After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 19 - Take This Strike, and I’ll Forgive You

“You little pervert.”

“You’ve got the nerve to tease me, but not the guts to admit it?”

The silver-haired fairy’s voice was cold and cutting.

As her words fell, the wind picked up, howling around her. Her feet lifted slightly off the ground, her elegant blue-and-white dress billowing in the icy gusts. The ethereal beauty of her attire was offset by the chaos of the storm.

Around her, streaks of frosty sword energy began to swirl, expanding outward. Thin layers of frost coated her Silver Phoenix Sword, and the ground beneath her feet froze solid.

Within moments, the entire area was transformed into a winter landscape, the temperature plummeting to bone-chilling levels. Even the seasonal climate of the surrounding ten miles shifted to that of the winter solstice. He Ange, standing nearby, felt as if he were wearing a T-shirt in the Arctic, his skin prickling with goosebumps.

This was the unmistakable sign that An Luo Yi was serious.

Her spiritual vein was known to fluctuate dramatically with her emotions. When she got serious, the icy aura she emitted would freeze everything in her vicinity, turning the environment into a frozen wasteland.

As her spiritual energy continued to surge, and the temperature dropped further, He Ange’s composure crumbled.

He knew he was about to get thrashed.

And he knew he deserved it. Who told him to mess with An Luo Yi’s dress?

“Come on, Senior Sister, it’s not that serious... I was wrong, okay? We still have swordsmanship class later. Let’s not do this...”

“Instead of wasting time with excuses, why don’t you focus on the sword?” she replied icily.

Bathed in the frosty storm, her voice was as cold and distant as a phoenix residing in an icy abyss, devoid of any warmth or emotion.

He Ange took a step back, a sense of foreboding washing over him.

“Senior Sister, you know I’m just a crippled spiritual vein. I can’t handle this... Please, just forgive me.”

“Take this strike, and I’ll forgive you.”

With that, the silver-haired fairy raised her sword, the icy energy coalescing in her hand.

In one swift motion, she slashed her sword, unleashing a towering glacier of sword energy that surged forward, tearing through the ground as it barreled toward the white-robed boy.

Danger! He Ange! Danger!

…

Boom!

The faint tremor that rippled through the Shengxu Sect didn’t draw much attention from the disciples.

In the backwoods of the sect, two male disciples in ceremonial robes were leisurely strolling through the forest.

“Senior Brother Wang Yuan, how do you think we should teach that brat He Ange a lesson?” one of them asked.

“Hmph. During the swordsmanship class, the true disciples can call up inner disciples to spar. Just wait and watch the show,” Wang Yuan replied with a sly smile, clearly pleased with his plan.

Wang Yuan was a true disciple under Elder Mo Qianhua, known for her icy demeanor. Though not the strongest among the true disciples, Wang Yuan had been in the position for years and came from a prominent family. His connections and influence within the Shengxu Sect were substantial.

With his status, making life difficult for an inner disciple like He Ange was a trivial matter.

Seeing his senior brother’s confidence, Wang Qiong, who was still nursing his injuries, grinned smugly, ready to enjoy the spectacle.

But then, the tremor beneath their feet grew stronger.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two looked up, only to see a towering glacier of sword energy erupting in the distance, advancing at an alarming speed.

The sight left them both stunned, unable to react immediately.

As they stared, they noticed a white-robed figure at the forefront of the glacier, seemingly struggling against the massive wave of icy energy—or rather, being pushed along by it.

“That... that wouldn’t happen to be He Ange, would it?” Wang Qiong stammered, recognizing his old rival.

At the same time, He Ange, still being propelled by the glacier, spotted Wang Yuan and Wang Qiong.

For a moment, he froze, then his eyes lit up with what could only be described as joy. His expression was that of someone who had just found a lifeline.

As He Ange smiled faintly, Wang Qiong’s face darkened. A sense of foreboding crept over him.

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“Senior Brother, we should run! I have a bad feeling about this!” Wang Qiong exclaimed, panicking.

“Run? Why?” Wang Yuan asked, still confused.

He noticed that the white-robed boy had suddenly shifted his trajectory, turning his back toward them.

And with him, the glacier of sword energy followed, barreling straight toward their direction.

Realizing the imminent danger, the two finally snapped out of their daze.

“You! Don’t come this way! Stay away from us!!!”

…

An Luo Yi’s Cold Abyss Sword Technique lived up to its reputation.

The glacier of sword energy propelled He Ange for several hundred meters before colliding with Wang Yuan and Wang Qiong. The combined resistance of the two managed to slow the glacier’s momentum slightly.

Ultimately, the glacier stopped just short of the sect master’s hall, forcing An Luo Yi to withdraw her technique to avoid further destruction.

As the icy energy dissipated, He Ange slumped against a wall, gasping for breath, utterly exhausted.

Beside him, Wang Yuan and Wang Qiong were in a similar state, drenched in sweat and looking like they had narrowly escaped death.

The two glared at He Ange, their eyes filled with fury. Though they had a million curses on the tip of their tongues, they were too drained to even argue.

At some point, the silver-haired fairy descended gracefully, landing in front of the three.

“He Ange, you’re quite clever, leading the glacier toward the sect master’s hall,” she said, her lips curving slightly in satisfaction. Her earlier anger had completely dissipated.

In her eyes, He Ange was a resourceful individual. While he often tried to shirk his training, extreme situations like this were the only way to truly hone his swordsmanship and resolve.

That said, this particular training session seemed to have inadvertently involved two innocent bystanders.

“An Luo Yi! Are you insane? This is the sect! How dare you unleash such a large-scale sword technique here?” Wang Yuan shouted, his voice trembling with rage.

He had been terrified out of his wits.

An Luo Yi was a late-stage Core Formation true disciple, inheritor of a powerful mutated ice spiritual vein. Her full-powered sword technique could have leveled the sect master’s hall if not for his intervention.

Had he made even the slightest mistake, he could’ve been crushed to death by the glacier.

“...”

The silver-haired fairy glanced at Wang Yuan, her expression unreadable. After a moment, she spoke.

“My apologies.”

Unleashing such a destructive technique within the sect was indeed her mistake. Having accidentally harmed others, she wasn’t unreasonable—when she was in the wrong, she would admit it.

But Wang Yuan, having narrowly escaped death, wasn’t about to let it go so easily.

“An apology? You think that’s enough? I almost died because of you! Just wait—I’m going to report you to the Enforcement Court!”

Cursing under his breath, Wang Yuan turned to leave, intent on filing a complaint.

But before he could take more than a few steps, a sleek silver sword whizzed past his face, embedding itself in the threshold before him. The blade gleamed with a cold, menacing light.

Wang Yuan froze, trembling as he turned back to face An Luo Yi.

The silver-haired fairy stood there, her expression as calm as ever.

But the faint hum of her Silver Phoenix Sword spoke volumes.

“You... what are you planning to do?!” Wang Yuan stammered, a sense of dread washing over him.