After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 69 - "Tonight, Not a Single Demon Cultivator Will Leave Alive!"

“You...”

Everyone stared in stunned silence at the black-robed boy. His sharp fangs were clearly not human, but no one dared to say anything. Whatever he was, the fact that he had helped the Demon Sect break the seal was all that mattered.

Nightfall shook his head and tightened his grip on the Abyss Orb, finally convinced that the boy before him had been corrupted.

Huff!

Nightfall exhaled in relief.

For a moment, the boy’s sinister demeanor had almost unnerved him.

But with the Abyss Orb in hand, all doubts were dispelled.

“Now that the seal is broken, let’s proceed with the plan,” Nightfall ordered, taking the key from Xu Daoyun and heading toward the lowest level.

Xu Daoyun hesitated, wanting to follow, but Nightfall turned back with a cold smirk.

“Xu, as per the plan, you’ll stay here with the others to hold off any reinforcements from the Shengxu Sect.”

“But we agreed—”

“Patience. Once I retrieve the Abyss Spirit Orb, I’ll return to join you,” Nightfall interrupted, his tone dismissive.

“You!! Nightfall, this isn’t what we agreed on!” Xu Daoyun shouted, his anger boiling over. He wasn’t naive; he knew staying behind meant being used as cannon fodder to buy time.

It was clear now—Nightfall had no intention of sharing the spoils.

“Xu, be reasonable. Look at He Jun over there. He’s so obedient, not even thinking about competing with me for the Abyss Spirit Orb,” Nightfall said with a mocking smile, casting a glance at the silent black-robed boy.

Xu Daoyun wanted to argue further, but Nightfall raised the Abyss Orb, and the next moment, Xu Daoyun collapsed to his knees, writhing in pain as if struck by lightning.

“Hold the line, my pawns,” Nightfall sneered before striding away, leaving his subordinates to their grim task of delaying the incoming immortal cultivators.

Unlike the lesser minions, Xu Daoyun, as a Nascent Soul cultivator, wasn’t fully brainwashed by the Abyss Orb. While it couldn’t completely control his mind, it could restrict his actions.

Among the group left behind, Xu Daoyun was the most desperate. He had no intention of dying here.

“You fools! Don’t you see we’re being used as disposable pawns?” he shouted, glaring at the other demon cultivators.

He tried to rally them, hoping they could break free from the Abyss Orb’s influence and turn the tables on Nightfall. But the blank, dazed expressions of his comrades dashed his hopes.

“Isn’t there anyone here with a shred of free will?” Xu Daoyun roared in frustration.

To his surprise, a figure stepped forward from the crowd.

“You! You’re still conscious, aren’t you? Quick, let’s work together to break the Abyss Orb’s control. Maybe we can still escape this!” Xu Daoyun said, his voice tinged with hope.

But the black-robed boy ignored him, walking past without a word, heading deeper into the second underground level.

“Wait, wait!” Xu Daoyun called after him. “Why can you go in? Who are you? Aren’t you He Jun? Come back! Help me! Let’s team up and kill Nightfall. We can split the Abyss Spirit Orb and the Abyss Orb between us!”

His desperate pleas went unanswered.

As the boy reached the end of the corridor, he turned back to glance at Xu Daoyun.

His gaze was as cold as the abyss.

A chill ran down Xu Daoyun’s spine. Something felt terribly wrong.

The boy raised a hand, making a casual “bye-bye” gesture.

At the same time, Xu Daoyun noticed something unusual on the ground nearby—a strange, scroll-wrapped sword embedded in the floor.

Assuming it was a bomb, he quickly activated defensive techniques. But when the scroll unfurled, it released a beam of white light that shot straight into the sky.

It was unmistakably a distress signal, the kind issued to every disciple of the Shengxu Sect.

“You little—!”

…

Shengxu Sect, Back Mountain

The silver-haired fairy soared through the air, scanning the mountain for any trace of life.

As the letter had claimed, He Ange was indeed missing from the sect. His whereabouts were unknown.

An Luo Yi was growing increasingly anxious. She knew the letter was likely a ploy to lure her away, but she couldn’t take the risk. If the Abyss Spirit Orb was lost, she could always fight to retrieve it. But if He Ange was gone, there would be nothing she could do.

It was a blatant trap.

But An Luo Yi had no choice but to take the bait. She couldn’t sense He Ange’s presence anywhere, and the thought of what the Demon Sect might do to him filled her with dread.

If they said they’d kill him, they would.

As her frustration mounted, a brilliant white light suddenly pierced the night sky in the distance, illuminating half of Yong’an City.

It was a distress signal, unique to the Shengxu Sect.

Could it be...

Was He Ange being held hostage in Yong’an City?

“...”

An Luo Yi clenched her fists.

She was furious at being played. First, the Demon Sect tricked her into returning to the sect. Now, they were using a distress signal to draw her back to Yong’an City.

Regardless of the truth, her patience had run out. She despised being manipulated, especially when it involved her loved ones.

The cold wind whipped through her silver hair as the Silver Phoenix Sword let out a resonant hum under the moonlight.

“Tonight, not a single demon cultivator will leave Yong’an City alive!”

…

Yong’an City, Cao Mansion

Cao Dao stood on the rooftop, gazing at the fiery chaos unfolding in the distance. He let out a long sigh, his nerves on edge.

Tonight’s operation by the Demon Sect included a task for him.

His role was simple: once the battle at the Abyss Spirit Hall began, he was to sever Yong’an City’s communication lines, delaying reinforcements from the Six Doors.

It was no small task.

As a high-ranking official in Yong’an City, Cao Dao didn’t have the authority to single-handedly halt the Six Doors’ response. But he wasn’t the only one working for Nightfall.

If enough officials in the city’s upper echelons were complicit, the Six Doors might truly be delayed.

The butterfly effect was a terrifying thing.

Looking at the isolated Abyss Spirit Hall, Cao Dao couldn’t help but feel a mix of awe and unease. If not for the deliberate inaction of officials like himself, the Six Doors’ elite guards would have already arrived, possibly locking down the entire city.

But now, thanks to the apathy of Yong’an City’s ruling class, the hall stood alone, its defenders abandoned.

“After tonight’s battle, it’s time for me to flee,” Cao Dao muttered, his gaze lingering on the city he had called home.

Once the chaos reached the Dragon Empress, the entire city’s administration would be purged. Cao Dao knew he’d have to escape with the Demon Sect.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel nostalgic. Life as an official in Yong’an City had been... enjoyable.

“Seems like you’ll miss this city,” a voice said suddenly.

“Of course. Power, wealth, women... Returning to the Demon Sect means serving those higher up,” Cao Dao replied absentmindedly.

“Then don’t leave. Leave your life here instead.”

“?!”

Cao Dao froze, realizing he wasn’t alone.

“Who—”

Slash!

Before he could finish, a dagger pierced his throat, severing his spine with surgical precision.

The strike was swift and lethal, far more efficient than a stab to the heart.

As he turned, trembling, his eyes met those of a young woman with cold, enchanting eyes.

He recognized those eyes.

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