After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 51 - Slamming the Table! I Quit!

He Ange had closed his shop early the previous night, giving him just enough time to catch up on some much-needed sleep after returning to the sect.

The next morning, after waking up, he went about his usual routine of getting dressed and washing up. It wasn’t until he looked in the mirror, mid-face wash, that he realized there was a sleepy fox girl standing beside him.

Wait. Why was there a fox maid in his house?

Was he still dreaming?

He Ange pinched his cheek, feeling the sharp sting of pain. No, this wasn’t a dream. The sleepy fox girl brushing her teeth next to him was very real.

“What’s with that look? You’re the one who said it was too late last night and told me to stay over,” Xia Ranyue said nonchalantly.

She acted as if it were the most normal thing in the world, casually staying at He Ange’s place. She even had her own toothbrush and cup, brushing her teeth side by side with him as if they were a married couple.

“Did I really say that?”

“Yeah. You said the female dorms were crowded, and since you live all alone in this remote place, it’d be less of a hassle for me to stay here.”

“Oh, I see.”

Her tone was so casual, and He Ange, still groggy from sleep, accepted her explanation without question.

But time was ticking, and He Ange had to get to his swordsmanship class.

Today’s class was being led by none other than An Luo Yi, his senior sister.

He had promised her that he would perform well, and if he were late, he’d surely face her wrath.

“Hey, wait a second!” Xia Ranyue called out just as he was about to leave.

He turned around to see her standing on tiptoe, reaching for his collar. She plucked a few strands of orange-red fur from his shirt and brushed them away.

“Alright, you’re good to go now,” she said.

“Uh... thanks,” he replied, blinking in confusion before heading out the door with his sword.

But as he walked, something didn’t sit right with him.

Come to think of it...

Wasn’t the tail accessory she wore last night supposed to be white?

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So why were there orange-red hairs on his clothes?

“Huh. Weird.”

…

Swordsmanship Plaza.

Today’s class was led by the silver-haired fairy, An Luo Yi.

After the elder finished explaining the lesson, An Luo Yi called He Ange up to spar with her. This time, there was no interference from Wang Yuan, and she didn’t single him out. Everything proceeded as smoothly as their usual training sessions.

It was intense, elegant, and breathtaking.

Yet, there wasn’t a single mistake. Everything was perfectly in sync.

He Ange flawlessly countered all of An Luo Yi’s sword techniques. Occasionally, he even managed to break through her defenses, his Silver Phoenix Sword nearly grazing her flawless face. Of course, she easily countered in the end, and neither of them sustained any injuries.

Their sparring session ended with a round of applause from the audience.

An Luo Yi looked at the white-robed boy who bowed respectfully to her. Her beautiful eyes softened with approval, and she returned the gesture with a nod, acknowledging his skill.

To be honest, as He Ange stood there, basking in the applause, he couldn’t help but feel that everything was going too smoothly today.

It was almost like...

A dream.

At home, he had an adorable fox maid. In class, his beautiful senior sister praised him. Even his fellow disciples clapped for him, showing their recognition.

Everything was orderly and reasonable, yet it all felt so out of character for his usual chaotic life.

When had he become such a winner in life?

“He Ange, want to go to the cafeteria together?” Xu Xin asked as they walked away from the plaza.

He nodded, not refusing her invitation.

For once, the day seemed peaceful. He Ange decided to enjoy the moment and cherish the calm.

But his good fortune didn’t last long...

Not long after class ended, He Ange and Xu Xin ran into a certain black-dressed fairy.

Today, Qin Shiyan was as striking as ever, her phoenix-like brows sharp and her black dress and stockings exuding her usual regal aura.

She sat alone in a pavilion by the roadside, idly playing with a strand of her hair. But she herself was the most captivating sight on the path, drawing the respectful gazes of every passing disciple.

But that was just the illusion.

As the disciples approached, they quickly realized that Qin Shiyan was in a foul mood. Her oppressive aura made everyone tense up, straightening their backs and nervously greeting her as they passed.

Qin Shiyan barely acknowledged them, nodding indifferently.

Her focus was elsewhere.

She was waiting for someone.

And that someone was about to arrive.

When Xu Xin and He Ange came into view, Qin Shiyan’s sharp eyes locked onto them, her gaze becoming even more intense.

“Hey, isn’t that Master?” Xu Xin exclaimed, her curiosity piqued.

