After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 22 - You’re Going Too Far!

The number of true disciples present today was unusually high.

Normally, having two true disciples attend a swordsmanship class was already a rare occurrence. But today, there were three.

When it came time for the practical sparring session, the tension among the inner disciples reached its peak. Many were terrified of being chosen by the silver-haired fairy, An Luo Yi.

Rumor had it that Senior Sister An didn’t hold back during her lessons. Just this morning, she had unleashed a devastating sword technique in the backwoods of the Shengxu Sect while “teaching” a junior disciple...

As for Bai Zihua, the disciples didn’t know much about him. But knowing he was one of Fairy Qin’s true disciples was enough to make them shiver. He was likely just as strict, if not more so.

“Alright, that concludes my lecture on swordsmanship. I’ll leave the rest of the session to the true disciples,” the white-haired elder announced. He glanced at the three true disciples standing behind him and nodded. “There are some new inner disciples here today. They’re still inexperienced, so remember to go easy on them. Be moderate in your demonstrations.”

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“Understood,” the three true disciples replied in unison, bowing slightly to show their respect.

Of course, whether they actually heeded the elder’s advice was another matter entirely.

“Heh...” Wang Yuan smirked as the elder left to enjoy his tea. His gaze shifted to He Ange in the crowd, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

With the elder gone, who could protect you now?

Clearing his throat, Wang Yuan stepped forward, hands clasped behind his back, exuding the air of a leader about to make an announcement.

“Inner disciple... He Ange, step forward!”

“He Ange, step forward.”

“He Ange, step forward.”

Three voices rang out simultaneously, creating an awkward atmosphere in the swordsmanship plaza.

“Huh?” Wang Yuan sucked in a sharp breath and turned to see both Bai Zihua and An Luo Yi also looking at him curiously. His brows furrowed in confusion.

Did he mishear?

When he called He Ange’s name, two other voices had echoed his command.

This... this couldn’t be right.

Hadn’t An Luo Yi said she wouldn’t interfere in He Ange’s matters?

But judging by her expression, she didn’t seem to be protecting He Ange. Could it be that she also wanted to give him a hard time during the swordsmanship class?

And what about Bai Zihua? What grudge did this flower-loving, poetry-reciting dandy have against He Ange?

Among the three true disciples, only Wang Yuan had stepped forward to call out He Ange’s name. As a result, all eyes were now on him, making him feel increasingly self-conscious.

Why was he nervous?

Because he was the weakest of the three true disciples.

Competing with the other two for He Ange felt like trying to snatch food from a tiger’s mouth. It was a losing battle.

Feeling cornered, Wang Yuan awkwardly stepped back, hoping to relinquish his claim on He Ange.

But to his surprise, Bai Zihua spoke up.

“Senior Brother Wang, please, go ahead.”

Bai Zihua smiled faintly, nodding toward Wang Yuan as if to say, You called him first, so it’s only fair that you take the lead.

Beside him, An Luo Yi also nodded thoughtfully, stepping aside to give Wang Yuan the opportunity.

She glanced at He Ange in the crowd before casually selecting a few other inner disciples, making it clear that she had no intention of pursuing He Ange this time.

In an instant, the two more powerful true disciples had deferred to Wang Yuan.

This left Wang Yuan feeling utterly baffled.

Now he stood alone at the front of the platform, under the watchful eyes of countless inner disciples—and even the black-dressed fairy in the pavilion. The pressure was immense.

What was going on?

He was a Core Formation stage true disciple, yet calling out a newly promoted Foundation Establishment disciple felt like preparing to face a boss-level opponent.

What was He Ange’s deal? Why did these high-ranking true disciples seem so interested in him?

And why did it feel like Bai Zihua and An Luo Yi were treating him, Wang Yuan, as the guinea pig instead of He Ange?

As Wang Yuan wrestled with his thoughts, He Ange stepped onto the platform.

Having just joined the inner sect and already being called out by three true disciples, He Ange had certainly made a name for himself.

As he walked up, Xu Xin watched him with concern, while the other disciples looked on with a mix of curiosity and amusement. Some envied him for catching the attention of so many true disciples, while others found it hilarious that he was unlucky enough to be targeted by all three at once.

He Ange himself found the situation absurd.

But at least it wasn’t all bad.

In the end, it was Wang Yuan who called him up—a true disciple, yes, but the weakest of the three.

Sure, Wang Yuan might try to humiliate him on the platform, but he was only at the early Core Formation stage. No matter how much he tried to make things difficult, it wouldn’t compare to the pressure An Luo Yi or Bai Zihua could bring.

