After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 3 - If You Dont Cultivate Properly, Senior Sister Will Kill You

“You! Are you crazy?”

“If those Six Doors bastards discover my fox clan bloodline, I’m finished! I might be captured for inhumane experiments!”

Hearing He Ange’s threat to report her, Xia Ranyue was visibly agitated, clutching He Ange to stop him from leaving.

But soon, it seemed she decided to break the pot, glaring fiercely at He Ange:

“He Ange, I’m telling you!”

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“If I get caught, I’ll be the first to rat you out! We’ll rot in the dungeon together!”

“Just kidding.”

He Ange chuckled awkwardly, no longer provoking Xia Ranyue.

But jokes aside, it was really time for him to leave.

If he didn’t go now…

He might not be able to leave at all.

“Don’t worry, I won’t report you.”

“Senior Sister has been so kind, giving me all the spiritual power she worked hard to cultivate. How could I let the court capture such a good Senior Sister?”

He gently caressed her face, speaking warmly and sincerely.

“Really?”

Xia Ranyue watched him cautiously, afraid her mischievous junior brother might deceive her again.

“Of course.”

He Ange nodded.

Finally, the girl sighed in relief. Her grip on He Ange’s sleeve loosened as her tension eased.

Taking this chance, He Ange naturally walked to the door, waving goodbye:

“Then, Senior Sister Ranyue, until we meet again?”

“Get, get lost! Who’d want to see you again…”

Bang.

The inn’s door closed, and He Ange really ‘got lost.’

In the quiet night, Xia Ranyue sat alone on the bed, reflecting on the night’s events. Her face flushed, then she angrily pounded the pillow, finally swallowing her frustration.

Every time she recalled He Ange’s threats, Xia Ranyue felt a deep-seated fear, her body still trembling uncontrollably.

But thinking carefully, how much of what he said was true?

In the end, even if he had some tricks and tactics, he was just a demonic cultivator in the Qi Refinement stage, not even at Foundation Establishment.

Each of Xia Ranyue’s subordinates had cultivation at the late Foundation Establishment stage!

With this in mind, Xia Ranyue raised an eyebrow, finding the situation increasingly unreasonable.

“In the end, what am I afraid of him for?”

“I’m a descendant of the nine-tailed family. When I become an immortal, what man in the world won’t kneel at my feet?”

“Besides, even if he tries to bully me, my fox clan subordinates will arrive soon, and he’ll get what’s coming to him!”

Wait a minute.

My subordinates?

Suddenly, Xia Ranyue seemed to awaken from a dream, remembering something extremely important.

Boom—!

The inn’s door was blasted open.

Simultaneously, several women in tight black outfits burst in, armed with throwing knives and daggers, yet the enemy was nowhere in sight.

Soon, when they met Xia Ranyue’s gaze from the bed, wrapped in a blanket, the atmosphere quieted down.

“This…”

“Miss, you hadn’t sent any word. We thought something had happened to you.”

The lead fox clan assassin stepped forward, kneeling on one knee.

Xia Ranyue glanced at her, then at the other assassins behind her, her cheek twitching. Recalling her recent humiliation, her anger flared—

“You’re right, something did happen to me.”

“What—? Was it that scoundrel He Ange?!”

“Yes, he took advantage of me, drained all my cultivation and spiritual power, then smiled and greeted me, walking away openly.”

Her voice was icy, tinged with self-mocking laughter, her gaze cold and emotionless as she looked at the fox clan dark descendants.

Her subordinates knelt in apology.

“Miss, we’ll take care of him tonight, avenge you!”

“No!”

The lead assassin’s suggestion was immediately rejected by Xia Ranyue.

After a moment, she noticed everyone’s surprised looks and bit her lip, turning her gaze away, awkwardly explaining:

“He… he has something on me. If he dies, my situation might be exposed to the major sects tomorrow.”

“Something on you?”

Her subordinates voiced their confusion.

Simultaneously, Xia Ranyue recalled the recording stone’s footage, her cheeks flushing with shame. It was her precious first time!

