After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 206 - She’s Panicking, She’s Panicking

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Mu Yanli felt today was particularly unlucky.

She had just crawled out of the Eternal Prison, battered and exhausted, only to run into An Luo Yi, the Destined Heroine.

To make matters worse, Mu Yanli was in a foul mood after escaping. She didn’t want her subordinates to see her in such a sorry state, so she sent the Moon Sect’s generals back under the pretense of going to the northern secret realm alone to “replenish herself.”

Killing to replenish herself was Mu Yanli’s usual “recovery” method. No matter how injured or exhausted she was, as long as she killed enough people, her Blood Spirit Veins could absorb blood to restore her vitality and stamina.

Normally, no matter how severe her injuries were, a small massacre at the northern frontier would fully heal her within half an hour.

After all, those outposts were mostly guarded by Nascent Soul cultivators. Killing them was as easy as snapping her fingers.

But today,

After sending the Moon Sect’s subordinates away and preparing for her “all-you-can-kill buffet”...

She ran straight into that silverhaired sword cultivator!

It was like fate playing a cruel joke.

If it had been any ordinary cultivator, Mu Yanli would’ve just killed them and moved on. But unfortunately for her, she encountered none other than An Luo Yi—the renowned “Nemesis of Demonic Cultivators.”

An Luo Yi was practically one of Mu Yanli’s childhood nightmares.

Years ago in the northern secret realm, Mu Yanli had crossed paths with An Luo Yi, who was then just an inner disciple. Back then, Mu Yanli wasn’t as powerful as she was now, and facing An Luo Yi felt like facing her own doom.

It was hard to believe that a seemingly sixteen or seventeen-year-old silverhaired girl at the Foundation Establishment stage could dominate her like a parent disciplining a child—even though Mu Yanli was at Core Formation stage.

That was Mu Yanli’s first encounter with the concept of a “Destined Heroine.”

Now,

Years later,

Meeting An Luo Yi again,

Mu Yanli still felt an inexplicable sense of oppression emanating from her soul...

Even though Mu Yanli was now at the peak of Divine Transformation while An Luo Yi was only at Nascent Soul peak—a difference of an entire major realm.

Beyond An Luo Yi’s natural commanding presence,

Mu Yanli’s own injuries and exhaustion left her lacking confidence against An Luo Yi.

All thanks to He Ange trapping her in the Eternal Prison for three days and nights...

When she finally escaped,

She realized seven days and nights had passed in the outside world!

She was tired—too tired to deal with someone like An Luo Yi.

But how could An Luo Yi pass up such a golden opportunity to strike at Mu Yanli?

She hadn’t forgotten who had dug out He Ange’s spiritual veins—who had pushed him into the abyss—leaving him near death and crippled...

An Luo Yi swore she’d avenge He Ange—she’d kill Mu Yanli with her own hands.

Now that the chance had come,

There was no way she’d let Mu Yanli escape!

After some heated exchanges and provocations,

Mu Yanli finally snapped under An Luo Yi’s taunts.

Though she initially wanted to avoid fighting,

As the infamous Blood Moon Witch—feared throughout the demonic world—how could she back down on her home turf in the northern frontier after being provoked?

Destined Heroine or not—

Mu Yanli refused to believe in such nonsense. Even injured, she was determined to teach An Luo Yi a lesson.

One immortal and one demon—two heroines clashed fiercely.

The result?

An unprecedented battle erupted deep within the snowy mountains of the northern secret realm.

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Northern Secret Realm – Snowbound Mountains

Blades clashed amidst blood and ice—killing intent surged skyward as thunderous echoes filled the air.

On the icy plains,

The witch’s white hair was stained with blood.

Sword Technique: Blood Crescent Dance!

Scarlet mist formed two crescent blades in Mu Yanli’s hands. She dashed across the snow, weaving an elegant yet deadly dance of slaughter as she charged toward the silverhaired maiden ten miles away.

An Luo Yi wasn’t one to back down. Wielding her sword with icy determination, she summoned an ice dragon phantom behind her—a majestic display of dominance.

As blood and frost collided,

The shockwaves shattered the icy plains within ten miles—collapsing snowcovered mountains.

