After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 232 - Hmph, Just a Mere Cultivator

“Another imperial artifact...”

Watching the golden dragon pillar shooting into the sky, He Ange couldn’t help but take a deep breath, feeling a sense of dread.

He had witnessed the power of an imperial artifact before. Back in the Sakura Cluster Secret Realm, Qin Shiyan had used one to instantly kill a Divine Transformation elder.

And now, An Luo Yi was only at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage...

He Ange was genuinely worried but didn’t intervene because, through the connection of the Phoenix Mark and divine seal, he could sense that An Luo Yi wasn’t harmed by the artifact’s divine might.

“Maybe the True Dragon bloodline has some immunity to imperial artifacts?”

“No...”

“The artifact summoned by Ye Qingchuan before his death might not be a simple self-destructive attack.”

High above,

The drumbeats echoed through the nine heavens, and the terrifying golden pillar of light scattered the clouds.

As He Ange and the others watched the changing sky,

A silver-haired maiden’s silhouette emerged from the light—

“Ange, beware of incoming enemies from above!”

An Luo Yi’s voice carried a hint of urgency.

Simultaneously,

He Ange furrowed his brows, looking up intently. From the distant clouds, he spotted a long, mysterious white dragon approaching rapidly.

Its rank was at least at the Heavenly God level!

Moreover,

This white dragon was speeding towards Ye Qingchuan’s location!

An Luo Yi knew the white dragon wasn’t friendly. She quickly flew towards He Ange after escaping Ye Qingchuan’s artifact’s divine might.

But before she could reach him,

The white dragon in the sky, wrapped in thunder and lightning, descended with an ethereal yet furious voice—

“Impudent demon! How dare you kill my brother!”

From the clouds,

Thunder roared, and a white dragon soared above—its dragon might dominating the world.

At that moment,

Not only did countless demonic soldiers feel fear and trepidation, but even the white-haired demon lord frowned with a sense of foreboding.

“Lady Luo Yi, Her Majesty treated you well, yet you repay her with betrayal! You think you can escape after killing one of our own?!”

The white dragon’s wrathful words echoed with authority.

Below,

Storms raged, lightning flashed, and countless bolts of heavenly punishment struck down—blasting several snow-capped mountains and leaving deep craters in the ice fields.

The silver-haired maiden struggled to escape under this heavenly punishment, her path fraught with danger.

If hit,

Even with her True Dragon bloodline, she would be severely injured if not killed!

Fortunately,

As a sword cultivator, An Luo Yi’s agility allowed her to dodge the strikes.

But just as she was about to reach He Ange,

A powerful divine aura emanated from high above.

In the clouds,

The white dragon saintess’s eyes flashed with righteous fury.

Sacred Artifact: Nine Heavens Glazed Tower!

In her hands,

A pagoda materialized—its azure brilliance expanding to cover thousands of square meters, blotting out the sky.

In moments,

The white dragon saintess formed seals over her chest, chanting divine incantations. As a dragon clan saintess, she summoned the sacred artifact to descend upon the mortal realm!

Boom!

The Nine Heavens Glazed Tower descended with unstoppable force—enveloping the entire battlefield. No one could escape its reach!

Moreover,

As the tower covered the sky,

Invisible rules formed within—binding all living beings like soul chains.

These rules stemmed from the world’s essence—even someone as powerful as Dongfang Zhou couldn’t resist them.

“My cultivation is suppressed to the Nascent Soul stage...?”

“No wonder it’s a sacred artifact passed down by the Heavenly Sea Palace—bringing it to the mortal realm is like a dimensional reduction attack.”

On the warship ahead,

The white-haired demon lord gazed at the towering pagoda above—muttering with admiration and fear.

He Ange held An Luo Yi close—looking up with serious eyes and a sense of foreboding.

This white dragon had summoned a sacred artifact at the Heavenly God level.

In her hands,

Its suppressive power was far greater than when wielded by Moon Sect’s demon lords. After all,

They were only at the Void God level—barely able to activate half its power; whereas this white dragon saintess could fully unleash its might.

Under such complete suppression,

He Ange worried about the effectiveness of his abyssal teleportation talisman.

After all,

Xiao Mo was only at the Void God level himself.

