After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 9 - A Girl’s Figure, A Mature Woman’s Aura

“He Ange, you hesitated for so long before kneeling to me, yet you knelt to that human fairy without a second thought.”

The voice came from a fairy with jade-green hair, sitting gracefully on He Ange’s bed.

This fairy, clad in feathered robes, had an ethereal presence. Standing at about 1.6 meters tall, she had a youthful face with phoenix-like features. Her jade-colored hair draped over her shoulders, and her silk dress made her appear like a divine spirit straight out of a painting, exuding an otherworldly sense of beauty and distance.

Her face was naturally youthful and pure, with emerald phoenix scales adorning her cheeks and the corners of her eyes, like intricate carvings. The scales extended to her forehead, where they formed a spiritual mark between her brows.

“Master? Y-You’re here...?”

He Ange was genuinely nervous this time. While he could still smile politely in front of Qin Shiyan, facing this true spirit fairy left him drenched in cold sweat.

This was no ordinary master—this was the true Feng Yuan, the one who had saved He Ange’s life in the abyss. Not only that, but she was also revered as a deity by countless demonic cultists.

To put it simply, she was the ultimate boss of the evil faction in this world.

“You’re still standing?”

Feng Yuan glanced at He Ange, who immediately prepared to kneel in reverence.

But just as his knees were about to touch the ground, Feng Yuan casually lifted her pale, delicate foot, and an invisible force held him up, preventing him from kneeling.

“That’s enough.”

Her voice was lazy and indifferent, devoid of emotion, yet soft and ethereal, pleasing to the ear.

“You’ve been performing well lately. I’ll allow you to sit.”

Relieved, He Ange quickly grabbed a stool and sat across from his master.

Her name was Feng Yuan, a true spirit phoenix fairy who had been sealed in the abyss. Her name suited her ethereal presence perfectly.

“Master, when I swore allegiance to you, it was a genuine life choice. As for bowing to Fairy Qin, that was purely for survival.”

He Ange sat respectfully, explaining himself.

“Is that so.”

Feng Yuan’s toes tapped lightly, showing she wasn’t one to fuss over small matters.

After a moment, she seemed to recall something. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed a crimson pill to He Ange.

“This is a Sha Pill I refined myself. It contains enough abyssal energy to sustain your cultivation for a while. Take it.”

Seeing He Ange hold the pill with a mix of awe and gratitude, Feng Yuan turned her gaze to the window, her tone casual and distant.

“Now that you’ve successfully entered the inner sect, you’ve infiltrated the Shengxu Sect’s core. Well done. Consider this your reward.”

“I see. Thank you, Master!”

He Ange couldn’t hide his excitement.

A Sha Pill refined by Feng Yuan was leagues above any demonic pill on the market—priceless and unattainable.

In all his years under Feng Yuan’s tutelage, he had never received such a valuable reward.

Perhaps following a villainous boss wasn’t so bad after all.

“Good. At least you recognize my kindness.”

Despite her words, Feng Yuan’s expression remained stoic.

Her gaze returned to He Ange, her phoenix-like eyes narrowing slightly. Her tone grew colder, carrying a hint of abyssal chill.

“He Ange, you’ve accepted my initial embrace. My blood flows through your veins. From now on, you are destined to have no ties with the righteous path...”

Though she didn’t finish her sentence, He Ange understood the implication.

“Thank you for your concern, Master. Your disciple will act with caution.”

Sensing the weight of her words, He Ange quickly knelt on one knee, bowing his head in gratitude.

He had a hunch as to why Feng Yuan had come to reward him today.

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It was likely because Qin Shiyan had promised him access to the Treasure Pavilion’s resources. Feng Yuan might have feared he’d be swayed by such an offer and turn traitor. The Sha Pill was her way of keeping him loyal.

“...”

Feng Yuan opened her lips as if to say something, then hesitated.

With a soft sigh, she finally spoke.

“One more thing. The forbidden grounds behind the Shengxu Sect contain an ancient sacred scroll. I command you to retrieve it for our sect.”

“The forbidden grounds?” He Ange frowned. “Only true disciples are allowed there.”

“Then become a true disciple.”

Her tone was straightforward, leaving no room for negotiation.

After a brief pause, He Ange nodded. He had already accepted the Sha Pill; refusing her request wasn’t an option.

