After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 237 - Rebellious Disciple, I’ll Deal with You at Home!

“Good disciple, come here.”

Under the divine radiance of the True Dragon, Feng Yuan turned to look at the bloodshot-eyed youth. Her phoenix eyes were gentle, seemingly unsurprised by He Ange’s strange transformation.

In fact, Feng Yuan seemed somewhat pleased.

He Ange’s resistance and inner conflict showed that he truly respected his master from the bottom of his heart. If he didn’t see Feng Yuan as a sacred being and had no loyalty, he would have already given in to his instincts and bitten her like a rabid wolf.

Clearly, the desire he felt for his bloodline “mother” wasn’t something a pure-blooded True Phoenix should have.

As He Ange’s maternal superior, Feng Yuan understood why this was happening.

It wasn’t He Ange’s fault—it was due to the impure bloodline she had passed down. Being a hybrid herself, how could she expect He Ange to be a pure-blooded True Phoenix?

Feng Yuan empathized with He Ange’s current turmoil and desire. Once the ethical barriers in his mind were broken, his impure desires would be unleashed, leaving no way back...

With a sigh,

Feng Yuan opened her arms, inviting the desperate youth into her embrace like a mother comforting a suffering child.

Compared to Chen Long,

Feng Yuan felt inadequate as a master—her bloodline impure and herself sealed in the abyss. Many things Chen Long could provide, Feng Yuan couldn’t...

“Come here.”

“Bite me here and transfer the True Dragon bloodline.”

“But remember, you must not drink my blood. Don’t ask why—this is for your own good.”

Feng Yuan whispered into He Ange’s ear, her eyes distant as if reminiscing about a faraway homeland.

She gently stroked his back, soothing him like a hungry baby.

But as He Ange bared his fangs,

Feng Yuan’s tone became more commanding—strictly instructing him on what to do next.

“I... understand...”

Feeling the enticing softness of Feng Yuan’s body,

He Ange was overwhelmed with excitement—his consciousness sinking into her presence.

Unable to resist any longer,

He opened his mouth wide and bit down on her delicate neck.

At first,

His mind went blank—driven purely by primal greed—unable to get enough.

But soon,

Feng Yuan’s hand, which had been gently stroking his back, gripped his neck tightly—without mercy.

——!!!

The intense pain snapped He Ange back to reality. With his spine gripped tightly,

He couldn’t even scream—his muscles tensed in fear—filled with terror and reverence for the phoenix spirit holding him.

Though Feng Yuan’s tone was gentle and her embrace motherly,

Her grip was ruthless—her fingers digging into his flesh as if to rip out his spine.

The searing pain quickly restored He Ange’s rationality—reminding him who he was biting into—a harsh slap for a greedy dog to recognize its lowly status.

Strict discipline breeds filial piety—it seemed.

Breathing heavily,

He Ange dared not bite further—giving Feng Yuan a moment to catch her breath.

She wasn’t angry—just slightly exasperated and sympathetic.

Closing her eyes,

Feng Yuan rested her head on his shoulder, whispering weakly:

“Rebellious disciple, be gentle.”

With that,

She released her grip on his spine.

Both were exhausted—

He Ange drenched in sweat from the pain—feeling as if he had narrowly escaped death.

With the lesson learned,

He Ange became more rational—biting gently on her neck—transferring An Luo Yi’s True Dragon bloodline to Feng Yuan through his fangs.

This was He Ange’s last-ditch plan.

Chen Long had used True Dragon power to distort spatial laws—leaving Feng Yuan struggling. So He Ange thought of reversing the situation by transferring An Luo Yi’s True Dragon bloodline to Feng Yuan.

An Luo Yi was only at the Nascent Soul stage—too weak to utilize the bloodline effectively. But Feng Yuan was a true god—if she could wield the True Dragon bloodline temporarily, she might stand a chance against Chen Long.

But He Ange was just theorizing.

When he actually bit into Feng Yuan,

A dormant desire awakened within him...

It felt like being a vampire—and Feng Yuan was his nurturing mother—a supreme delicacy for him.

It was strange and unsettling—a serious matter.

But for some reason,

Feng Yuan didn’t blame him—instead allowing him to bite her.

Now,

With his fangs embedded in her neck,

He felt an overwhelming sense of comfort—as if he were in a utopia—or back in his mother’s womb...

Feeling drowsy,

He Ange wished he could stay in her embrace forever...

But after just three seconds,

A sharp pain shot through his spine again—

“Hiss! It hurts... it hurts!! Master, I’m sorry—I won’t sleep again!”

This time,

Feng Yuan was gentler—allowing him to cry out. Last time, he couldn’t even make a sound from the pain.

Releasing her grip again,

Her tone remained commanding:

“You can sleep—but don’t think of me as your mother. You weren’t born from my womb—remember that.”

With each patient instruction,

He Ange gradually became more disciplined—like a child afraid of punishment—constantly vigilant against losing control to his bloodline desires.

