After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 209 - He Ange, I Won’t Let You Go Even in Death!

Lately, things haven’t been going well for Mu Yanli.

First, she was trapped in the Eternal Prison by He Ange at the abyssal cliff. After escaping, she encountered the Destined Heroine An Luo Yi. Just as she was about to defeat An Luo Yi, He Ange returned to disrupt her plans.

Ultimately, Mu Yanli had been too complacent in the northern secret realm, underestimating He Ange, which led to her current predicament.

She could have returned to Moon Sect to recuperate after escaping the Eternal Prison.

But due to her greed and desire to kill An Luo Yi and harvest her spiritual veins and bones, she ended up in He Ange’s clutches...

Objectively speaking,

Mu Yanli had the strength to be arrogant at such a young age.

If she hadn’t been trapped in the Eternal Prison for seven days and nights by He Ange, things wouldn’t have turned out this way. She could have easily killed An Luo Yi, inherited her spiritual veins and bones, then turned on He Ange and humiliated him in front of An Luo Yi without killing him...

Unfortunately,

She overestimated herself.

No matter how strong one is, acting recklessly makes one nothing more than a powerful yet foolish boss.

Her blood frenzy granted her immense power but robbed her of reason—normally, Mu Yanli wouldn’t be so reckless. If An Luo Yi hadn’t provoked her from the start, she wouldn’t have bothered fighting a Destined Heroine. She would’ve returned to Moon Sect to recover before seeking revenge on An Luo Yi.

This time,

Mu Yanli might truly lose face in front of He Ange.

“Sister, is my Blood Spirit Vein useful?”

The white-robed youth stood before her with a gentle smile—but his cold eyes were filled with mockery and malice.

Having been ambushed by He Ange, Mu Yanli was now covered in wounds and blood. Her once elegant black-and-red gothic dress appeared tattered and pitiful—no longer noble or cold.

The white-haired witch gritted her teeth—meeting his gaze with defiant laughter:

“He Ange, this world is survival of the fittest. If you have the ability, go ahead and try taking my spiritual veins...”

She laughed confidently—her blood-red eyes reflecting madness and defiance.

For someone like Mu Yanli—who clawed her way up through Moon Sect to become a witch—the cultivation world was a game of big fish eating small fish. If He Ange could devour her, she’d accept it.

If he could take them—it was his skill.

If not—it was just the weak barking at the strong.

With that thought,

Mu Yanli’s smile grew even more disdainful and provocative.

“Don’t worry—I will.”

He Ange chuckled coldly—acting swiftly.

One moment,

He patiently listened to Mu Yanli’s taunts—but the next moment—he struck without warning.

Pfft—!!!

Mu Yanli had no strength left to resist. He Ange’s hand easily tore through her chest—reaching her heart.

The sudden intrusion made Mu Yanli cough up black blood—her beautiful features contorted in pain and struggle.

She gasped for breath—clenching her teeth—her right hand gripping He Ange’s wrist tightly. Though she had some strength left in her hand—her overall weakness rendered her unable to stop him from reaching into her chest.

To the weakened witch,

He Ange was an overwhelming force—a relentless oppressor.

“Hah... hahaha...”

After struggling for a while,

Mu Yanli suddenly laughed as if resigned.

She raised her other hand—gently caressing the white-robed youth’s face—her lips curling into a playful and indulgent smile:

“He Ange, does sister’s body taste good?”

“...!”

Meanwhile,

He Ange’s expression turned icy cold—sweat trickling down his forehead. When he met the white-haired witch’s gaze again—it felt like staring into a grotesque monster—sending chills down his spine.

He’d assumed Mu Yanli’s confidence stemmed from possessing an ancient Moon God’s legacy—

But now—

It seemed there was more than one ancient secret within her—

Behind Mu Yanli,

To the left was a bound white-haired celestial maiden’s phantom—and to the right—a black-and-red blood-soaked goddess statue phantom—

The celestial maiden resembled Feng Yuan’s description of the ancient Moon God—known as “Chang’e” in folklore—

Yet disturbingly—

The Moon God Chang’e appeared bound by five chains—her limbs shackled—even her head chained—suspended like a fallen deity—

On the right—

The eerie goddess statue was also bound to a cross—a blood-red waterfall pouring over it from above—drenching every inch of its skin in crimson—sinister and ominous—

The dual ancient phantoms behind Mu Yanli left He Ange momentarily stunned—unable to react—

“In less than three minutes—the Moon Sect’s patriarchs and generals will arrive...”