If spatial talismans were also sealed by the Nine Heavens Glazed Tower,

He Ange would struggle to escape using abyssal portals.

“Lord Dongfang! This is an internal matter of our dragon clan—it doesn’t concern you. Her Majesty’s wrath isn’t something you can bear!”

From above,

A pillar of white light descended as the saintess—clad in divine robes—stood before countless demonic soldiers.

Her eyes were like cold pools; her presence ethereal and pure.

She was breathtakingly beautiful—exuding an aura untouched by mortal affairs.

Her white hair danced; her divine dress fluttered.

Not only was she stunning in appearance,

But her otherworldly aura made all who saw her feel inferior—as if all beauty paled in comparison before her perfection.

Any man who saw her would undoubtedly think two words: “Perfect!”

Following behind her,

Countless Void God-level warriors descended—each one no less formidable than Dongfang Zhou—clad in silver dragon armor with imposing presence.

At that moment,

Dongfang Zhou narrowed his eyes—first shocked by their strength—then glancing at He Ange understandingly.

Now aware that He Yuan had stirred significant trouble—and that the silver-haired maiden in his arms was deeply involved—Dongfang Zhou sighed and stepped forward with a wry smile:

“Hehe, so it’s Princess Yan Ruyu of Heavenly Sea Palace. The last time we met was at Dragon Dynasty’s grand banquet...”

Before him,

The white dragon saintess merely glanced at Dongfang Zhou before narrowing her eyes—focusing entirely on He Ange. She spoke coldly:

“Lord Dongfang, if you know what’s good for you—don’t interfere.”

Her face was as cold and proud as jade—exuding an air of sanctity that made all life seem insignificant before her divine presence.

Dongfang Zhou sighed helplessly—

Glancing regretfully at He Ange while shrugging in resignation.

As Dongfang Zhou stepped aside,

He Ange finally faced off against the approaching white dragon saintess directly.

His gaze was calm yet cunning;

Hers burned with hatred and vigilance.

“So it’s you—the phoenix causing trouble.”

Yan Ruyu’s face turned cold.

In an instant,

The entire weight of the Nine Heavens Glazed Tower focused on He Ange—forcing him to kneel under its immense pressure.

Against a Heavenly God-level dragon maiden,

How could He Ange possibly resist?

Seeing this,

The silver-haired maiden drew her sword—the blade’s edge aimed directly at Yan Ruyu’s eyes.

An Luo Yi stood protectively before He Ange—her True Dragon bloodline radiating divine might against the white dragon saintess.

Bathed in divine light,

Her face shone with holy brilliance—her True Dragon aura making it impossible for anyone to meet her gaze directly.

In terms of beauty and grace,

An Luo Yi was no less stunning than Yan Ruyu.

But when it came to “sword maiden” prowess—

Yan Ruyu couldn’t compare to An Luo Yi’s heroic spirit and battle-hardened demeanor.

After all,

Yan Ruyu had grown up with a silver spoon in her mouth—a princess raised in luxury. While she excelled in noble elegance—

She lacked An Luo Yi’s battlefield experience and killing intent honed through years of struggle in the cultivation world.

An Luo Yi possessed both imperial aura and True Dragon bloodline—

Making her a force to be reckoned with.

“Impressive—a True Dragon bloodline recognized by Her Majesty...”

Despite their brief clash,

Yan Ruyu felt pressured—her heart filled with respect for An Luo Yi’s power.

True Dragon bloodlines were supreme among dragons—

Even those like Ye Qingchuan’s Azure Dragon bloodline or Yan Ruyu’s White Dragon bloodline felt instinctively suppressed by it.

However,

Yan Ruyu was on a mission from Her Majesty—not easily intimidated by any True Dragon maiden she encountered.

With this thought,

She glanced at Ye Qingchuan lying behind her—burned out from using his essence blood and on the brink of death.

“Useless...”

She muttered bitterly—

Though her eyes showed disdain—she still cared for her childhood friend despite his flaws...

Retrieving a jade pill from her sleeve—

She fed it to Ye Qingchuan using a wisp of White Dragon qi—

Cough!

Cough cough!

