After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 99 - "You Think I’d Even Look at You?"

After the two-day banquet in the capital, He Ange spent another day resting at the An residence before returning to the Shengxu Sect with An Luo Yi.

Once back at the sect, He Ange first reported the details of the family gathering to Qin Shiyan. She listened intently, but when he mentioned Li Zijing, her expression turned cautious. She warned him that Li Zijing was a petty man, likely to seek revenge.

He Ange also inquired about the certification trial for direct disciples. Qin Shiyan didn’t have precise information but hinted that this year’s secret realm would likely be more challenging than previous years, possibly taking place outside the Huaxia Nine Provinces.

Afterward, He Ange visited the Spirit Cultivation Plaza.

Sitting on the steps of the observation platform, he scanned the inner disciples training below, as if searching for someone.

He spotted her—the girl in the cherry-white immortal dress. Today, her hair was tied in a ponytail, and she seemed focused on her training. But unlike the other girls who chatted and laughed, she appeared preoccupied, speaking little.

During the session, a male disciple approached her, gesturing an invitation. She turned him down with a look of disdain, saying something that sent him away with his head hanging low.

Seeing this, the other girls gathered around her, whispering about her cold rejection.

He Ange remained seated under the tree, watching.

But when the session didn’t end, he stood up and decided to approach her directly.

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“Junior Sister Ranyue, you just rejected Ji Jian, who recently advanced to Core Formation. He’s practically a half-step direct disciple!”

“Yeah, did you see his face? He probably thought reaching Core Formation would win Junior Sister Ranyue’s heart.”

“Serves him right! I’ve always found Ji Jian annoying. Ever since he advanced, he’s been strutting around like he owns the place.”

The female disciples whispered among themselves, laughing.

But their chatter stopped abruptly when a white-robed senior sister with her hair tied in a high crown approached.

Seeing her, the girls lowered their heads, not daring to gossip further.

“Xia Ranyue, do you think you’re so clever, playing with people’s hearts?” the senior sister said coldly, her tone icy.

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She crossed her arms, glaring at the younger girl with jealousy and disdain.

The other girls quickly stepped back, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire.

“Senior Sister, why are you angry with me? Are you jealous because you couldn’t get what you wanted?” Xia Ranyue replied calmly, her enchanting eyes narrowing slightly.

Her indifferent attitude only fueled Mo Yuxin’s anger.

Mo Yuxin was a mid-stage Core Formation direct disciple with average talent. She had been stuck at her current level for a long time, struggling to break through.

Recently, she had noticed Ji Jian, an inner disciple with exceptional potential. Despite his youth, he had already reached Core Formation and possessed a high-grade spiritual vein. He was undoubtedly a promising candidate for dual cultivation, which could help her overcome her bottleneck.

If she could win Ji Jian’s favor now, she would not only benefit from his future success but also secure her position as his benefactor and senior sister.

Since Ji Jian’s advancement, Mo Yuxin had been actively pursuing him.

But to her dismay, Ji Jian’s attention remained fixed on his junior sister, Xia Ranyue.

Earlier, Ji Jian had finally mustered the courage to invite Xia Ranyue to train with him in the back mountains.

And once again, she had rejected him.

Not just rejected—she had done so with blatant disdain.

Mo Yuxin couldn’t understand it. She was a direct disciple, and while her looks didn’t match Xia Ranyue’s, she was far from unattractive.

Why was Ji Jian so infatuated with that fox-like Xia Ranyue?

Now, seeing Ji Jian’s dejected state, Mo Yuxin seized the opportunity to assert herself.

“Jealous? Hah... Xia Ranyue, do you think your pretty face makes you untouchable? You’re just a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, yet you think you’re too good for Ji Jian, a Core Formation disciple? Do you really think you’re worthy of him?”

Her words were sharp, dripping with hostility.

Behind her, a group of inner disciples stood, giving the impression of a gang.

A direct disciple confronting an inner disciple was a rare sight, and even those who wanted to intervene hesitated, intimidated by Mo Yuxin’s entourage.

“I don’t like him. It has nothing to do with his cultivation. I simply find him repulsive. That’s all,” Xia Ranyue replied, her tone cold and unwavering.

She exuded a frosty aura, refusing to back down.

Xia Ranyue had been at the Shengxu Sect long enough to establish herself. Without a backbone, she wouldn’t have survived as an inner disciple.

In the past, when male disciples confessed to her, she would handle it diplomatically, smiling as she declined.

But now, she had lost patience for such niceties. Her blunt rejections naturally invited resentment.

