After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 82 - "Senior Sister Luo Yi, Congratulations!"

He Ange found himself in a rather awkward situation.

Despite Xia Ranyue’s small stature, her “artificial respiration” was overwhelming. Spiritual energy poured into He Ange’s lungs like a waterfall, nearly suffocating him.

Although his rogue cultivator physique allowed him to absorb spiritual energy efficiently, Xia Ranyue’s method was far too crude. She was practically force-feeding him energy mouth-to-mouth, but his dantian and meridians weren’t located in his stomach.

In the end, he didn’t absorb much spiritual energy but ended up with a belly full of air and a mouthful of her saliva.

Finally, He Ange couldn’t take it anymore.

Cough—

He sat up abruptly from the fox demon’s embrace, gasping for air like someone who had narrowly escaped death.

This time, it wasn’t an act. He Ange genuinely felt like he was about to suffocate.

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“You... you’re alive?” Xia Ranyue asked, still unaware that her rescue method had been flawed. She believed she had saved him with her artificial respiration.

He Ange took a moment to catch his breath. He turned to say something but stopped when he saw the worry in her eyes and the tear stains on her cheeks.

“Thank you... really,” he said, sighing.

Since he had started the act, he had to see it through to the end.

Meanwhile, Xia Ranyue noticed the trail of saliva still on her lips. She quickly wiped her mouth with her sleeve, her cheeks turning pink.

She had been so scared for He Ange that she had instinctively kissed him.

Her sister had once told her that as long as spiritual energy was abundant, no living being would die easily.

It was the simplest and most direct way she could think of to save him.

And it had been her first kiss. Even when she had dual cultivated with He Ange before, they had never kissed, only exchanged caresses.

“As long as you’re okay. Safety first. We need to get out of here!” Xia Ranyue said, snapping back to reality. According to He Ange, Bai Zihua might still be nearby. If he caught them, they’d be in serious trouble.

But He Ange had no intention of fleeing.

“No need to run. Let’s go back to the Shengxu Sect,” he said.

“Why? Isn’t that walking into a trap?” she asked, confused.

“Only Senior Brother Zihua knows our identities. He won’t dare expose our secrets. It’s safer to return to the sect. Running away would only raise suspicions,” He Ange explained.

“How can you be sure he won’t?” she asked, still skeptical.

“Because I poisoned him during our duel. If he exposes me, he won’t live long either. Besides, do you think he’s completely innocent?” He Ange said, his voice steady.

He was making it up as he went along, but his confidence was convincing.

Xia Ranyue remembered their first encounter, where He Ange had similarly threatened her into submission. They had been mutually bound by their secrets.

“Are you sure? If we return to the Shengxu Sect, there’s no turning back,” she said, her voice filled with concern.

“Where else can I go?” he asked.

“You could come to the Fox Clan...” she suggested hesitantly.

“That’s your home. Can you really take me there to hide?” he asked, doubtful.

“Why not?” she said, suddenly serious.

But then she thought of the clan’s customs, the gossiping neighbors, and her sister’s cold, suspicious gaze. She lowered her head, feeling uncertain.

“I’m a grown fox demon now. Bringing a man home isn’t a big deal... really,” she muttered, her voice barely audible.

“Let’s just go back to the Shengxu Sect. It’ll be safer,” He Ange said, sighing as he stood up.

But before he could take a step, Xia Ranyue was already at his side, supporting him. Her eyes were filled with worry.

They stood there for a moment, the air between them thick with unspoken words.

“I can walk, you know,” He Ange said, trying to prove he was fine.

But Xia Ranyue refused to let go, her body pressed against his as she held him tightly.

“You’re still injured. Don’t try to act tough. If you fall again, I’ll have to perform CPR on you again,” she said firmly.

“Who taught you CPR, anyway?” he asked, puzzled.

“My sister. She said if someone important is dying in front of you, you should use your mouth to transfer spiritual energy. If that doesn’t work, bite your lip and feed them your blood,” she explained, her cheeks turning red.

He Ange couldn’t help but smile at her earnestness.

“Okay, okay. I’ll let you help me,” he said, giving in.

As they walked, Xia Ranyue’s grip on his arm was firm but gentle. He could feel her chest pressing against his arm, making him slightly uncomfortable.

“Can you loosen your grip a bit? My arm’s going numb,” he said.