Moments later—

Ye Qingchuan coughed up black blood as he awoke trembling—the wound on his chest slowly healing; though sacrificing essence blood for an imperial artifact left him half-crippled...

Looking around in confusion—

His gaze met Yan Ruyu’s—

But before he could express gratitude—

She glared at him:

“Take this Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill—and get reimbursement from your father!”

She sounded like a penny-pinching miser...

“S-sorry...”

Ye Qingchuan stammered—shivering under his younger sister’s stern gaze...

Seeing him alive again—

Yan Ruyu sighed in relief—

Then turned back towards An Luo Yi with icy determination...

Though she found Ye Qingchuan annoying—

He was still an Azure Dragon prodigy—and their families were close; they had grown up together...

Now seeing him nearly killed by demons—

Yan Ruyu couldn’t tolerate it...

She despised two types of people most:

Useless brothers like Ye Qingchuan—and malevolent demons!

“Such an exalted True Dragon blessing...”

“But Her Majesty raised you—a traitor.”

Recalling An Luo Yi’s actions along their journey—

Yan Ruyu felt intense hostility; for any dragon clan member—the chance to evolve into a True Dragon was an unparalleled honor!

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Countless lower-ranked dragons dreamed of joining their ranks...

“True Dragon legacy—to enslave me—to brand me with a slave mark... Is this what you call a blessing?”

An Luo Yi scoffed coldly—

Finding Yan Ruyu’s words naive...

Unaware of what True Dragon enslavement meant—

Yan Ruyu had no interest in debating further; knowing she had already delayed too long rescuing Ye Qingchuan...

Now she needed to capture An Luo Yi quickly!

But first—

She had to eliminate this phoenix youth daring enough to touch a True Dragon maiden...

“Husband, be careful!”

Seeing Yan Ruyu preparing to strike—

An Luo Yi instinctively shielded He Ange behind her—ready for battle...

He Ange’s expression wasn’t pleasant either...

Yan Ruyu’s appearance was an unexpected variable; he had tried using abyssal talismans earlier—but they failed under Nine Heavens Glazed Tower’s suppression!

Meaning—

His best escape tool as Spirit Phoenix Sect Holy Son was rendered useless...

Immortal Art: White Dragon Inquiry!

Sword Art: Ice Dragon Guard!

As Yan Ruyu attacked—

An Luo Yi activated all her trump cards—including Abyssal Pearl and True Dragon bloodline enhancements...

He Ange wanted to pull An Luo Yi away—but Yan Ruyu had already transformed into a diving white dragon; with He Ange behind her—An Luo Yi couldn’t retreat...

Facing this threat—

She stood firm as He Ange’s sharpest sword—ready to take on Yan Ruyu head-on...

Their clash was swift and brutal—

Despite An Luo Yi’s formidable True Dragon aura—

She couldn’t withstand Yan Ruyu’s overwhelming Heavenly God-level power...

Splurt!

With one strike—

Yan Ruyu easily broke through An Luo Yi’s defenses; her White Dragon power pierced through An Luo Yi from chest to back...

Destined Heroine—True Dragon Maiden...

Yet all these titles meant nothing against Yan Ruyu’s absolute power...

The battle ended too quickly—but An Luo Yi’s efforts weren’t wasted; He Ange had already activated his trump card from Feng Yuan...

Seeing An Luo Yi unable to withstand Yan Ruyu’s attack—

He Ange caught her mid-air—retreating hundreds of meters under immense pressure...

An Luo Yi coughed up blood—severely injured...

“Fallen into darkness—you’re nothing.”

Standing tall—

Yan Ruyu sneered coldly; her lips curled into a mocking smile as she looked at He Ange holding An Luo Yi—their gazes locked...

But for some reason—

Despite meeting his eyes—she couldn’t feel at ease...

Next second—

“What——?!”

Without warning—

A surge of abyssal power erupted—causing Yan Ruyu to break out in cold sweat...

Looking down—

She saw an ancient scroll at her feet...

Could it be—from earlier——?

Before she could react—

Countless black tendrils erupted from the scroll—binding Yan Ruyu like tentacles from an eldritch horror!

More tendrils wrapped around her limbs—threatening to engulf her completely...

“What is this——?!”

“Let go! No—not there——!!”

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