After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 162 - "Refreshing~"

Cherry Blossom Secret Realm, Sakura Court.

It had been several days since the chaos in the secret realm plaza. During this time, all the sects had been unusually quiet. Even the once-competitive young prodigies now walked the streets with courtesy, treating everyone with respect. Overnight, the atmosphere had become harmonious, filled with reverence for elders and kindness to the young.

After all, the image of the Dragon-robed Celestial Minister’s wrath was still seared into their memories.

That day, nearly every sect had been put in their place by the Dragon-robed Celestial Minister. No one had expected that the white-robed youth, He Ange, from Shengxu Sect, would have such a powerful backer—a Dragon Dynasty Celestial Minister as his master. With the True Dragon Cauldron in hand, she had obliterated the Divine Transformation Great Elder in an instant.

Such power was enough to awe the world.

As for He Ange, he had certainly benefited from his master’s influence. The suspicions cast on him by the sects were entirely lifted, and now, even walking the streets, he was greeted warmly by sect disciples.

The change in attitude was swift…

The day was drawing to a close, and it was time for He Ange to pay his respects to his master.

When he returned to the residence, Qin Shiyan was sitting alone under the cherry blossom pavilion, drinking wine. The celestial minister, dressed in her black and gold dragon robe, reclined on a wooden chair. Since her identity as a Dragon Dynasty Celestial Minister had been revealed, she no longer hid the golden dragon patterns on her robe.

The night breeze rustled her black hair, and her flawless, cold face bore a hint of melancholy as her phoenix eyes fixed on He Ange.

Her expression resembled that of a parent waiting for a wayward child who hadn’t come home in a long time.

He Ange approached, bowing first before smiling lightly. “Master, why the long face? I’ve been behaving myself these past few days, not causing any trouble.”

In the dim moonlight, the Dragon-robed Celestial Minister’s figure appeared even more graceful and tall, her chest outlined with a proud contour.

However…

Qin Shiyan’s phoenix eyes showed no joy.

Since He Ange had entered the Fox Clan’s secret realm, she hadn’t seen him for some time. A few days ago, Qin Shiyan had even revealed her celestial minister identity to vent her anger on his behalf.

And yet?

Aside from sharing a few drinks with her that night in gratitude, He Ange had spent the rest of his time with An Luo Yi. The two acted like a couple who had narrowly escaped death, spending their days vacationing in the Fox Clan’s secret realm and their nights in each other’s company.

Even when He Ange had free time, he was whisked away by the nine-tailed red fox, Xia Ranyue, to play games and explore the Fox Clan’s old town.

In the end…

Qin Shiyan found herself unable to even have a proper drink with He Ange to discuss the events of the secret realm. It seemed he simply didn’t have time for her.

She, a Dragon Dynasty Celestial Minister, was reduced to a mere tool for her disciple to show off and charm others.

Thinking this,

The Dragon-robed Celestial Minister let out a cold snort, turning her gaze away as she sipped her wine.

“Young Master He, such a busy man. One hand holding the chosen one, the other holding a nine-tailed fox… And yet, you still found time to visit this insignificant master of yours?”

Her voice was tinged with sarcasm, elegant yet cold, as if mocking him.

Qin Shiyan had thought that after He Ange learned of her celestial minister status, he would treat her with even more respect. Yet, it seemed he didn’t care about her title at all.

Though Qin Shiyan disliked flattery, He Ange’s complete indifference to her position as a celestial minister left her feeling somewhat disappointed.

“Master, you must be joking. I saw you drinking alone and came specifically to keep you company.”

He Ange chuckled awkwardly but still sat across from Qin Shiyan.

As he pulled out his chair to sit, the Dragon-robed Celestial Minister stared at him coldly, her expression filled with displeasure and her eyes brimming with reproach.

For a moment, He Ange hesitated to sit.

Qin Shiyan snorted softly.

Finally, she averted her gaze, allowing He Ange to sit.

She spoke, her tone displeased:

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“I’ve been drinking here for three days, and you only came today. Is this what you call ‘specifically’ coming to keep me company?”

“……”

Gulp.

He Ange straightened his posture, feeling a bit troubled.

A few days ago, after the secret realm concluded, An Luo Yi had just survived a near-death experience at the hands of the Feathering Sect’s Great Elder. Her possessiveness and affection for He Ange had surged, as if she were clinging to life after a disaster. Her body, more than ever, craved He Ange’s presence.

To be fair, there might be some scientific basis for this.

It’s said that in near-death situations, the instinct to reproduce intensifies.

An Luo Yi might have felt the same. She believed she was still too weak and needed to cherish her time with He Ange. If another disaster struck, she might never see him again.

Thus, every night, the celestial servant spent hours with He Ange, seemingly tireless. Even when He Ange used his demonic physique to drain her excess energy, she would wake up the next morning full of vigor, often initiating another round.

She claimed that starting the day right was essential for productivity.

And then there was Xia Ranyue.

After returning from Illusion Moon Valley, her bottom still sore from her sister Xia Zhiyue’s punishment, she clung to He Ange, crying about her sister’s cruelty.

To comfort her for her selfless act of retrieving the token, He Ange spent time with Xia Ranyue, playing and exploring. An Luo Yi, aware of this, didn’t mind much. After all, without Xia Ranyue’s help, He Ange might have had to resort to licking the Fox Clan Sacred Maiden’s feet to obtain the token.

The only thing that slightly bothered An Luo Yi was that Xia Ranyue was a nine-tailed fox. Every night, she would sniff He Ange to ensure there was no lingering fox scent.

After several checks, finding nothing, she let her guard down, believing Xia Ranyue wouldn’t overstep her bounds.

In the end, with so much going on…

He Ange had indeed neglected the Dragon-robed Celestial Minister, who had been drinking alone in the pavilion for three days. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Qin Shiyan; he simply didn’t know she was waiting for him.

Now he was in trouble.

His master was upset…

Realizing the gravity of the situation, He Ange immediately downed his wine, stood up, and bowed deeply. He then walked behind the Dragon-robed Celestial Minister—

“Master, I know I’ve wronged you. Tonight, let me massage your shoulders as an apology.”

“……”

Qin Shiyan raised an eyebrow, her phoenix eyes cold. “Don’t bother. I’m not falling for your tricks anymore.”

“Master, just give it a try. I’ve recently learned a new massage technique that’s guaranteed to—”

“Get lost! I have Xu Xin for that; I don’t need you!”

“Come on~ Don’t be mad~”

…

Ten minutes later.

Under the moonlight, the Dragon-robed Celestial Minister lay back on the chair, her delicate brows relaxed, enjoying a day’s worth of tension melting away.

“Refreshing~”

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