He Ange felt a wave of relief. Wang Yuan had saved him from the jaws of the real predators. What a kind and benevolent soul!

“Senior Brother Wang, please guide me,” He Ange said, bowing respectfully as he faced Wang Yuan on the platform.

Wang Yuan hesitated briefly.

On the adjacent platforms, An Luo Yi and Bai Zihua were already sparring with other inner disciples, showing no interest in interfering.

Good.

If they weren’t going to intervene, then he had nothing to worry about.

With renewed confidence, Wang Yuan smiled slyly at He Ange.

“Since you’re my junior brother, I’ll let you have the first three moves,” he said, his tone dripping with condescension.

It was clear he intended to humiliate He Ange in front of the crowd.

“Thank you, Senior Brother,” He Ange replied calmly, drawing his black iron sword and stepping forward.

For the first strike, Wang Yuan casually sidestepped, effortlessly dodging the attack with minimal movement.

To the spectators, it looked as though he was toying with He Ange.

Within three moves, the disciples in the audience were already murmuring among themselves. He Ange’s swordsmanship lacked any spiritual energy, relying purely on physical strength. It was no different from the swordplay of ordinary mortals.

During the lecture, the elder had repeatedly emphasized the importance of integrating spiritual energy into one’s sword techniques. Clearly, He Ange hadn’t been paying attention.

“Junior Brother He, it seems you haven’t grasped the essence of swordsmanship,” Wang Yuan said mockingly after the third move, standing with his hands behind his back.

He Ange could only offer an awkward smile in response.

Unlike the other disciples, who could freely expend spiritual energy during the day and recover it overnight, He Ange’s spiritual energy was precious. Every bit of it came from painstakingly refined pills. Wasting it on a meaningless sparring match was out of the question.

“Three moves are up, Junior Brother He. Don’t blame me if I don’t hold back now,” Wang Yuan said with a smirk, forming a seal with his fingers.

Several flaming swords materialized around him, hovering in the air.

This was Multi-Sword Control, a technique exclusive to Core Formation stage sword cultivators. While Foundation Establishment cultivators could only control a single flying sword, Core Formation cultivators could wield multiple swords simultaneously, overwhelming their opponents.

“Go!” Wang Yuan commanded.

The flaming swords ignited and shot toward He Ange in unison.

Realizing the real fight had begun, He Ange released a small amount of spiritual energy and began to take the duel seriously. He dodged and countered, weaving through the onslaught of swords with agility.

Normally, if someone tried to make things difficult for him, He Ange would simply concede and walk away.

But today was different. With so many people watching—and An Luo Yi observing from the adjacent platform—he couldn’t afford to look weak.

If he gave up too easily, An Luo Yi would immediately see through his act and punish him for slacking off.

Determined to prove himself, He Ange decided to put up a decent fight before conceding. At the very least, he needed to show that he had tried.

Of course, even at his best, he couldn’t defeat Wang Yuan. Despite the high-quality Sha Pill he had received from Feng Yuan, He Ange was still only at the early Foundation Establishment stage. The gap between him and Wang Yuan’s years of Core Formation experience was insurmountable.

All he could do was hold his ground and avoid being completely overwhelmed.

“Junior Brother He, you truly live up to your reputation as a former sword prodigy from the capital. Your technique is solid—managing to fend off ten flying swords without faltering,” Wang Yuan said mockingly.

Meanwhile, He Ange was being pushed further and further back, the pressure mounting.

Though he was holding his own, the situation was undeniably humiliating.

Wang Yuan wasn’t even using his own sword. He was controlling the flying swords with his mind, barely lifting a finger. It was clear he was toying with He Ange.

In contrast, both An Luo Yi and Bai Zihua, despite their superior skills, showed respect to their sparring partners by engaging directly. They didn’t resort to flashy techniques to humiliate their juniors.

Wang Yuan’s actions were clearly meant to belittle He Ange.

“Hmph.”

With a cold smirk, Wang Yuan increased the intensity of his attacks.

Typically, true disciples would suppress their cultivation to the Foundation Establishment level when sparring with juniors, ensuring a fair fight.

But Wang Yuan broke the unspoken rule, secretly unleashing seventy percent of his Core Formation power. For a Foundation Establishment cultivator like He Ange, this was nothing short of a one-sided beatdown.

As the fight dragged on, He Ange began to falter.

Blood dripped from several fresh wounds on his body, staining the platform.

Finally, someone in the crowd couldn’t stay silent any longer.

“Senior Brother Wang Yuan! You’re going too far!”