But beside her, He Ange felt like he was walking into a lion’s den. Unlike Xu Xin, he could sense the icy tension in the air. A quick glance confirmed his suspicions—Qin Shiyan was staring directly at him.

A sense of foreboding washed over him.

No wonder today had gone so smoothly. It was the calm before the storm.

With Qin Shiyan sitting squarely in their path to the cafeteria, there was no avoiding her.

He had no choice but to face her head-on.

“Good afternoon, Master,” He Ange greeted her politely as he approached the pavilion.

Qin Shiyan stared at him for a long moment before acknowledging Xu Xin’s greeting with a nod.

“He Ange, the food at Shiyun Pavilion is still warm. Why not join me for a drink?” she said, leaning forward slightly, her tone unusually gentle.

Her sudden warmth and invitation immediately put He Ange on edge.

Qin Shiyan wasn’t the type to invite her disciples over for a casual meal.

If she was inviting him, it could only mean one thing: trouble.

“Master, what about me? He Ange and I were supposed to have lunch together today!” Xu Xin protested, pouting.

Qin Shiyan glanced at her, then at He Ange, before sighing.

“Xu Xin, you’re still young, and a young lady like you shouldn’t be drinking with your master.”

As she spoke, He Ange frantically signaled to Xu Xin with his eyes, silently begging her not to leave him alone.

But Xu Xin, oblivious to his plight, relented.

“Alright, fine. But you owe me a meal later!” she said cheerfully before skipping away.

“?”

He Ange was dumbfounded. Xu Xin had sold him out for a single meal?

With Xu Xin gone, the pavilion was left with just He Ange and Qin Shiyan.

The black-dressed fairy leaned back on the bench, studying him intently, as if trying to read his thoughts.

Under her gaze, He Ange felt like a mouse under a tiger’s watchful eye. He didn’t dare move.

“Come on, let’s head back to Shiyun Pavilion. I’ll make sure you’re well-fed,” Qin Shiyan said with a smile.

She found his nervous expression adorable.

If he had nothing to hide, why would he be so uneasy in her presence?

He Ange was clearly a boy with secrets.

…

He Ange’s peaceful day came to an abrupt end the moment he encountered Qin Shiyan.

He had been looking forward to lunch with Xu Xin, maybe even taking a nap afterward or visiting An Luo Yi to flirt a little.

But all of that was gone now.

Qin Shiyan had dragged him back to Shiyun Pavilion.

As he sat there, wondering what she had planned for him, two young attendants brought out a table full of delicious dishes.

At least the food was better than the cafeteria’s.

“Why aren’t you eating? Is it not to your taste?” Qin Shiyan asked, noticing his hesitation.

“Master... can we just get to the point? This is making me too anxious to eat,” he admitted.

Qin Shiyan set down her chopsticks, her phoenix-like eyes narrowing as she fixed him with a piercing gaze.

“Tell me the truth. Did you cause trouble last night?” she asked, her tone icy.

The atmosphere in the pavilion grew cold.

Being stared down by a Nascent Soul cultivator was far more nerve-wracking than facing the Demon Sect’s Holy Son.

He Ange took a deep breath, feeling cornered.

“Master, how do you even know about that?”

“Do you think a sect elder wouldn’t have her sources?” she replied, crossing her arms.

Her tone wasn’t as cold as before, but her eyes remained sharp, as if trying to uncover all his secrets.

He Ange wasn’t stupid. He knew she must have heard about what happened last night.

But how much did she know?

“That Cao Dao, the official from Yong’an City, returned to the office this morning looking disheveled, with his arm dislocated. That was your doing, wasn’t it?” she asked, her tone laced with amusement.

Her phoenix-like eyes sparkled with interest, as if she found the situation amusing.

He Ange, however, felt a heavy weight on his shoulders. He couldn’t tell if she was angry or not.

At the very least...

Her information was accurate.

Last night, He Ange had pinned Cao Dao to the ground, twisting his arm until it popped. Clearly, the man had gone back in a sorry state.

But Cao Dao wasn’t just anyone. He was a high-ranking official in Yong’an City, with ties to the Demon Sect. Even the Demon Sect’s Holy Son had intervened to protect him.

He Ange hadn’t expected the first person to confront him about it to be his own master, Qin Shiyan.

Surely she wasn’t on Cao Dao’s side?

If that were the case, then the world was truly rotten.

Frustrated, He Ange slammed his hand on the table.

“Master, just get to the point. If you’re here to punish me on behalf of that dog Cao Dao, then let’s get it over with! I admit my guilt, alright?”