After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 98 - "The Fairy’s Body is Becoming Less Cooperative"

Leaving the Li residence, He Ange could consider his work in the capital a resounding success.

Among the Four Great Families, he had secured the approval of three, which meant he was halfway to passing the certification for direct discipleship.

As for the remaining half, it would depend on the difficulty of this year’s secret realm trial.

If it was another simple task like picking snow lotuses in the Northern Secret Realm, He Ange could practically win while lying down. He could even gather a cartful of snow lotuses from his master’s collection and sell them to other disciples at a stall.

But what if it was a secret realm unfamiliar to him?

In that case, not only would he have to contend with fellow cultivators, but he might also encounter native demonic sects or rogue cultists within the realm.

To increase his chances of survival, the key was still to raise his cultivation level.

Which meant his dual cultivation plans with his senior sister needed to stay on schedule.

It was getting late.

He Ange decided it was time to return and check on An Luo Yi, to see if she had been obediently following his “no-desire” restriction.

…

An Luo Yi was destined for a sleepless night.

Her plans had been thwarted multiple times, leaving her repeatedly forced into a state of calm. And He Ange, the shamelessly oblivious straight man, seemed utterly unaware of her feelings. At this point, she might as well strip naked and throw herself onto his bed...

“Senior Sister, I’ve dealt with those people,” He Ange said as he returned, precisely two hours later.

But An Luo Yi, leaning against her bed, had already resigned herself to the monotony of life.

“Oh...” she replied flatly, her tone devoid of emotion.

He Ange undressed and climbed into bed, shamelessly pulling her into his arms.

“Let’s sleep, Senior Sister,” he said casually.

“...”

An Luo Yi raised an eyebrow, staring at him in disbelief.

She couldn’t understand how he could experience such an intense atmosphere earlier, only to come back and nonchalantly suggest going to sleep.

Did he truly find her so devoid of charm? Was his apparent attraction to her just an act?

But she knew he was capable in that regard—very capable, in fact.

The thought stirred some mischief in her. She considered slipping her hand into his pants to see if his body would react to her.

But when she turned her head, she found him already fast asleep, holding her tightly.

Once again, her rekindled hopes were doused with cold water.

Tonight...

It seemed nothing would happen.

An Luo Yi sighed. With her desires sealed, she wasn’t overwhelmed by frustration. But she still felt a twinge of disappointment and regret.

“He Ange, I hate you,” she muttered, her eyes filled with quiet resentment.

Turning her back to him, she lay down, unwilling to look at his face any longer.

But before long, he moved closer, wrapping his arms around her from behind. His hands rested on her abdomen, his chest pressed against her back, and his legs tangled with her black silk-covered thighs, as if he were using her as a body pillow.

Because An Luo Yi’s body was naturally cold, his warmth quickly seeped into her.

“Hehe... Snuggling with Senior Sister feels so nice and cool...” he mumbled in his sleep, his words as silly as his actions.

An Luo Yi’s cheeks flushed slightly, but thanks to the restriction, she wasn’t easily aroused by his touch.

Turning to face him, she wrapped her arms around him, resting her forehead against his.

“Goodnight... Senior Sister,” he murmured.

“Goodnight,” she replied softly.

…

The next morning, An Luo Yi was awakened by a certain... pressure.

Opening her eyes, she saw that He Ange was still sound asleep, snoring softly like a little pig.

Had he been holding her like this all night?

Why didn’t she feel any desire?

Even though her body had clearly reacted, her mind remained calm and clear.

Was this the effect of his restriction?

Curious, she touched her abdomen, finding it warm and tingling with his lingering spiritual energy.

Logically, the restriction was effective. It helped her maintain her composure, preventing impulsive actions and sparing her from embarrassing herself in front of him.

But emotionally, it was frustrating.

There had been so many opportunities to take things further with He Ange, but the restriction kept her from acting on her desires. Without the urge, she remained rational, and her rationality resisted getting too close to him too soon.

Sighing, An Luo Yi grabbed a towel to clean herself up.

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Before He Ange could wake up, she quickly dressed in her immortal robes and left the bedroom.