With her instructions delivered, Feng Yuan let out a soft hum and stood up, her ethereal figure gliding toward the door.

As she passed through He Ange, her spiritual form left no physical trace.

“I’ll await your news.”

With those parting words, Feng Yuan’s figure faded into the air.

Once his true master was gone, He Ange collapsed onto his bed, exhausted.

Stealing the sacred scroll from the forbidden grounds...?

That was a monumental task, one that could potentially alert the entire cultivation world. It was like an SSR-level challenge in a hell-difficulty game.

Still, He Ange didn’t feel as overwhelmed as he expected.

Most of his fatigue came from staying up all night cultivating and dueling Wang Qiong earlier. He hadn’t had a proper rest in a while.

As for Feng Yuan’s mission...

He decided to ignore it for now.

After years of dealing with Feng Yuan, He Ange had a decent grasp of her personality. Despite her cold demeanor, she wasn’t particularly demanding. She hadn’t set a deadline for the mission, which meant it wasn’t urgent.

Feng Yuan had been sealed in the abyss for thousands of years. She wasn’t in a rush to get the scroll anytime soon.

This gave He Ange plenty of leeway to procrastinate. After all, he was only at the early Foundation Establishment stage. Attempting to steal the sacred scroll now would be suicidal.

Besides, Feng Yuan was the ultimate boss of the abyss, the final villain. He Ange was just a low-ranking lackey. Why should he risk his life for her grand resurrection plan?

“Eh, things will work themselves out.”

“Knowing I’m just a ‘waste,’ I don’t need to overthink. I’ll take the Sha Pill, then enjoy a good nap. Sounds perfect.”

With that, He Ange pulled the blanket over himself and drifted off to sleep.

—How can you sleep at a time like this?!

—Sorry, lazy dogs can sleep anytime.

…

…

Yanmo Peak, Main Hall

Late afternoon, as the sun set, a wounded disciple knelt in the main hall, his chest wrapped in bandages.

“Fairy Mo, you must seek justice for me!”

“That bastard He Ange and that witch An Luo Yi—they injured eight of my disciples and then had the audacity to seriously wound me and steal my inner sect spot!”

The boy’s eyes were red from crying, his voice trembling with indignation.

At the head of the hall, Fairy Mo sat cross-legged on her throne, her head resting on one hand as she absentmindedly stroked the black cat in her lap. She seemed utterly uninterested in Wang Qiong’s complaints.

The disciples standing beside Wang Qiong exchanged awkward glances.

Finally, a senior disciple with a kind face and neatly tied hair stepped forward, placing a hand on Wang Qiong’s shoulder.

“Sixth Brother, you should go back. Master isn’t in a good mood today.”

This was Wang Yuan, the second son of the Wang family.

Seeing his older brother, Wang Qiong grew even more agitated.

“But, Second Brother... If it weren’t for that damn He Ange, I would’ve entered the inner sect today! How can I swallow this humiliation?”

Wang Yuan’s polite smile faded. He shoved Wang Qiong aside and stomped on him twice.

“You still have the nerve to talk!”

“Master gave you so many pills, and I taught you countless techniques... Yet you lost in three moves! Did everything I taught you go in one ear and out the other?”

After venting his frustration, Wang Yuan helped his brother up.

Despite his disappointment, Wang Qiong was still family. Ignoring his plight would only invite gossip.

Turning to Fairy Mo, Wang Yuan bowed respectfully.

“Master, my brother deserves punishment for his failure. But surely He Ange and An Luo Yi share some blame?”

“According to my brother, the duel had already ended, yet He Ange provoked him further by using a woman to humiliate him!”

“This is intolerable!”

Wang Yuan’s righteous indignation was palpable as he knelt on one knee.

The other disciples quickly followed suit, bowing under his lead.

After a long silence, Fairy Mo sighed and opened her cold eyes.

“Wang Qiong, your father asked me to help you enter the inner sect. If you didn’t make it this month, we’ll try again next month.”

“As for your grudge over the duel, handle it yourselves. I have no time for such trivial matters.”

With that, she closed her eyes and resumed petting her black cat.

The disciples bowed in acknowledgment and prepared to leave.

But just as they reached the door, Fairy Mo added:

“Be careful of the An family’s eldest daughter. She never hesitates to kill.”