“Oh, sorry,” she said, quickly adjusting her hold.

She hadn’t realized how tightly she was holding him. But now that he mentioned it, she noticed how close her chest was to his arm. Her face turned red again.

But this time, she didn’t let go.

It was an important moment. She was helping an injured person. A little physical contact was nothing to be embarrassed about. Besides, He Ange wasn’t intentionally touching her.

“By the way, why was Bai Zihua chasing you?” He Ange asked as they walked.

“I went to kill Cao Dao,” she replied.

“Cao Dao? Why are you still after that old scoundrel?” he asked, surprised.

“A long time ago, he was a human trafficker who frequently captured young foxes from the Fox Clan. Many of my childhood friends were taken by him, and their fates remain unknown. I had to kill him to avenge them,” she explained, her voice filled with determination.

“He deserved it. Good job. But did you frame the Demon Sect for the murder?” he asked.

“How did you know I left a Demon Sect dagger at the scene?” she asked, equally surprised.

They shared a knowing look, both understanding the necessity of covering their tracks.

As they walked under the moonlight, she held onto him, and he held onto her.

Xia Ranyue didn’t resist. Tonight, He Ange seemed different.

Whether it was his act of saving her, his masculine presence, or the inexplicable allure of his scent, she found herself drawn to him.

She had felt this way before, but it was never this strong. She used to seek him out frequently, not knowing why, just wanting to see him and talk to him.

But now, the feeling was more tangible.

She realized she didn’t just want to talk to him. She liked his scent. Being close to him made her want to cling to him.

As a fox demon, it was normal to be attracted to someone’s scent. It was like how men couldn’t help but look at beautiful women.

Xia Ranyue felt her body reacting strangely, but she didn’t mind the change.

He Ange had saved her life. It was natural to feel grateful and attracted to a heroic savior. It made sense.

If she had suddenly liked his scent for no reason, she would have been suspicious, wondering if he had drugged her or used some strange artifact to manipulate her.

But now, she had no doubts. He Ange had risked his life for her. He was genuine. She couldn’t doubt him.

Xia Ranyue was someone who repaid kindness. She treated others as they treated her.

With these thoughts, she reassured herself and let go of her worries. She accepted her feelings and allowed herself to cling to He Ange, enjoying his scent and satisfying her possessive instincts.

As they walked, she stayed close to him, under the pretense of helping an injured person.

Halfway back, He Ange suddenly stopped.

Seeing her puzzled look, he clicked his tongue and furrowed his brow.

“We need to discuss something important,” he said.

“Discuss?” she asked, confused.

“Think about it. If we run into the sect’s people, how will we explain our disheveled appearances?” he asked.

“We’ll say I was kidnapped by the Demon Sect’s Holy Son, and you infiltrated the enemy camp to rescue me,” she suggested.

“What?” he exclaimed.

…

Yong’an City, Pavilion Near the Abyss Spirit Hall Ruins

The silver-haired fairy, An Luo Yi, sat up, holding her head. She scanned the room, her mind racing as she remembered something important. She grabbed her sword and headed for the door.

Outside the pavilion, several female cultivators saw her wake up and quickly stopped her.

“Senior Sister Luo Yi, the Demon Sect’s chaos has been suppressed. Yong’an City is safe now. Please rest a bit longer,” one of them said.

“Have you found He Ange?” she asked urgently.

“Junior Brother He Ange? Isn’t he at the Shengxu Sect?” another asked, puzzled.

“!”

An Luo Yi gritted her teeth, feeling a wave of anxiety.

She vaguely remembered seeing He Ange’s silhouette during the explosion in the underground labyrinth. He had saved her.

But the details were hazy. She wasn’t sure if it was a real memory or a hallucination.

Regardless, He Ange was still missing.

The Holy Son of the Demon Sect’s self-detonation had cut off her last lead.

The letter had been written by Nightfall, and He Ange had indeed gone missing as it described. With Nightfall dead, who could tell her the truth?

Trying to calm herself, An Luo Yi sat back down, contemplating her next move.

Just then, a female cultivator burst into the room, her face alight with excitement.

“Senior Sister Luo Yi, great news! He Ange has returned!”

“!!!” An Luo Yi’s eyes widened in shock and joy.

“Yes, I just saw him. He and Junior Sister Ranyue were holding hands, looking like a pair of survivors. It’s truly a cause for celebration!”