After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 4 - Senior Sister, I Didnt Disappoint You This Time, Did I?

He Ange might be a bit of a mess, but he’s not completely hopeless.

The reason An Luo Yi thought he was a mess was because he had no spiritual vein. Cultivating seriously was a waste of effort, so he often seemed idle.

But there was no choice; a demonic cultivator without a spiritual vein has a tough time early on—they can only level up by stealing others’ spiritual power, much like ‘big fish eating small fish.’

But as a junior disciple in the Qi Refinement stage, He Ange was at the bottom of the cultivation world’s food chain. Who could he possibly devour?

Lacking the ability, he could only pretend to be a Yang Furnace, fishing for opportunities.

Xia Ranyue was a successful case.

Now, with Xia Ranyue’s spiritual power, He Ange had no problem establishing his Foundation.

And once he succeeded, he’d be ready for the daytime competition!

At least,

He wouldn’t embarrass himself on stage.

…

The Shengxu Sect’s outer sect was quite lively this morning.

The monthly competition was an outer sect tradition. With so many outer disciples, monthly assessments allowed elders to spot promising talents to bring into the inner sect.

For inner disciples, it was just chickens pecking at each other, not worth a glance.

But for outer disciples, it was a crucial opportunity to seize their fate!

“The winner of this round, Wang Qiong!”

Amidst cheers, Wang Qiong raised his arms in triumph.

He first glanced at the many infatuated junior sisters in the audience, then at the elders, and finally at the silver-haired fairy watching silently from the side.

An Luo Yi, a true disciple of the Shengxu Sect!

Not to mention her stunning beauty, her mature figure alone inspired admiration and reverence among all disciples, a distant dream.

And this fairy, she came to watch the outer sect competition every month?

Just her presence fueled the outer disciples with energy and passion.

As the rising star of the outer sect, and this month’s undefeated champion, Wang Qiong felt the same. Who wouldn’t want their goddess to witness their shining moment?

“Next competitor, He Ange.”

The elders announced again.

Hearing the name, Wang Qiong smirked, imagining countless flashy combos against that loser.

After all, He Ange was Wang Qiong’s old rival. Not thoroughly humiliating him would be a disservice to all the hardships Wang Qiong had endured.

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“Where is he? He Ange, where are you?”

“Afraid to get beaten and won’t come on stage? If you don’t want to embarrass yourself, come up and kowtow to me, and maybe I’ll let it slide!”

Seeing his opponent absent, Wang Qiong laughed arrogantly.

On the sidelines, icy traces spread from the fairy’s feet. Looking up, the silver-haired fairy holding a sword was visibly growing colder, her gaze darkening.

The fairy’s mood was terrible, causing the silver phoenix sword in her arms to tremble.

The competition had been going on for a while, yet He Ange was still absent, deeply disappointing An Luo Yi.

And now, the servant on stage kept taunting, his face so despicable that An Luo Yi felt disgusted, wanting to kill the brat with a single strike.

The double provocation was too much.

Raising her sword, she left the competition venue, heading out of the sect alone—

“He Ange, you’d better not reek of smoke and alcohol when you return, or I’ll really cut you down!”

…

When He Ange finished meditating, it was already noon, the sun shining brightly.

He broke through, but unexpectedly, he was late for the morning’s outer sect competition!

No time to adjust to his Foundation Establishment body, He Ange dressed quickly and rushed up Shengxu Mountain.

Soon, at the end of the long staircase, he saw a silver-haired fairy with a sword in her arms, exuding coldness—

They met, eyes locking, and the atmosphere turned icy.

He Ange awkwardly twitched his lips, a thousand explanations running through his mind, but facing his senior sister’s icy, hateful gaze, he dared not speak.

Swish!

The silver sword shot out with incredible speed.

Startled, He Ange tracked the sword’s movement, bending back to dodge just before it pierced his chest.

Boom—

Just an inch away, the silver phoenix sword sliced through the air, grazing He Ange’s face as it flew past.

That was close; didn’t senior sister fear I might really die?

As He Ange sighed in relief, An Luo Yi appeared before him, sword in hand, ready to judge.

The sword’s edge pressed against the boy’s throat, her gaze icy, capable of piercing him at any moment.

“Where were you last night?”

Her voice was cold and disdainful, emphasizing ‘again,’ as if she’d lost hope in He Ange.

Missing the competition was the last straw for An Luo Yi.

She was always a woman with a strong desire to lead.

In the An family in the capital, An Luo Yi was the eldest daughter, and He Ange was her protégé. She relieved him of menial tasks, focusing him on sword practice with her for seven years.

Later, when He Ange joined the Shengxu Sect, it was her father’s recommendation letter that helped.

An Luo Yi always thought He Ange was a sword genius, a kindred spirit, in perfect harmony with her in swordsmanship.

But who could bear to watch a once like-minded childhood friend fall to such a state?

After the secret realm incident, He Ange lost his spiritual vein, and An Luo Yi understood, never blaming him for it.

She just wanted He Ange to try hard and be positive.

Even without a spiritual vein, she’d do everything to help him find a way back to the righteous path. She never gave up…

But what about He Ange?

His current lackadaisical attitude was what disappointed An Luo Yi the most.

Cultivation was ultimately a personal endeavor. No matter how much An Luo Yi wanted to help, if He Ange himself didn’t care, what was the point?

Now, He Ange was even late for the competition. Did he even consider his senior sister anymore?

“Senior Sister, I just went outside to cultivate. I was so focused I lost track of time.”

With the sword at his chin, He Ange smiled awkwardly, explaining.

An Luo Yi listened, watching his smile, tempted to soften and believe him again. But the sudden scent of another woman on him made her gaze fierce once more—

“Cultivate?”

She couldn’t help a self-mocking laugh: “You might as well say you were dual cultivating with some wild woman.”

An Luo Yi admitted, He Ange was undeniably handsome. As a teenage boy, he should have some impure desires.

But before, he spent most of his time with An Luo Yi, at most teasing her playfully, quietly admiring her sword dance.

An Luo Yi never imagined that after neglecting He Ange for a short while, he’d already carry another woman’s scent…?

So, any woman would do?

The more she thought, the angrier she got, wanting to strike He Ange down with her sword.

But she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Saying she’d kill him was just talk.

“No, Senior Sister, you’ve misunderstood. I really was cultivating seriously. If you don’t believe me, look!”

Seeing An Luo Yi’s growing resentment, He Ange hurriedly defended… or rather, explained.

In front of her, he raised his hand, gathering spiritual power, displaying his newly established Foundation cultivation.

For a moment, the overwhelming spiritual energy even made An Luo Yi, a late Core Formation expert, tremble.

This familiar pressure was indeed the strength he should have had!

Regaining her composure, she looked at He Ange again, seeing him smiling brightly at her—

“Senior Sister, I didn’t disappoint you this time, did I?”