After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 5 - Even If Hes a Loser, Only I Can Call Him That

“Senior Sister, I didn’t disappoint you this time, did I?” He Ange said proudly.

Though he’s down on his luck now, he was once a prodigy, and he still has some confidence in front of An Luo Yi.

Senior Sister might be cold and fierce, but He Ange knows he’s not afraid.

“You… actually reached Foundation Establishment?”

Surprised by his sudden improvement, An Luo Yi’s icy gaze softened, feeling relieved. She instinctively wanted to praise He Ange but didn’t want him to get too cocky.

So, An Luo Yi didn’t show too much joy, merely sheathing her Silver Phoenix Sword, curiously studying He Ange’s face:

“I’ve given you so many methods over the past year, all with little effect… But now, you’ve reached Foundation Establishment overnight?”

“He Ange, how did you manage it?”

As she asked, An Luo Yi’s cold eyes softened, her previous anger at his tardiness forgotten.

He Ange pondered for a moment before answering:

“Actually, Senior Sister, you were right… To be honest, last night, Senior Sister Ranyue helped me cultivate. She used her inner power to guide mine, assisting in my Foundation Establishment.”

He spoke earnestly, showing no signs of deceit.

So much so that An Luo Yi believed him.

“Junior Sister Ranyue? She was kind enough to help you?”

Thinking of the energetic junior sister who often approached He Ange, the fairy’s expression grew complex.

Xia Ranyue was a complex inner disciple, naturally seductive, adept at winning men’s hearts. Many senior and junior brothers in the Shengxu Sect followed her like puppies, currying favor.

Recently, Xia Ranyue frequently sought out He Ange, and An Luo Yi, suspecting ulterior motives, privately warned her.

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But she actually helped He Ange establish his Foundation?

Could she have misunderstood Junior Sister Ranyue?

Just as An Luo Yi was about to inquire further, He Ange’s distracted gaze alerted her to an uninvited guest behind her.

“He Ange, you have the nerve to come back?”

Within the sect, several male cultivators emerged, eyes fixed on He Ange, who was facing An Luo Yi, their smiles unfriendly.

Tension crackled in the air.

Among them, an inner disciple in robes stepped forward, glancing at He Ange before turning to An Luo Yi:

“Really, Senior Sister An, you’re a true disciple. Why bother with a loser too scared to compete?”

As he spoke, several followers descended the steps, rubbing their hands as they approached He Ange.

“Yeah, Senior Brother Wang Qiong is right!”

“A useless loser like him isn’t worth dirtying your hands, Senior Sister. Let us handle him.”

Seeing his followers surround He Ange, Wang Qiong’s expression grew smug.

Three years ago, he was the young master of the Li family in the capital.

Back then, during a ‘Youth Swordsmanship Exchange’ competition, fifteen-year-old Wang Qiong had sparred with He Ange several times.

At that time, An Luo Yi was He Ange’s backer. With her in the audience, He Ange was cocky, not giving Wang Qiong, the young master, any respect, humiliating him on stage.

This indirectly led to He Ange entering the cultivation path before Wang Qiong.

But now, Wang Qiong had also joined the Shengxu Sect.

Moreover, in just two months, he won consecutive victories in the monthly competition, earning the elders’ recognition and advancing from the outer to the inner sect!

Far superior to He Ange, the perpetual outer sect loser!

Everyone knew that even An Luo Yi, who once supported He Ange, now regarded him coldly.

With no backing, this was Wang Qiong’s perfect chance for revenge!

“He Ange, did you think avoiding the competition would save you from being my punching bag?”

“Remember how you humiliated me, trampling me underfoot? Did you think skipping the competition would let you escape me?”

Wang Qiong laughed heartily, descending the steps.

Meanwhile, his followers chuckled, surrounding He Ange, ready to take action.

“……”

Outnumbered, He Ange’s gaze remained cold, his left hand resting on his sword hilt.

But just before he could act, the air suddenly chilled, snow winds howling, as the Silver Phoenix Sword flashed from An Luo Yi’s arms, encircling He Ange in a frosty sword aura.

Swish—!

The silver sword flashed past, returning to An Luo Yi’s embrace.

Moments later, the disciples surrounding He Ange fell to their knees, turning into ice sculptures.

“……?”

