After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 66 - "Am I Not Pretty Enough? Do You Have to Smile at Other Women?"

An Luo Yi’s cold demeanor made her difficult to approach, even for someone like Xu Daoyun.

As a Nascent Soul-level immortal attendant, being outright rejected by a junior woman was a serious blow to his pride. No matter how composed he tried to appear, the sting of humiliation was undeniable.

It seemed his plan to corrupt An Luo Yi into submission was doomed to fail.

Xu Daoyun’s thoughts turned icy as he silently fumed.

The atmosphere among the group grew tense.

And then, another figure joined their conversation.

“Ah, so this is where you’ve been, Xu. I’ve been looking for you to discuss a few matters,” said a man with jet-black hair, dressed in luxurious robes.

The moment He Ange saw him, it felt like a bolt of lightning struck his mind, leaving him momentarily stunned.

Wasn’t this... Nightfall, the Holy Son of the Demon Sect?

He was openly walking into the city lord’s mansion now?

Though Nightfall had used a disguise, He Ange recognized him instantly.

He Ange had known that Nightfall held significant sway in Yong’an City, but he hadn’t expected him to be so brazen. The fact that a Holy Son of the Demon Sect could casually mingle with three immortal attendants was something He Ange, a small-time rogue cultivator, could only dream of.

Nightfall truly wasn’t an ordinary villain. His audacity rivaled He Ange’s own knack for unexpected moves.

But more importantly...

While He Ange had used a disguise himself, he couldn’t be sure that Nightfall wouldn’t recognize him.

“Hmm? And who might this be?” Nightfall asked, his gaze sweeping over the group.

“Young Master Ye, this is Brother He Ange, Junior Brother to Fairy Luo Yi,” Xu Daoyun quickly introduced, his tone brimming with enthusiasm.

Nightfall’s attention shifted to He Ange. Ignoring An Luo Yi entirely, he walked past her and stopped in front of He Ange, studying him with great interest.

“So, you’re He Ange? Seeing you reminds me of an old friend, someone I share a deep understanding with,” Nightfall said, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized He Ange’s every expression.

There was something about this boy that reminded him of “He Jun,” the mysterious figure he had dealt with in the black market. But... wasn’t He Jun already under the Abyss Orb’s control?

Yet, despite carrying the Abyss Orb with him, Nightfall sensed no reaction from this “He Ange.”

This meant the boy standing before him hadn’t been corrupted.

And...

He didn’t even look the same. Their names were different too. The resemblance was only in their initial impression.

Was he overthinking things?

Meanwhile, An Luo Yi and the others turned their attention back to He Ange. The “Young Master Ye” before them clearly held a significant position, given how deferential Xu Daoyun was toward him. But for someone of his status to ignore a celestial beauty like An Luo Yi and focus solely on He Ange? That was unusual.

Liu Moqing’s interest in He Ange could be explained—she had seen him duel in the capital and admired his swordsmanship.

But now, another influential figure was showing an inexplicable interest in him.

What was going on?

“You must be mistaken, Young Master Ye,” He Ange replied calmly.

This wasn’t his first time acting in front of Nightfall. Maintaining his composure was second nature by now.

Nightfall stared at him for a long moment, but no matter how he probed He Ange’s spiritual energy, he found no trace of demonic influence.

The boy was just an ordinary immortal cultivator, worlds apart from the Moon Sect’s He Jun.

After all, He Jun was confirmed to be from the Moon Sect. How could he possibly appear in the Shengxu Sect, serving as a junior to someone like An Luo Yi?

It was impossible.

“It seems I was mistaken. My apologies,” Nightfall said, shaking his head and sighing in relief. He had been so paranoid that it was almost laughable.

“Xu, I was hoping to discuss something with you. Shall we move to a quieter spot?” Nightfall adjusted his robes and smiled.

“Of course, Young Master Ye. There’s no need to wait. I’ll accompany you now,” Xu Daoyun replied eagerly.

“Are you not going to continue your conversation?” Nightfall asked, glancing at An Luo Yi and then at Xu Daoyun.

Xu Daoyun hesitated, unable to admit that An Luo Yi had dismissed him outright.

“It’s no trouble. Please, don’t mind me,” An Luo Yi said, her tone indifferent.

Nightfall chuckled, patting Xu Daoyun on the shoulder with a mocking glint in his eyes. “You’re hopeless, Xu.”

Xu Daoyun’s expression darkened, his embarrassment palpable.

Turning back to An Luo Yi, he bowed stiffly. “If you’ll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to.”

…

After Xu Daoyun left, Liu Moqing continued chatting with He Ange.

While she was polite to An Luo Yi, she wasn’t particularly close to her. On the other hand, Liu Moqing had admired He Ange’s swordsmanship since his youth. Meeting him again in person reignited her interest.

As they talked, An Luo Yi sat silently, feeling like an outsider.

Before the banquet, He Ange had promised not to pay attention to other women. But now, with Liu Moqing showing such enthusiasm, it was hard for him not to respond politely.

An Luo Yi was not pleased.

He Ange was here to accompany her, not to chat and laugh with other women.

“Ah... Senior Luo Yi, I just remembered something. Perhaps we should continue our conversation another time,” Liu Moqing said, noticing An Luo Yi’s displeased expression.

It was understandable. If she were in An Luo Yi’s position, she wouldn’t want her companion getting too close to another woman either.

“Since you have other matters, there’s nothing to be done,” An Luo Yi replied, sitting up and giving a polite gesture to see her off.

Liu Moqing offered an awkward smile, her intentions innocent as she prepared to leave.

But just as she turned to go, He Ange called out to her.

“Senior Liu.”

“Hmm?”

Both women turned back, curious about what he wanted to say.

Under their gaze, He Ange hesitated, glancing around the banquet hall. In the end, he couldn’t bring himself to speak.

He had wanted to warn Liu Moqing about Xu Daoyun and the Demon Sect. She seemed like a kind person, and he didn’t want her to fall into their schemes.

But this wasn’t the right time or place.

“It’s nothing. I just wanted to bid you farewell. Until we meet again,” he said awkwardly.

His hesitation and lingering tone only made An Luo Yi’s gaze grow colder.

To her, it sounded like he was saying, “I’d love to talk more, but my jealous senior sister is here. Let’s meet privately next time.”

An Luo Yi wasn’t usually petty, but He Ange’s timing made it hard not to overthink.

Even Liu Moqing felt uneasy under An Luo Yi’s icy stare. Offering a strained smile, she replied, “Take care, Junior Brother He Ange.”

With that, she hurried off, clearly intimidated by An Luo Yi.

He Ange sat back down, still preoccupied with thoughts of the Demon Sect. But before he could dwell on it further, An Luo Yi turned to him, grabbing his face and forcing him to meet her gaze.

“He Ange, am I not pretty enough? Have I not treated you well enough?”

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“Why, then, do you feel the need to smile at other women and get involved with them?”