After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 61 - "Does It Look Good? I Wore It Just for You"

“If you can’t control yourself at tomorrow’s banquet, I’ll make sure to lock it up tonight!”

In the snowy peak’s spiritual hot spring, the silver-haired fairy pinned the boy beneath her, pressing his hands against the ground as if she were arresting him.

Her beautiful eyes burned with intensity as she glared at him, her possessiveness on full display.

After a moment, An Luo Yi noticed the surprised look in He Ange’s eyes and realized her own outburst.

Indeed, her reaction had been a bit too extreme. But it was his words that had provoked her.

For so many years, He Ange had never mentioned another woman in front of her.

His eyes had always been for her alone. Even when he designed beautiful new outfits, they were always meant for her to wear. Though he had never confessed his feelings outright, his actions spoke volumes:

To He Ange, An Luo Yi was his one and only.

Simply put, he had always been captivated by her.

An Luo Yi had taken this for granted. She had never considered the possibility that He Ange, as a man, might develop feelings for other women. She assumed he wouldn’t.

But deep down, she knew better.

And that was why she had reacted so strongly.

Wasn’t her allure enough for him?

Or did she fail to meet his standards of beauty?

She knew he was drawn to her. While she didn’t always indulge him, she occasionally rewarded him just enough to keep him yearning.

So, he should have remained as devoted as ever.

But today, for the first time, He Ange had expressed interest in other women.

Now that it had happened once...

Who knew what might come next?

“Senior Sister, you’re jealous,” He Ange said, snapping out of his surprise with a sly smile.

An Luo Yi felt her blood pressure spike.

She had wanted to be gentle with him, but He Ange’s playful nature made it impossible. Give him an inch, and he’d take a mile. If he was this bold now, when his cultivation was still lower than hers, who knew how audacious he’d become once he surpassed her?

If his wings grew too strong, wouldn’t he openly ogle other women?

“I... I’m not jealous,” she muttered, turning her face away, her tone tinged with reluctance.

“Alright then,” He Ange said, feigning disappointment.

Seeing his dejected expression, An Luo Yi felt a pang of guilt.

Wait.

Why was he the one looking pitiful now?

Clearing her throat, the silver-haired fairy released He Ange and pinched his soft cheeks, her cold gaze softening slightly.

“In any case, behave yourself at tomorrow’s banquet. Stay by my side and listen to me... Senior Sister won’t treat you poorly.”

“And tonight?” He Ange asked, glancing at the night sky before letting his gaze settle on her. Or rather, on her chest... No, wait, he meant her eyes. Definitely her eyes.

“What, are you planning to misbehave tonight?” An Luo Yi retorted, tightening her grip on his cheeks and stretching his face like a doll.

He Ange could only mumble incoherently in protest.

After some playful banter, he finally settled down.

An Luo Yi finished her bath first. When she returned to her room, she closed the door firmly, signaling that she didn’t want him to follow.

Since He Ange had promised to be a good junior, he didn’t push his luck. He stayed in the hot spring, waiting patiently.

After some time, An Luo Yi emerged.

She was wearing a pure white qipao with blue porcelain patterns. Approaching He Ange, she twirled slightly, holding the hem of her dress to keep it from revealing too much.

He Ange noticed that the qipao’s slit was quite high. If she hadn’t been holding it, her spin would have left little to the imagination.

Caught off guard, he stared for a moment before An Luo Yi’s soft voice broke the silence.

“Does it look good?”

“It looks... amazing,” He Ange murmured, quickly averting his gaze. “But, Senior Sister, you forgot to tie the sash at your waist.”

“I didn’t forget,” she replied calmly.

Stepping closer, she gently tilted his head to face her, ensuring he looked directly at her eyes—and at the high-slit qipao.

“Just for tonight, I’m wearing this for you.”

…

…

The Mid-Autumn Festival was one of the biggest annual events in Yong’an City.

On the eve of the festival, two men stood on the rooftop of the city lord’s mansion.

The man on the left had a clean, seasoned face and wore luxurious, noble attire. He was Li Jianyuan, the city lord of Yong’an City.

The man on the right had an ethereal presence, dressed simply yet exuding a hidden spiritual aura. He was Xu Daoyun, one of the imperial cultivators guarding the Abyss Spirit Hall.

“Lord Li, it’s been a while,” Xu Daoyun said with a faint smile.

“I’ve grown old, but you still look as young as ever,” Li Jianyuan replied, turning to face him.

“Lord Li, have you given any more thought to our previous discussion?” Xu Daoyun asked, his tone measured.

“I still think... it’s unwise,” Li Jianyuan said hesitantly.

