After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 208 - Sister, Is My Blood Spirit Vein Useful?

Originally, just as the battle between the Blood Moon Witch and An Luo Yi was nearing its conclusion, Li Zi Jing had already stood up, ready to lead his men into action.

At that moment, An Luo Yi had unleashed her final burst of destiny, leaving her utterly exhausted. She leaned on her sword, completely drained of strength...

This was undoubtedly the perfect moment for Li Zi Jing to swoop in as the hero!

But strangely enough, just as Li Zi Jing was about to act, an abyssal portal suddenly appeared behind him.

Before he could even see who had arrived, a devastating blow landed on his back—a crushing palm strike filled with abyssal energy. The next thing he knew, an explosion of energy erupted around him.

BOOM!!!

The snow ridge where Li Zi Jing and his men stood was obliterated. Over thirty celestial soldiers were blasted apart like fireworks, scattering in all directions.

As for Li Zi Jing, he was the unluckiest of them all. He tumbled through the air, flipping head over heels in a perfect arc before crashing headfirst onto the icy plains—right between the two battling women.

The heroic rescue he had meticulously planned turned into a humiliating spectacle.

At that moment, An Luo Yi looked at him with a mix of confusion, disdain, and contempt.

As impolite as it might sound, An Luo Yi genuinely felt that Li Zi Jing’s embarrassing entrance—while wearing the same Dragon Dynasty golden robes as her—was a complete disgrace in front of Mu Yanli.

If the roles were reversed and An Luo Yi saw a Moon Sect general making such a fool of themselves, she would undoubtedly find it amusing and use it to mock Mu Yanli.

But this wasn’t even the worst part.

What made it worse was—

Not only had Li Zi Jing lost face in front of his goddess, but the so-called Holy Son of Spirit Phoenix Sect, He Yuan, appeared shortly after and mockingly exposed Li Zi Jing’s entire plan to everyone present!

“Oh my~ Isn’t this Brother Zi Jing?”

“Just now, I saw Brother Zi Jing crouching on that ridge for half an hour. I thought you were waiting for me.”

He spoke with a bright and friendly smile, but his tone dripped with sarcasm. When Li Zi Jing turned to look at the white-robed youth, he immediately noticed the sinister glint in He Yuan’s eyes.

Li Zi Jing’s temper flared instantly.

Recently, the new Holy Son of Spirit Phoenix Sect, He Yuan, had been wreaking havoc across the northern frontier. On multiple occasions, He Yuan had led night raids on Li Zi Jing’s outposts, loudly taunting him by name and demanding he come out to fight.

Each time He Yuan struck, Li Zi Jing was caught off guard. As a result, his reputation in the northern frontier had plummeted.

Li Zi Jing was utterly fed up with He Yuan.

Whenever Li Zi Jing meticulously prepared traps to ambush He Yuan, the Holy Son would vanish without a trace.

But whenever Li Zi Jing let his guard down, He Yuan would reappear with hordes of abyssal beasts, wreak havoc, and leave behind taunting messages for Li Zi Jing.

After countless encounters like this, Li Zi Jing’s hatred for He Yuan had reached its peak.

And now,

He Yuan had ruined his “hero saves beauty” plan right in front of An Luo Yi!

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Li Zi Jing knew that He Yuan’s public humiliation of him in front of the Destined Heroine was no accident—it was deliberate malice!

He Yuan wanted to ensure that Li Zi Jing lost face in front of An Luo Yi!

“He Yuan! You shameless bastard! Calling others out while you’re the real villain!”

Li Zi Jing stood up and pointed his sword at the white-robed youth in moon-patterned robes. His voice trembled with rage as he shouted:

“You were watching from the sidelines too! Otherwise, how would you know I’d been crouching for half an hour? You waited until I acted just to ambush me! He Yuan! What grudge do you have against me? Why do you keep targeting me and ruining my plans?!”

Having been exposed so thoroughly,

Li Zi Jing snapped—his frustration boiling over into hysterical shouting.

But even as Li Zi Jing ranted and raved,

The white-robed youth remained unfazed. His calm demeanor and cold gaze made it clear he saw Li Zi Jing as nothing more than a barking dog—a clown not worth acknowledging.

“......”

He Ange chose silence.

He glanced sideways at the injured silver-haired maiden with a hint of disappointment in his eyes. An Luo Yi seemed like she wanted to say something, but He Ange deliberately avoided her gaze. Instead, he let out a cold chuckle and raised his hand.

Seeing this,

Li Zi Jing instinctively took several steps back—readying himself for an attack.

Meanwhile,

More Dragon Dynasty celestial soldiers arrived from all directions. They surrounded the white-robed youth with angry glares—filled with hatred for the Holy Son who had ambushed them.