“Hah, such arrogance... Do you think having a few admirers makes you invincible? That you can treat everyone with disdain?” Mo Yuxin sneered.

In her eyes, Xia Ranyue was spoiled, her attitude inflated by the attention she received.

Raising her hand, Mo Yuxin’s spiritual energy flared, her mid-stage Core Formation cultivation evident.

“Xia Ranyue, your arrogance and charm rely entirely on your face. Let’s see how proud you are when your beauty is gone.”

With a smirk, Mo Yuxin summoned countless spiritual blades, all aimed at Xia Ranyue’s face.

Seeing this, Xia Ranyue’s heart raced as she stepped back.

In the sect, she couldn’t use her demonic energy, leaving her stuck at Foundation Establishment. She was no match for Mo Yuxin.

And judging by Mo Yuxin’s confidence, she had likely secured the elders’ approval, ensuring no one would intervene.

“What’s wrong? Scared? Where’s your arrogance now?” Mo Yuxin taunted, stepping closer.

Her followers moved to block any interference, isolating Xia Ranyue.

Just as the spiritual blades were about to strike, a white-robed figure appeared behind Mo Yuxin.

“Senior Sister Mo, bullying your junior sister in broad daylight with seven or eight people—don’t you think that’s a bit much?” the figure said.

“?!”

Mo Yuxin’s eyes widened. She tried to unleash her spiritual energy, but a hand pressed against her back, disrupting her meridians.

Turning her head with difficulty, she gritted her teeth.

“He Ange?!”

“Senior Sister Mo, I’m honored that someone as esteemed as you remembers a lowly junior like me,” He Ange said with a smile.

But his left hand remained firmly on her back, his spiritual energy sealing her dantian.

It was almost like a binding spell.

If he could place a restriction on An Luo Yi’s abdomen, he could certainly seal Mo Yuxin’s meridians.

Now, Mo Yuxin was immobilized, unable to cast any spells, completely at his mercy.

“Let me go! Who gave you permission to touch me?!” she demanded, panic creeping into her voice.

He Ange remained calm. “I didn’t expect someone with a new lover every month to care so much about personal boundaries.”

“Stop slandering me!” Mo Yuxin snapped, her face red with anger.

In front of everyone, He Ange had exposed her secrets.

“Is that so?” he said, releasing her and walking toward Xia Ranyue.

Furious, Mo Yuxin tried to attack him again, only to find her meridians still blocked. Forcing her energy only caused pain in her chest.

“He Ange? When did you get back?” Xia Ranyue asked, her eyes lighting up with joy.

Since He Ange and An Luo Yi had left for the capital, Xia Ranyue had been bored and restless. She had no one to confide in, and her training had suffered.

Seeing him now, she instinctively grabbed his arm, hugging it tightly as she took a deep breath, her face showing pure contentment.

“What are you doing?” He Ange asked, startled.

He couldn’t help but feel that Xia Ranyue’s behavior had worsened over the past month.

She clung to him like a cat, inhaling his scent as if it were her lifeline.

“It’s been so long. I just wanted to leave my mark on you... Is that so wrong?” she said, her innocent eyes sparkling, making it impossible for him to scold her.

Her behavior was a stark contrast to her usual demeanor. She seemed far more lively around him.

Meanwhile, the other inner disciples watched in shock.

The cold and aloof Xia Ranyue was now clinging to a man, acting like a playful kitten.

Mo Yuxin, still seething, sneered.

“Hah, so this is the man who’s captured Junior Sister Ranyue’s heart? A mere Foundation Establishment nobody?”

“And what’s it to you? I like him. Is that a problem?” Xia Ranyue shot back, pressing herself closer to He Ange.

Her earlier exhaustion was gone, replaced by a renewed energy. He Ange was like her source of life; without him, she felt aimless and drained.

Her dependence on him was growing. Sometimes, even breathing in his scent wasn’t enough—she wanted to bite him.

“Fine, like him all you want. He’s just a nobody. Do you think I, a direct disciple, would stoop to competing with you over him?”

“Ridiculous.”

Mo Yuxin scoffed, deciding to drop the matter. If Xia Ranyue truly had no interest in Ji Jian, then there was no conflict between them.

Still, she couldn’t resist taking a few jabs at He Ange, hoping to humiliate him publicly.

But Mo Yuxin didn’t expect He Ange to retaliate. When provoked, his temper wasn’t much better than Xia Ranyue’s.

“Senior Sister Mo, you’re absolutely right,” He Ange said, his tone light.

“There are so many direct disciples in the Shengxu Sect. Compared to the beautiful and talented Senior Sister Luo Yi, why would I even look at someone like you?”