“What’s unwise about it? Your daughter suffers from an incurable condition. The Ancient Abyss Spirit Orb might be her only hope,” Xu Daoyun said, shaking his head. “Lord Li, I’m only thinking of your daughter’s well-being. Surely, you don’t want her to remain a comatose shell, robbed of her spiritual veins by those vile rogue cultivators?”

“I...” Li Jianyuan faltered, his expression conflicted.

Yong’an City was a vital stronghold entrusted to him by the Dragon Empress herself. The Abyss Spirit Hall, located within the city, was protected by three keys. At least two were required to access the Abyss Spirit Orb.

Xu Daoyun held one key, and Li Jianyuan held another.

If Li Jianyuan turned a blind eye, they could secretly use the orb without anyone knowing.

But the risks were immense. If the Empress discovered their actions, both men would face dire consequences.

This was why Li Jianyuan hesitated.

To be honest, he suspected Xu Daoyun of colluding with the Demon Sect.

But he couldn’t say it aloud.

If he reported Xu Daoyun to the Empress, the imperial cultivator would undoubtedly be executed.

And without Xu Daoyun, who would save his daughter?

Years ago, Li Jianyuan’s daughter had been a prodigy, praised even by the Shengxu Sect’s sect master. But during an outing, she had fallen victim to rogue cultivators, who stole her spiritual veins and poisoned her. She had been in a coma ever since.

Li Jianyuan was filled with regret.

As the city lord of Yong’an City, he had defended the empire’s borders. Yet, in his twilight years, he couldn’t even protect his only child.

The Abyss Spirit Orb was his last hope.

What father wouldn’t cling to even the slimmest chance of saving his child?

Xu Daoyun, aware of Li Jianyuan’s desperation, pressed on. “Lord Li, I’ve heard that the Shengxu Sect plans to send their direct disciple, An Luo Yi, to assist in guarding the Abyss Spirit Hall. If the Empress approves, there will be four keys instead of three. At that point, I can’t guarantee your daughter will have access to the orb.”

“An Luo Yi...” Li Jianyuan sighed deeply.

No wonder the Shengxu Sect had sent An Luo Yi to attend the banquet. It was all part of a plan to strengthen the hall’s defenses.

Time was running out.

“Before I agree to anything, Xu Daoyun, I need to know who you’re working for!” Li Jianyuan demanded, his voice trembling with both fear and determination.

Xu Daoyun’s expression darkened.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator, he was a figure of immense power, akin to an elder in any sect. To be questioned by a mere mortal like Li Jianyuan was an insult.

Before Xu Daoyun could unleash his fury, a black-robed man with a regal presence stepped out from the shadows.

“Xu, why waste time talking to this old fool? Let me handle it,” the man said, pulling out a chaotic, ominous orb.

Li Jianyuan’s face turned pale.

He recognized both the man and the orb, but it was too late.

“Guards! There’s a demon—!” he began to shout.

Before he could finish, the Abyss Orb engulfed him, invading his consciousness and altering his memories.

“Well done, Your Highness,” Xu Daoyun said, kneeling respectfully before Nightfall.

Nightfall smirked, lifting the unconscious Li Jianyuan by the neck. “Old fool. Did I forget to mention? I’m the one who took your daughter’s spiritual veins.”

“Brilliant as always, Your Highness! The old man still thinks rogue cultivators were to blame,” Xu Daoyun said with a wicked grin.

Nightfall chuckled. “Rogue cultivators—always the perfect scapegoats.”

“Indeed,” Xu Daoyun agreed, though his expression grew serious. “Your Highness, the Shengxu Sect’s decision to send An Luo Yi suggests they’re onto us. She’s said to be a once-in-a-century prodigy.”

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“So what? That old fool’s daughter was called a prodigy too, and I still took her spiritual veins,” Nightfall said dismissively.

“But An Luo Yi is on a completely different level,” Xu Daoyun warned.

“With the Abyss Orb, what’s there to fear? If she dares to come, I’ll corrupt her into submission,” Nightfall sneered.

“Even so, I suggest we proceed with our plans sooner rather than later,” Xu Daoyun urged.

…

Meanwhile, Xia Ranyue had been diligently cultivating.

She had reached the peak of Qi Refinement and now faced two paths to advance to Foundation Establishment.

One was the righteous path—dual cultivation with a human to absorb their spiritual energy.

The other was the demonic path—sacrificing a human heart.

If He Ange couldn’t fulfill her dual cultivation needs, Xia Ranyue figured she could always carve out the heart of that despicable trafficker, Cao Dao.

After all, she hated him with every fiber of her being. Killing him was only a matter of time.

Once she reached Foundation Establishment, she’d be strong enough to hunt down He Ange and drain him dry.

It wasn’t a bad plan.

But...

“I’ll wait until the chaos in Yong’an City begins to kill Cao Dao.”

“In the midst of the turmoil, it’ll be easier to pin the blame on the Demon Sect.”