“He Ange…”

“If you dare show that stupid stone to anyone, I’ll kill you! A thousand times!”

The more she thought, the angrier she got, gritting her teeth in a low growl.

This scene made her subordinates break into a cold sweat. They had secretly protected her since she was seven, yet never seen their second miss so ashamed and angry.

So—

What exactly did that brat He Ange do to their miss?

…

5 a.m., Yong’an City’s alley.

Just after leaving the inn, He Ange casually tossed the stone he carried to the roadside.

Recording stone?

Just a piece of junk to fool kids.

He Ange was dirt poor, always mooching meals from the Shengxu Sect’s cafeteria. How could he afford an expensive recording stone?

Leaving Yong’an City overnight, He Ange arrived at a forest path.

Ahead lay Shengxu Mountain, home to the Shengxu Sect, and at its foot was He Ange’s ‘secret base.’

Calling it a secret base was an exaggeration; it was merely a hidden cave.

Entering the cave, He Ange tapped his chest, dispelling his usual illusion disguise—the Nine Heavens Mysterious Yang Body.

Indeed, the Yang Furnace constitution was fake too.

As a demonic cultivator without a spiritual vein, stealing others’ spiritual power was He Ange’s only effective way to level up.

But He Ange was weak; he didn’t dare provoke righteous cultivators, only targeting young demons and monsters—after all, stealing their spiritual power in the righteous sects left them with no recourse.

This strategy had never failed He Ange.

Fishing required choosing the right pond, setting the right bait, gradually attracting more fish…

In this light, the Yang Furnace constitution, often targeted by villains, was perfect bait.

Hard work paid off.

That night, He Ange lay on the street as usual, finally catching the big fish, Xia Ranyue.

“Woohoo~”

“This time, breaking through to Foundation Establishment is promising.”

Stretching lazily, He Ange felt a bit tired.

His night owl + lazy dog habits told him it was time to reward himself with a nap until noon.

But just as he closed his eyes, a silver-haired fairy’s face appeared in his mind.

In his dream, the fairy had long silver hair, a stunning beauty, breathtaking, with an ethereal aura, often wearing black silk and ink-white fairy dresses.

Her sword dance was beautiful, as graceful as her sword, like a silver phoenix dancing…

Of course, the black silk felt very smooth.

The fairy sister was perfect, except for the way she looked at He Ange, filled with extreme disappointment and cold disdain!

Especially when she found He Ange lying drunk on the street, glaring at him like trash, before turning away in utter disappointment…

[He Ange, if you continue to waste away like this, I’ll personally cut you down! To spare you from living like a walking corpse, disrupting my Dao heart.]

In his mind, her last words echoed.

“No, no!!”

“If I keep lying down, Senior Sister will really kill me!”

Startled awake from the dream, He Ange broke into a cold sweat, quickly sitting up to meditate and cultivate.

This morning, the Shengxu Sect was holding its monthly outer sect competition.

Though not a grand tournament, He Ange knew that every month, Senior Sister Luo Yi would come from the sect’s holy land to watch the outer sect.

In every past competition, He Ange had basically gone on stage to embarrass himself, getting shown up by opponents in various flashy ways… and ultimately losing miserably.

As a senior sister, Luo Yi was always filled with disappointment, eventually choosing to ignore He Ange when they crossed paths.

She didn’t want to pressure He Ange, didn’t want to force him, didn’t want him to dislike her…

But time waits for no one.

In a year or so, Luo Yi would complete her Core Formation, transforming, officially becoming a Nascent Soul True Immortal of the Shengxu Sect.

By then, if He Ange remained an ordinary outer sect disciple…

He’d never have the chance to meet Luo Yi again in this lifetime.

An immortal and a mortal, destined to have no fate.

…

[Luo Yi, you are the child of destiny, destined to ascend and save the world… Your Dao heart must not be disturbed!]

[Matters destined to have no fate, best to sever them early.]

Under the moonlight, Luo Yi practiced her sword dance alone, her mind repeating the sect master’s and her own advice, yet her heart remained restless.

She thought, I’ll wait for him one last year.

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