After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 158 - "Not Good, Its an Abyss Apostle!!!"

When the silver-haired fairy in the golden dragon robe stood before the crowd, the elders felt a shiver of fear.

However,

It was only a slight sense of reverence and hesitation.

This kind of awe was similar to when He Ange had emerged from Illusion Moon Valley. Although he was alone and weak, no other sect disciples dared to provoke him.

But this aura only intimidated the young cultivators. For these high-ranking, experienced sect elders, it was ineffective.

These elders had lived for centuries, some even millennia. What grand scenes had they not witnessed?

Many of them had even served as celestial servants in the Dragon Dynasty, having experienced the Empress’s Dragon Might firsthand. Even if the chosen one stood alone, she couldn’t overpower the numerous elders.

“Fairy Luo Yi, you seem to have misunderstood something.”

“We elders are merely seeking justice for our fallen disciples. How does this violate the Dragon Dynasty’s laws?”

The leading Divine Transformation elder stroked his long beard, speaking calmly.

Meanwhile, several Heavenly Sword Sect elders sneered:

“Fairy Luo Yi, it seems you’re overly nervous.”

“We just want He Ange to give an explanation. Where’s the punishment in that? Have you seen us lay a hand on him?”

“Do you think we, the elders of various sects, are unreasonable brutes?”

Their words were reasonable, even carrying a hint of indignation at being wronged.

But their underlying intent was clear: legal extortion.

These sect elders were acting like the “hunters” in the secret realm, finding someone to extort, framing murder and robbery as legitimate competition for resources, blurring the lines of the Dragon Dynasty’s laws.

“Shameless…”

An Luo Yi faced them, biting her lip, her cold eyes filled with anger and killing intent.

She was never one for many words.

If she had the cultivation of a Divine Transformation stage, she would have already drawn her sword and beheaded the enemy leader—killing those who opposed her would resolve the conflict.

At this moment,

An Luo Yi’s patience was wearing thin.

The fairy narrowed her dragon eyes, spinning her silver sword, pointing it at the elders, ready for a fight.

But the elders were no pushovers.

Both sides stood firm, the atmosphere tense, ready to erupt into battle.

At the critical moment,

The white-robed youth stepped forward from behind the fairy.

As he passed by, He Ange discreetly grasped his senior sister’s sword-wielding hand. His smile calmed the silver-haired sword fairy, her anger dissipating.

An Luo Yi wasn’t easily appeased.

She had been stubborn and quick-tempered.

As a child, she often resolved conflicts with force, knowing it wasn’t a good habit, but understanding that raw power ruled the world.

For the chosen one, constant training and challenging stronger opponents was a fixed path.

She was destined for endless conflicts.

Fortunately,

He Ange’s presence brought warmth and comfort to her cold heart.

From childhood, whenever An Luo Yi was angry, He Ange always calmed her, saving her from unnecessary trouble and softening her heart. She had even learned to smile.

For An Luo Yi,

He Ange was the only one who could soothe her emotions.

Or rather, she only wanted to be comforted by him.

“To the esteemed elders, if we are to discuss this rationally, I genuinely don’t know what crime I’ve committed. Perhaps the elders could list my offenses?”

The white-robed youth stepped forward.

He raised an eyebrow, standing tall and confident, speaking righteously.

Hearing this, the elders were furious:

“He Ange! You entered the Abyssal Hall with Jue Wuqing and others, yet only you and your companions survived. Isn’t it obvious you murdered and robbed them?”

As they spoke, their celestial auras surged, winds whipping against He Ange’s face. But within seconds, an ice dragon’s aura enveloped He Ange, An Luo Yi’s Dragon Might shielding him. This allowed He Ange to stand confidently against the elders.

He Ange calmly explained:

“The secret realm broadcast was open and fair. You all saw that Jue Wuqing led us into the Abyssal Hall… Inside, we got separated, and Jue Wuqing and the others unfortunately encountered the realm’s guardian deity and perished.”

“The guardian deity killed Jue Wuqing. What does that have to do with me?”

He shrugged, smiling.

The youth’s expression was seven parts disdain, three parts defiance.

Of course, He Ange wouldn’t tell them he had ordered Xuanque to kill Jue Wuqing and the others.