Mu Yanli chuckled softly—

She pinched the white-robed youth’s cheek—speaking with fatigue yet triumph:

“He Ange—you won’t escape today.”

Though it seemed like He Ange had taken advantage of her weakened state—

In truth,

Mu Yanli had her own confidence—

As Moon Sect’s Blood Moon Witch—she held sway over the northern ice plains—a prodigy among Moon Sect witches for millennia—capable of summoning any current elder—or even disturbing those ancient patriarchs resting in their coffins—

“Is that so...”

Admittedly,

He Ange felt somewhat intimidated—

At that moment,

Mu Yanli clung tightly to his hand—intent on stalling for time—planning to hold him close until reinforcements arrived—

If she could endure a few more minutes—

She’d have a chance at turning the tables!

“Unfortunately—not even heaven can save you today.”

“You—?!”

He Ange’s words fell—and he increased his grip strength—his hand sliding from her chest down to her abdomen’s spiritual vein dantian—

In that instant,

Mu Yanli’s blood-red eyes widened—

Feeling him encroach upon her most vulnerable spot—a shiver ran through her body like an electric shock—

Now,

When facing He Ange again—the white-haired witch gritted her teeth with reluctance—

She hadn’t expected him to remain unfazed under such pressure—to persist in extracting her spiritual veins!

Despite having two ancient legacies within her—and countless Moon Sect patriarchs on the way to surround them—

In this dire situation,

He Ange showed no intention of fleeing—instead growing more determined to take what he wanted!

“I’ve had Xuanque seal this place with illusions—we can stall for another five minutes.”

The white-robed youth spoke as he grasped Mu Yanli’s neck with his other hand—

Holding her firmly—preventing any resistance—

Now,

Mu Yanli leaned against the stone wall—her neck held tight—a hand piercing through her abdomen—the suffocating pain made it feel like both soul and body were crushed beneath He Ange’s might—leaving her powerless—as if pinned beneath an orc—a helpless elven maiden—

Her cold face was etched with despair and helplessness—

He Ange applied significant force—not sparing any sympathy for women—

His left hand gripped the white-haired witch’s throat—thumb pressing against her windpipe—the choking sensation left Mu Yanli struggling for breath—gasping desperately—

“Hah... what good does stalling do?”

Even under complete suppression,

Mu Yanli forced a mocking smile onto her pale face—

The suffocating grip on her throat—the loss of freedom instilled fear deep within—but couldn’t destroy her pride or dignity—

Throughout life,

She’d endured worse abuse and torment—and persevered through gritted teeth—

Now,

How could she show weakness before He Ange?

“He Ange—you’re just venting your rage on me because you’re powerless.”

Even while gasping for air—the white-haired witch sneered defiantly:

“With your current Nascent Soul cultivation—you can’t kill me—you don’t even have the means to do so—I could sit here and let you cut me into pieces—and I’d still come back while you watch...”

“Hah... hahaha...!!!”

“He Ange—you still don’t get it? You’re weak! If you want revenge—at least catch up to my level first!”

“He Ange! Come on! Kill me!”

“Even if I gave you half an hour—you wouldn’t dare extract my spiritual veins from two ancient gods!”

“Try it—and see if your ancient phoenix patron can still protect you!”

The more she spoke—the more frenzied Mu Yanli became—her blood-red eyes widening as oxygen deprivation left her pale and sickly—

In Mu Yanli’s mind,

He Ange’s sudden aggression stemmed from desperation—from knowing that extracting her spiritual veins would provoke divine wrath from those ancient beings within her—

So she believed he’d already lost—that his rage-fueled grip on her throat was an attempt to silence her—

But Mu Yanli refused to be silenced—

She wanted to expose his inner turmoil—to savor his impotent fury at being unable to kill her—

“You’re right—I can’t extract your spiritual veins...”

Amidst the witch’s manic taunts,

He Ange remained calm—and as he spoke—the hand buried in Mu Yanli’s abdomen began moving slightly—

“So why are you panicking?”

He asked with amusement—

If Mu Yanli truly believed he’d lost—that he couldn’t harm her—why was she so frantic in provoking him?

Who was really panicking?

It was obvious—

“Mu Yanli—you wouldn’t act so desperate unless you were truly scared.”

He laughed—as his hand in her abdomen surged with dark abyssal energy—seeking entry into the Blood Moon Witch’s body—

In that moment,

Fear finally crept onto Mu Yanli’s proud face—

Her teeth clenched—as if wanting nothing more than to tear apart the white-robed youth before her—with eyes filled with ferocity, shame, anger, despair...