In midair,

The witch wielded her bloodred crescents with dominance—her nearVoid Refinement cultivation suppressing everything below. Within a few exchanges, she forced the silverhaired maiden onto the defensive—

“An Luo Yi! If I weren’t injured today, you’d already be dead!”

Mu Yanli’s cold face twisted with fury. Her bloodstreaked white hair fluttered amidst sword energy—exuding a murderous aura like a snowbound demon.

Despite being at a disadvantage,

An Luo Yi remained composed—skillfully parrying Mu Yanli’s relentless attacks.

Truthfully,

An Luo Yi hadn’t expected that the purple-haired girl she once humiliated would now ascend as the Blood Moon Witch—surpassing her in cultivation.

With her Abyssal Pearl and destiny blessings,

An Luo Yi had reached late Divine Transformation levels.

But even so,

Facing Mu Yanli at peak Divine Transformation,

She felt an insurmountable pressure.

Fortunately,

Mu Yanli was injured today...

Otherwise,

An Luo Yi might not have stood a chance—forced to rely on lifesaving measures against a fullypowered Mu Yanli.

“An Luo Yi, what happened?”

“Where’s your arrogance now? Why are you retreating?”

The witch laughed maniacally—slamming her bloodred blade into the ground.

In an instant,

A sea of blood erupted from beneath the ice—forming an ominous barrier around An Luo Yi.

As a witch born of chaos,

Mu Yanli thrived on bloodshed. The more she killed—the more invigorated she became—her demonic instincts amplifying with each drop spilled.

Initially,

Her injuries left her vulnerable against An Luo Yi.

But after shifting focus to slaughtering An Luo Yi’s accompanying soldiers—draining their blood for recovery—

Mu Yanli entered a frenzied state of combat readiness.

In this state,

Pain became irrelevant—fatigue nonexistent—her body pushed beyond limits into peak performance.

Her ferocity grew uncontrollable—

Today,

Faced with an old rival,

Her demonic nature surged uncontrollably—

“Just another piece of demonic trash.”

The silverhaired maiden scoffed coldly—her tone dripping with disdain as she dismissed Mu Yanli’s provocations.

Her words struck a nerve—

But also revealed an opening—

Seizing it,

An Luo Yi sidestepped Mu Yanli’s attack before countering with a silver flash—her blade slicing through air accompanied by a dragon’s roar—

Boom!

Mu Yanli was sent flying—crashing into a snowcovered mountain as an avalanche buried her beneath ice and snow.

“Just... demonic trash?”

“Hahaha... hahahaha...”

“Truly worthy of being called a Destined Heroine—with such righteous rhetoric...”

From beneath the avalanche,

The witch’s voice echoed—mocking yet filled with venomous hatred—

An Luo Yi narrowed her cold eyes—uninterested in exchanging words with someone like Mu Yanli.

Raising her sword,

She prepared to deliver another strike—

But what Mu Yanli said next froze her in place—

“Did you know? He Ange is now Spirit Phoenix Sect’s Holy Son.”

“What? Does that mean you despise him too? He’s just another piece of ‘demonic trash’ by your standards!”

“Heh~”

“No wonder—even after all this time at the northern frontier—He Ange hasn’t bothered to see you once!”

Her words struck deep—

The silverhaired maiden’s expression turned icy cold—

Her lips trembled slightly as she clenched her teeth—her eyes burning with unprecedented fury—

Gone was her usual aloofness—

Replaced by terrifying killing intent that shook heaven itself—

She couldn’t deny it—

Mu Yanli’s words hit where it hurt most—

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Simply put...

The Destined Heroine was panicking!!!

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Abyssal Palace

He Ange was busy teaching Duan Yu Yan how to please Feng Yuan—to earn approval for training—and potentially serve as Feng Yuan’s new maid when He Ange wasn’t around—

But suddenly,

A blueandred figure materialized behind him—

Xuanque knelt on one knee—reporting solemnly:

“Lord Ange—the Blood Moon Witch and Destined Heroine are fighting in the secret realm.”

“Huh?”

He Ange raised an eyebrow in surprise.