But even if he didn’t say it, the elders wouldn’t believe him.

Who would believe such a tale?

“If it was the guardian deity, a Divine Transformation-level beast, why did only you Shengxu Sect disciples survive?”

Another elder retorted.

This time, He Ange resorted to pure nonsense:

“I believe the guardian deity has a conscience, able to judge the intruders’ sins… She spared us because we are good people, and she couldn’t bear to harm us.”

His implication was clear: Jue Wuqing and the other elite disciples were sinners.

He Ange was playing along. Since the elders wanted to accuse him, he would humor them with his fabrications.

“Nonsense! How could such a guardian deity exist?!”

Several elders were infuriated.

But He Ange continued to laugh:

“How can you, not being trial participants, know the truth of the secret realm?”

“He Ange, I remember clearly. At the Sakura Dragon Pool, you repeatedly sabotaged your teammates! Do you still claim innocence?”

“How can you, not being trial participants, know the truth of the secret realm?”

“And in the mechanism tunnel, you pretended ignorance, triggering traps to injure Jue Wuqing and Duan Zixuan!”

“How can you, not being trial participants, know the truth of the secret realm?”

“You little—!!!”

He Ange kept repeating the same phrase, rendering the elders’ arguments futile.

This infuriated the sect elders further. They tried to reason with He Ange, but he remained dismissive.

If not for the silver-haired chosen one protecting him, the elders would have used their celestial auras to make him kneel.

But with An Luo Yi’s Dragon Might, they couldn’t intimidate He Ange.

If they resorted to violence…

An Luo Yi, though alone, was a third-rank celestial servant of the Dragon Dynasty, highly respected and feared by the sects.

In the end,

The elders were at a loss, unsure how to deal with the white-robed youth.

However, they knew Jue Wuqing and Duan Zixuan were dead. To honor the dead, they couldn’t let He Ange off easily. At the very least, they had to extort him for compensation.

Like a car owner paying compensation after an accident, even if the deceased were at fault…

Jue Wuqing and Duan Zixuan had many treasures and relics.

Did He Ange not take them?

For the sects, not extorting He Ange would be a huge concession, given An Luo Yi’s presence.

Now, with their disciples dead, they at least wanted their treasures back.

And,

Regarding the return of relics,

The Heavenly Sword Sect elders were the most agitated.

Their Saint Son, Duan Zixuan, had taken an exquisite Qinglong Sword into the secret realm. This sword was invaluable, made from rare materials, a treasure even within the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Other treasures and pills could be overlooked, but the Qinglong Sword had to be recovered.

It was a matter of the sect’s foundation!

“He Ange! We all saw you with the Qinglong Sword when you left the Abyssal Hall!”

“We won’t argue whether you killed Duan Zixuan, but you must account for the Qinglong Sword. If you don’t, the Heavenly Sword Sect will not let you leave, even if it means defying Dragon Might!”

Several Heavenly Sword Sect elders stepped forward, their expressions grim and furious.

The Qinglong Sword was their bottom line. Even with An Luo Yi present, they would defy the Dragon Dynasty’s laws to retrieve it.

Otherwise, they would return to the sect in disgrace.

“The Qinglong Sword…”

He Ange pondered.

He remembered giving the Qinglong Sword to Duan Yuyan, surrounded by mirrors. Under her “Thousandfold Mirror Rebound” technique, the broadcast couldn’t see inside. The elders didn’t know he had given the sword to Duan Yuyan.

Realizing this,

He Ange felt the situation was tricky.

“The Qinglong Sword was dropped by Duan Zixuan when the guardian deity killed him in the Abyssal Hall. I did take it out…”

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“So, where is it? Don’t tell us you lost it! If you try to deceive us, the Heavenly Sword Sect will not let you leave, even with Fairy Luo Yi’s protection!”

The Heavenly Sword Sect elders were getting impatient.

They feared He Ange would evade the issue, forcing them to use violence.

A fight would cause chaos, likely resulting in mutual harm and embarrassment.

If possible, they wanted to recover the Qinglong Sword and let the matter rest. They would remember their Saint Son’s death and seek revenge later.

At this moment,

The sect elders were patient because they still hoped to recover the Qinglong Sword.