The snow wind and sword aura vanished, leaving even Wang Qiong and He Ange stunned.

Gulp…

Witnessing the icy scene, He Ange realized that Senior Sister had truly held back earlier, allowing him to dodge her sword.

At the top of the steps, Wang Qiong met An Luo Yi’s gaze, his shock contrasting with her indifference.

“Senior Sister An…? What are you doing?”

As the young master of the Wang family in the capital, Wang Qiong hadn’t been in the Shengxu Sect long, but his family connections had garnered him many followers.

Yet An Luo Yi’s single sword strike had cost him eight followers!

Moreover, they only targeted He Ange, never intending to offend An Luo Yi!

“These so-called disciples of yours are nothing but thugs who burn, kill, and plunder at the foot of the mountain. Teaching them a lesson is merely helping the Enforcement Court eliminate evil, upholding our sect’s righteous path.”

Surrounded by human ice sculptures, An Luo Yi stood among them, her tone calm and righteous.

Even after killing Wang Qiong’s followers, the fairy seemed unsatisfied.

He Ange was hers; she could call him a loser, but no one else could. Especially not those unworthy individuals who dared to humiliate him.

Had Wang Qiong been closer, An Luo Yi would have taken him down too.

“You!”

Wang Qiong was speechless with rage.

An Luo Yi calling them thugs wasn’t entirely wrong, but ‘burn, kill, and plunder’ was an exaggeration!

“We’re still righteous disciples, An Luo Yi! Don’t slander us!”

“If you’re unhappy, go complain to the sect master.”

Everyone knew An Luo Yi was a true disciple under the sect master.

Complaining to the sect master? The judge was her teacher; what chance did Wang Qiong have?

“An Luo Yi!! Even if you’re a true disciple, you’re going too far!!”

“Is that so.”

The silver-haired fairy raised an eyebrow, her gaze so cold it nearly made Wang Qiong kneel.

Instantly, Wang Qiong’s eyes cleared.

Fear gripped him, and he dared not meet An Luo Yi’s gaze, turning to flee in disgrace.

As long as the green hills remain, there’s no fear of running out of firewood!

Though An Luo Yi was an unattainable true disciple, Wang Qiong had achieved a perfect record in the outer sect competition, securing his promotion to the inner sect.

With such a promising future, he wouldn’t risk it by provoking An Luo Yi and losing everything.

“Wang Qiong, after all these years, you’re still the same…”

He hadn’t run far when He Ange’s voice reached him.

Wang Qiong froze.

Turning back, he saw the white-robed youth with sword-like brows emerging from behind his senior sister, stepping over the icy corpses, smiling as he approached Wang Qiong.

With each step, Wang Qiong’s gaze grew wary.

“The same as before? What do you mean?”

“Back then, when we sparred in the capital, didn’t you also flee in disgrace?”

Wang Qiong never expected He Ange to mock him so openly.

An Luo Yi was a true disciple, entitled to arrogance, but who was He Ange to dare?

“He Ange, you’re just asking for trouble.”

Wang Qiong’s face darkened, turning to glare at He Ange.

Yet He Ange maintained a slight smile, his demeanor naturally taunting.

This only infuriated Wang Qiong further:

“He Ange, the only reason you can stand before me is because that woman shields you. Don’t think you’re anything special.”

As he spoke, Wang Qiong deliberately moved beside He Ange, lowering his voice, his gaze cold and dark.

Seeing him take the bait, He Ange nodded in satisfaction, smiling:

“If you’re dissatisfied, why not face me in a fair competition?”

“I’d love to crush you!”

Wang Qiong turned away, disappointed: “But since you skipped the competition, it’s over now.”

“No problem!”

“The competitors haven’t left. If you’re not afraid, we can ask the elders for a rematch!”

With perfect timing, He Ange gave Wang Qiong a mischievous smile.

For a moment, Wang Qiong stared into He Ange’s eyes, feeling trapped.

He wasn’t stupid.

The inner sect spot was hard-won after several rounds. Competing again posed unnecessary risks.

“He Ange, I don’t know where you get your confidence, but don’t take me for a fool… Who are you? Why should I compete with you?”

Wang Qiong sneered, rolling his eyes at He Ange before leaving.

But he didn’t get far—

“Because the Senior Sister you’ve always admired spent last night with me.”