“You’re right—I can’t take your spiritual veins—but why are you trembling so much now?”

He continued laughing—

His smile serene and gentle—devoid of bitterness or hatred—in his eyes,

He didn’t see Mu Yanli as an enemy—but rather...

As a treasure he desired greatly—a prize worth claiming—

That affection mirrored how he cherished his Silver Phoenix Sword—or valued his Abyssal Pearl...

“He Ange... you’re insane!”

Seeing abyssal energy forcibly injected into her body,

Mu Yanli broke out in cold sweat—panting heavily as she struggled against its invasive erosion of her abdomen—

At that moment—a dark golden sigil appeared on the white-haired witch’s forehead—a final line of defense—a last vestige of dignity—

“Alright now—be good—and open your consciousness so I can plant a slave mark—it might spare you some suffering...”

As he spoke,

He nearly pressed down on the white-haired witch beneath him—

During this time,

Mu Yanli tried turning away—but as soon as she moved,

He pressed her head into the snow—the side of her fair face pressed firmly against the ground—and behind her,

He mercilessly stripped away what remained of her black-and-red dress—the last shred of dignity torn away—

Under such oppressive force from male dominance,

Mu Yanli had no strength left to resist—in this state—all she could do was remain defiant verbally—

“He Ange! How dare you!!”

“Why wouldn’t I dare?”

Unbeknownst when—a faint purple sigil glowed dimly on Mu Yanli’s abdomen—

Meanwhile,

He held down Mu Yanli’s head with one hand while using the other to undo his clothes—

Beneath the snow—the youth’s defined abs and broad shoulders exuded confidence—and beneath him—the kneeling white-haired witch appeared both alluring and tragic—

At this point,

Mu Yanli had lost all dignity—

“Don’t worry—in ten minutes—I’ll trample your pride until you willingly open your consciousness...”

“He Ange—you madman!!!”

“Sister—from the day you took my spiritual veins—you should’ve known I’d one day take what matters most from you.”

He said calmly—

Mu Yanli gritted her teeth—turning away with labored breaths—her proud face unyielding:

“He Ange—you can’t plant a slave mark on me! If you think this lowly act will conquer me—you’re laughably naive! Only an insecure man would resort to such measures!”

“And besides—you overestimate my purity!”

“It’s just a meaningless membrane—you want it? Break it! Do you think witches care about chastity?”

“Ridiculous!”

“Come on! Take me! Enjoy yourself!!”

Even at this critical juncture,

Mu Yanli remained defiant—

As he pressed his hand against the sigil on her abdomen,

No matter what she said,

He continued his work silently—

Time passed slowly—

The purple sigil glowed brighter and hotter—

As the white-haired witch’s flawless beauty teetered on collapse again and again,

The white-robed youth leaned close to whisper in her ear—with icy malice reflected deep within his eyes:

“Sister—you didn’t really think I wanted your virginity, did you?”

“If I can’t take your spiritual veins—I’ll take something else from you.”

“He Ange! Just you wait!”

“I, Mu Yanli—even as a ghost won’t let you go——!!!”

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After An Luo Yi left,

Li Zi Jing stood dazed amidst falling snowflakes—alone on the battlefield for a long time—the snow settling onto his golden dragon robes—adding an air of desolation—

At some point,

Li Zi Jing suddenly burst into hysterical laughter—as if losing his mind—

Kneeling on the ground,

Despair flickered in his eyes as memories of his master Li Nanshan’s words echoed in his mind—

Only now did Li Zi Jing realize how foolish he’d been all along—

Yes...

He should’ve given up long ago—

Destiny never intended for him and An Luo Yi to be together—all those years of unrequited love were just stubborn delusions of an infatuated fool clinging onto false hope—

Yes...

Why did I choose this path?

Why couldn’t I learn from Holy Son He Yuan?

What are women compared to power?

No matter how alluring a Destined Heroine might be—isn’t harvesting spiritual veins and bones far more valuable?

“Indeed—as Master said...”

“With my current status—I should follow Master’s advice—and help conspire against An Luo Yi at the northern frontier.”

“An Luo Yi—you brought this upon yourself! I didn’t want to aid villains—I didn’t want to help those old ministers harm you... but now—you’ve forced my hand—I once defended you before Master—but now—you treat me like this...”

“Just wait! Many in Dragon Dynasty want you dead!”

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