened her multicolored phoenix eyes—reaching a startling conclusion:

“He Ange might have faked his death?”

The possibility seemed slim but not impossible!

Firstly,

He Ange had no reason to commit suicide.

Secondly,

His frequent appearances in her dreams reminded An Luo Yi of past heavenly hints—dreams where she killed him that later came true.

If those dreams were real,

Why couldn’t dreams of his survival be true too?

Lastly,

There was another piece of evidence convincing An Luo Yi that “He Ange isn’t dead”—the mark on her lower abdomen showed no signs of fading after his death!

She discovered this while bathing in the spirit spring—pressing her abdomen activated the mark’s faint purple glow.

This indicated the mark was still “active”!

The mark was He Ange’s doing—An Luo Yi had requested a long-lasting chastity mark from him instead of a temporary one.

When he marked her,

She allowed him access to her body—sensing his presence deep within her soul.

At the time,

She said nothing—they’d just finished dual cultivation—and she trusted him completely—even if he secretly tampered with her soul.

But now,

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It seemed an important detail.

If He Ange were dead—the mark would disconnect—and she’d feel a soul-deep pain!

“He’s really not dead!”

Caressing the glowing purple mark on her abdomen,

An Luo Yi felt more certain than ever.

That night,

To test her theory,

She lay down early—removing her robe and undergarments—calming herself before recalling every intimate moment with He Ange.

She remembered his favorite positions—how he held her relentlessly reaching deep within—

She remembered their first dual cultivation—how he expertly awakened her cold nature—

She remembered biting her lip as she neared climax—clenching tightly around him before losing control...

As these thoughts filled her mind,

Her fingers moved lower—

Sure enough!

There was sensation!

So she mimicked He Ange’s techniques—awakening her body—

Finally,

When fully aroused and ready for him,

An Luo Yi jolted awake—

Pulling back the covers to check her abdomen—the mark glowed brightly!

What did this mean?

It meant the mark’s activity hadn’t waned since He Ange’s “death”!

Further confirming An Luo Yi’s suspicions—

“He Ange—you must still be alive!”

That night,

The silver-haired celestial maiden smiled softly under moonlight—

Relieved and joyful—

Both loving and hating the boy who toyed with her heart—

Wanting to hold him tight yet bite him until he bled—

As An Luo Yi reveled in success,

A gust swept through Luo Xue Peak—

A dagger wrapped in yellowed paper pierced through the window—

Embedding itself in the wall behind her—

Summoning her sword defensively,

An Luo Yi found no intruder—

“What is this?”

Curious,

She retrieved the dagger and opened its letter—

Staring wide-eyed in shock—

“A letter from He Ange——?”