But no matter how much they shouted or cursed,

He Ange remained indifferent.

Raising his hand,

He summoned an abyssal portal—not to attack—but to leave. Without a word, he stepped through the portal. As it closed behind him, the enigmatic white-robed youth vanished from sight.

“He... he just left?”

“He actually ignored us completely?!”

The remaining celestial soldiers stood dumbfounded—staring at the spot where He Ange had disappeared. His elegant yet aloof departure left an indelible impression on their minds.

Despite being no older than eighteen or nineteen,

The white-robed youth exuded an air of profound detachment—his presence far beyond their comprehension.

While they had been bracing themselves for a fight,

He Ange simply lost interest and left—

This spoke volumes—

It showed that their vigilance meant nothing to him—that they weren’t even worth his time!

And this realization stung more than any defeat—

The sense of being dismissed so casually left them feeling humiliated and powerless.

Li Zi Jing felt it most acutely.

After He Ange’s departure,

Li Zi Jing began reflecting on why He Ange had smirked at him without saying much.

The answer was obvious—

As a Holy Son of Spirit Phoenix Sect—a villain—why would He Ange care about competing with Li Zi Jing for An Luo Yi’s favor?

While Li Zi Jing fixated on “saving” An Luo Yi to win her gratitude,

He Ange had his sights set on the injured Blood Moon Witch—his true target all along!

For a Holy Son,

Winning over a Destined Heroine meant nothing compared to seizing the Blood Moon Witch’s spiritual veins and bones—

In terms of opportunity,

The Destined Heroine’s favor paled in comparison to harvesting resources from a defeated foe!

But Li Zi Jing?

His petty mindset made him think He Ange was competing for An Luo Yi...

Realizing this,

Li Zi Jing felt even more foolish.

Though both were young cultivators,

The difference between his perspective and He Ange’s was like heaven and earth!

At that moment,

When Li Zi Jing turned back to look at An Luo Yi,

He felt utterly ashamed—unable to meet her gaze.

“So.”

“You arrived long ago—but chose to watch me die instead?”

Her voice was cold—devoid of emotion.

At that moment,

An Luo Yi stared at the late-arriving celestial soldiers with icy disdain. Her sapphire eyes glinted with darkness—especially toward Li Zi Jing—her disappointment and disgust were palpable.

If she’d merely found him annoying before,

Now she wished he would disappear entirely—

In her life,

She’d encountered useless men—but none as spineless and conniving as Li Zi Jing!

During his exchange with He Ange,

Li Zi Jing had admitted he’d arrived long ago but chose not to act—watching from afar as An Luo Yi fought desperately against Mu Yanli—repeatedly pushed to her limits and humiliated—

Even so,

Li Zi Jing remained idle—waiting for her to fall before stepping in as a “hero.”

His intentions were obvious—

To let her reach the brink of death so he could swoop in and earn her gratitude—or worse—

Such a man was utterly repulsive!

An Luo Yi wanted nothing more than to vomit at the sight of him. For his selfish desires, he’d delayed reinforcements—forcing her to endure unnecessary suffering and humiliation against Mu Yanli.

Had he acted sooner,

They could’ve joined forces against Mu Yanli—securing victory together—

But instead,

Li Zi Jing chose to spectate for personal gain—

“Lady Luo Yi! It’s not what you think!”

“We were just following Lord Zi Jing’s orders!”

“Yes! It was Lord Zi Jing who forbade us from acting!”

“It’s all that bastard He Yuan’s fault! If not for his ambush—”

“Yes! That scoundrel He Yuan is too despicable!”

“Such a vile Holy Son deserves death!”

Seeing An Luo Yi’s disappointment,

The celestial soldiers panicked—desperately shifting blame onto others.

Though they served under Li Zi Jing,

They were also loyal warriors of Dragon Dynasty—

And seeing such a proud maiden reduced to this state filled them with guilt—

Facing her disappointed gaze felt like being stabbed repeatedly—

As men,

Who wouldn’t want her admiration?

Initially,

They followed Li Zi Jing’s orders because he promised they’d earn her gratitude by saving her at the right moment—

But now?

His plan had failed spectacularly—

And they quickly turned against him—throwing him under the bus—

An Luo Yi said nothing—

Her cold glare spoke volumes—

One by one,

The soldiers backed away—unable to withstand her icy aura—

By now,

Even they realized how badly they’d messed up—

Meanwhile,

An Luo Yi’s mind raced—

She couldn’t shake the memory of He Ange’s disappointed glance before leaving—

That fleeting look cut deeper than any wound she’d suffered today...