This was mortifying!

If he found out, she wouldn’t be able to explain herself.

She decided to soak in the hot springs to cleanse her body and clear her mind.

And perhaps, she thought, she should examine her meridians. Lately, her body seemed increasingly uncooperative, her self-control slipping whenever He Ange was near. It was becoming a problem.

…

The Li residence was anything but peaceful that morning.

The two-day banquet had ended, but Li Zijing’s anger had not subsided. Humiliated on the sparring stage, he had passed out in disgrace. Now, as he woke, his fury burned anew.

As a fifth-ranked immortal attendant of the Dragon Dynasty, how could he face his peers after such a public embarrassment?

Determined to address the matter, he stormed into his father’s chambers.

“Father, I must speak about yesterday’s humiliation,” he declared, his eyes blazing.

But to his surprise, the City Lord remained indifferent.

“You’ve already lost. The Li family’s reputation is in shambles. What more is there to say?”

“?!”

Li Zijing was stunned. His father, who had always doted on him, was now chastising him?

True, his fainting spell on the stage had been disgraceful. But for his father to scold him so harshly?

Kneeling on the floor, Li Zijing gritted his teeth.

“Yesterday’s events were indeed shameful...”

“But Father, don’t you think An Luo Yi went too far?!”

He looked up, his voice filled with indignation.

From his seat, the City Lord closed his eyes.

“Do you really think An Luo Yi would even consider you now? And even if she did, what could you possibly do to someone like her?”

“Fine, I can’t touch An Luo Yi. But what about that brat, He Ange?!” Li Zijing shifted his focus, directing his anger toward He Ange.

The City Lord sighed, shaking his head.

“Let it go, Zijing. If you provoke anyone close to An Luo Yi, you’ll only bring more trouble upon yourself.”

“Father! How can you just let this go?!” Li Zijing exclaimed, his voice trembling with frustration.

He couldn’t understand why his father, who had always supported him, was now so unwilling to act against the An family.

“I’m doing this for your own good. An Luo Yi’s Ice Phoenix Sword nearly destroyed the entire capital yesterday. Do you really want to provoke her further?”

The City Lord slammed his hand on the table, his voice stern.

Li Zijing stared at his father, his heart heavy with disappointment.

“Father... you’ve grown old. You weren’t always this timid...”

He stood, his head bowed, his voice filled with quiet bitterness.

It was true. His father, a late-stage Core Formation cultivator, had reached the limits of his power and influence.

But Li Zijing had seen more. In the Dragon Dynasty, he had met the True Dragon Empress and her court of immortal attendants. His horizons had expanded far beyond the confines of the Li residence.

An Luo Yi, a mere peak Core Formation cultivator, and He Ange, a Foundation Establishment brat?

They were nothing compared to the powerhouses of the Dragon Dynasty.

If his father wouldn’t help him, Li Zijing would turn to his own connections.

Among the immortal attendants of the Dragon Dynasty, he knew several late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators and even a few early-stage Divine Transformation masters. Many of them owed him favors.

With their support, he could easily crush his enemies.

An Luo Yi?

She was nothing.

Smirking coldly, Li Zijing’s eyes gleamed with malice.

“Fine.”

“If Father won’t help me, I’ll find someone who will.”

With that, he turned and left, his resolve unshaken.

…

Dragon Dynasty, Sacred Court, Law Temple.

On the rooftop, a white-robed elder stood, his hands clasped behind his back. His demeanor was serene, exuding the aura of a seasoned immortal.

Before him, a projection replayed the scene of the “Silver-Haired Fairy and the Ice Phoenix Sword” from the capital.

After a long moment, the elder deactivated the projection and raised his withered hand. A pale blue spirit orb appeared, its core spinning as it generated energy.

But as the core reached its limit, it suddenly exploded, ceasing all activity.

“The Abyss Spirit Orb... the ultimate treasure sought by every spiritual cultivator... and now it’s in the hands of a mere sword cultivator. What a waste,” the elder murmured, gazing at the shattered replica in his hand.

With a heavy sigh, he looked to the heavens, his expression filled with regret.