But soon enough,

He slipped up again—

“Smelling my scent is fine—but don’t drink my blood!”

This time,

Feng Yuan’s voice was stern—filled with anger. Even through their embrace,

He could feel her unprecedented fury.

Gripping his mouth tightly,

She interrogated him—

Cough!

Cough cough!!

He Ange choked painfully—

Her abyssal eyes bore into him:

“How much did you drink? Spit it all out!”

Her grip tightened—

Forcing him to retch—

“——Cough!”

“Is there more?” Her face was cold as ice—biting her lip in frustration.

“No... no more... cough——!!”

“Liar.”

Slap!

Her slap cleared his mind considerably—

His stomach churned as he finally vomited the last bit of blood—gasping for breath like someone who had narrowly escaped death.

Lowering his head—

His face flushed red from the slap—

He dared not meet her gaze—

Unsure why he had acted on such primal urges...

“Come here.”

Her tone softened slightly—but lacked its previous warmth—as if scolding an undisciplined child.

After hitting him,

She felt guilty—seeing the red mark on his face filled her with regret...

Though no longer angry—

He Ange remained fearful—reluctant to return to her embrace—afraid of making another mistake and facing her wrath...

“Good—I’m not mad at you.”

Her voice softened noticeably—

Opening her arms gently—

She called him over for a hug...

But He Ange hesitated—

Shaking his head fearfully—as if traumatized by her earlier punishment...

Honestly,

He found An Luo Yi much easier to deal with—

At least hugging her didn’t come with so many strict rules—and she wouldn’t slap him like Feng Yuan did...

Seeing his reluctance—

Feng Yuan felt a pang of sadness—

Realizing she had hurt his pride with that slap...

Boom!

In the distance—

The sky rumbled with divine energy—

While Feng Yuan and He Ange exchanged bloodlines—

The True Dragon Empress had once again subdued the rampaging He Yan...

At that moment—

Chen Long’s golden eyes locked onto Feng Yuan—

Her imperial aura radiating divine might—

Raising her hand—

She summoned divine radiance once more—unleashing another pillar of dragon power upon Feng Yuan...

But this time—

With He Ange’s transferred True Dragon bloodline—

Feng Yuan easily manipulated spatial laws—forcing open another abyssal portal within the Nine Heavens Glazed Tower...

“Master—I’m late...”

From the portal emerged a pale girl wearing a cloak—

Her lips stretched back towards her ears in an unsettling grin...

Walking slowly—

She arrived just in time to shield Feng Yuan from the Empress’s divine punishment...

Boom!

Facing off against divine punishment—

The girl opened her mouth wide—revealing rows of sharp teeth—as she swallowed the Empress’s divine pillar whole...

Ignoring the girl who devoured divine radiance—

Feng Yuan treated her like a disposable shield...

Turning back to He Ange—

His heart filled with dread at her gaze...

“Rebellious disciple...”

Biting her lip—

Her face showed displeasure at his fear—but she had no time for further scolding...

Though powerful—the girl couldn’t continuously absorb divine attacks from the Empress...

It was time for Spirit Phoenix Sect to retreat...

Without hesitation—

Feng Yuan raised her hand—grabbing He Ange with telekinetic force—and pulling him into her embrace...

With his Nascent Soul-level cultivation—

He Ange couldn’t resist being pulled close—forced to breathe in her scent once more...

“Master—I’m really sorry...”

He whimpered pitifully—still fearful...

Clearly more afraid than respectful towards Feng Yuan now—

As if she were an abusive stepmother...

This angered Feng Yuan—

She had only slapped him once—and now he held a grudge?

Under divine radiance—

Her phoenix eyes softened slightly as she looked at the youth in her arms—with both tenderness and frustration...

“Rebellious disciple—I’ll deal with you at home!”

With that—

She stepped into the abyssal portal with He Ange in tow...

Meanwhile—

The other apostles followed suit—

Yuan Yi binding the weakened An Luo Yi with silver threads—carrying her over her shoulder into the portal...

Before leaving—

Yuan Yi teased:

“It seems your husband prefers Master Feng more~”

“...?”

......

The apostles retreated into the abyssal portal...

Despite all efforts—the True Dragon Empress couldn’t sever spatial barriers under Feng Yuan’s temporary True Dragon bloodline boost...

Chen Long tried unleashing full divine radiance—to destroy the portal—but all attacks were swallowed by the girl named Tun Peng—with an insatiable stomach even Chen Long couldn’t fill quickly enough...

Before leaving—

Feng Yuan gave Chen Long a mocking smile from within the portal...

Veins bulged on Chen Long’s forehead—as she clenched her fists beneath royal robes—with rage boiling over...

The battle between two true gods ended...

Leaving an eerie calm on the battlefield...

After some time—

The Empress took a deep breath—her dragon eyes burning with fury:

“Feng Yuan...”

“You’d better keep your rebellious disciple in check—or I’ll seize any opportunity!”

......