And in the tense atmosphere,

The white-robed youth finally spoke—

“I gave the Qinglong Sword to Miss Yuyan.”

He said it casually, as if giving a gift to a friend, leaving the elders dumbfounded.

Sensing the awkwardness,

He Ange shrugged innocently:

“Duan Yuyan is your sect’s disciple, right? Don’t you know her?”

“Duan Yuyan is indeed our disciple…”

“But why did you give her the Qinglong Sword?!”

Learning the sword wasn’t stolen, the Heavenly Sword Sect elders calmed down, but they were puzzled and uneasy about He Ange giving the sword to Duan Yuyan.

After all,

Duan Yuyan was not favored by the sect elders.

She was a branch family daughter, and her mother had angered the family head, making her life difficult in the sect.

The family head was Duan Changxuan,

Duan Zixuan’s father, the sect leader, and the sword’s true owner.

Now,

Duan Changxuan’s favored son was dead, and the Qinglong Sword was given to his least favored daughter, Duan Yuyan!

It was a huge misunderstanding!

The Heavenly Sword Sect elders were at a loss, unsure how to explain this to their leader.

“Miss Yuyan is Duan Zixuan’s sister. Returning his relics to her, what’s wrong with that?”

He Ange raised an eyebrow.

The Heavenly Sword Sect elders were speechless. They wanted to argue but couldn’t find fault. Duan Yuyan’s issues were internal family matters, not He Ange’s fault.

Their initial demand was to return the Qinglong Sword to the sect.

“Moreover, isn’t Duan Yuyan an inner disciple of your sect? In Illusion Moon Valley, her performance was commendable. I believe she deserves the Qinglong Sword. What do you think, elders?”

“Then, what fault does He Ange have?”

…

…

Outside the Cherry Blossom Secret Realm, on the plains,

The sky-blue-haired girl in white hurriedly flew on her sword, clutching the Qinglong Sword, in a rush.

Hours had passed since the secret realm trial ended.

During this time, Duan Yuyan hadn’t stopped, needing to deliver the Qinglong Sword to the witch for alchemy before sunset.

If the sword was stolen or discovered by the sect elders, she’d be in trouble.

Possessing valuable treasures was dangerous!

Duan Yuyan understood this. She was a lone girl, needing to protect her precious treasure.

Achoo—!

Flying, she felt a chill, sneezing.

She sensed someone following her…

Using mirror reflections, Duan Yuyan looked back.

She was shocked, her blue eyes widening.

Behind her were dozens of black-clad swordsmen, all late Core Formation experts!

“Not good!”

“Other sects’ pursuers have spotted the Qinglong Sword…”

Duan Yuyan felt uneasy.

She hid the sword, accelerating her flight.

Behind, multiple sword techniques and spells attacked. Duan Yuyan used her mirror spirit vein to dodge.

But her speed was limited.

Pursued by dozens of Nascent Soul swordsmen, she soon faltered. A swordsman blocked her path with a ground-splitting slash, forcing her to stop.

Surrounded at a cliff’s edge,

“Junior Sister Yuyan, hand over the Qinglong Sword. It’s not yours.”

The black-clad swordsmen spoke coldly.

They were true disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, some serving as celestial servants, easily overpowering a Core Formation disciple.

Fortunately, the sect elders had prepared.

Learning the sword was with Duan Yuyan, they sent true disciples to retrieve it.

“The Qinglong Sword… was a gift from Young Master He…”

Duan Yuyan, holding her sword, stood firm.

Having received the sword and met He Ange, she couldn’t lose it now, wasting his kindness.

“If that’s the case, we must disregard our bond.”

The black-clad swordsmen’s eyes turned cold.

They drew their swords, stepping forward.

Facing dozens of Nascent Soul swordsmen alone, Duan Yuyan prepared to fight. But at the critical moment, a deep abyssal disturbance approached from the west.

The pressure was so intense, the ground trembled.

Everyone turned, meeting the phoenix eyes of a low-flying black-red phoenix—

Boom—!!!

The phoenix spread its wings, like a dark cloud descending.

Was this a phoenix?

Its presence was like a low-flying black hawk bomber!

“Not good!”

“It’s the Abyss Apostle of the Evil Phoenix Sect!!!”