After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 130 - "He Ange, Did You Miss Me?"

The Fox Clan meeting’s conclusion was disrupted by Xia Ranyue’s sudden outburst.

No matter what Xia Zhiyue said, or how He Ange felt, Xia Ranyue was adamant—she was going with He Ange, no questions asked.

Xia Zhiyue didn’t want her to come, but Xia Ranyue brought up the events of that fateful night, accusing Xia Zhiyue of trying to kill He Ange. This left Xia Zhiyue speechless, unable to refute her claims.

In the end, neither sister was willing to back down.

Helpless, Xia Zhiyue, knowing she had lost credibility due to her actions that night, reluctantly agreed to let Xia Ranyue join them.

In truth, Xia Zhiyue didn’t mind.

She now understood that He Ange was a man who responded to gentleness, not force. Xia Zhiyue had no intention of pushing him further tonight. She knew that bullying He Ange would only make him hold a grudge. If pushed too far, he might even abandon his pursuit of the token just to retaliate against her.

That was an outcome Xia Zhiyue didn’t want.

As a Sacred Maiden of the Fox Clan for over a century, Xia Zhiyue wasn’t foolish. Though proud and stubborn, she was capable of learning. Last time, she underestimated He Ange’s pride as a man. This time, she wouldn’t make the same mistake. She was trying to figure out what He Ange liked.

She planned to appeal to his desires first, then use temptation and coercion to make him submit.

So,

Even if Xia Ranyue insisted on coming along to supervise, Xia Zhiyue wasn’t particularly worried.

But,

Xia Ranyue was feeling uneasy.

She had brought He Ange back to show him off, only to have him catch the attention of her Sacred Maiden sister.

It was like bringing a pure girlfriend to a delinquent’s house—no matter how vigilant you are, it’s hard to guard against someone from your own family!

Xia Ranyue was starting to regret her decision.

At the same time, she felt a growing sense of urgency.

Back at the Saint Void Sect, He Ange had been low-key, acting obediently, and hadn’t attracted much attention from the female disciples.

But now, outside the sect, He Ange’s true nature had been unleashed. His charisma had skyrocketed, and his strength had risen sharply. In the Fox Clan, he had overcome every obstacle, earning the admiration of even the elders.

In short, Xia Ranyue always knew He Ange was exceptional, but she hadn’t expected him to be this exceptional!

It was absurd.

Having an outstanding man was great, but if he was too outstanding, it became a nightmare for Xia Ranyue.

She was just an eighteen-year-old Nine-Tailed Fox in the Foundation Establishment stage. Her reputation and status in the Fox Clan were nowhere near enough to control someone like He Ange!

Forget about the young fox maids from earlier.

Now, even her own sister, the Sacred Maiden of the Fox Clan, was vying for He Ange. How could Xia Ranyue possibly compete?

Against someone as proud and powerful as Xia Zhiyue, Xia Ranyue couldn’t rely on her strength to keep He Ange. She could only rely on her charm and sincerity.

This was why Xia Ranyue felt immense pressure.

Xia Zhiyue had power and influence.

She could tempt He Ange with her beauty and offer him career opportunities.

But Xia Ranyue only had her charm.

That was the harsh reality of competition.

However, Xia Ranyue wasn’t entirely pessimistic. While Xia Zhiyue had better conditions, she didn’t understand He Ange as well as Xia Ranyue did.

Xia Ranyue could easily win He Ange’s favor, have him hold her in his arms, and gently coax her to sleep.

That alone was something Xia Zhiyue wouldn’t figure out for months.

During that time, Xia Ranyue had the advantage.

In conclusion,

The situation wasn’t too dire—she still had the upper hand.

As long as Xia Ranyue acted quickly and secured He Ange’s heart, like Senior Sister Luo Yi had done, there would be no room for Xia Zhiyue in He Ange’s heart.

She could just sit in the corner and sulk.

Thinking this, Xia Ranyue’s lips curled into a smug smile, revealing her cute little tiger teeth. She let out a soft, silvery laugh, her mood lifted.

Walking back to the palace, she suddenly hugged the white-robed youth beside her, nuzzling her head into his chest like a spoiled child.

He Ange raised an eyebrow but didn’t resist. He simply patted the little fox’s head.

“Since I was little, my sister never gave me anything. She always took away the things I liked, saying it was to protect me, for my own good...”

Resting her head on his shoulder, she murmured, her enchanting eyes filled with memories and longing.

After a moment,

Xia Ranyue stopped walking, cupping her beloved’s face with both hands, her enchanting eyes bright.

She suddenly stood on tiptoe, jumping up to plant a soft, cherry-pink kiss on his cheek—

“But at least, my beloved is something my sister can never take away, right?”

“...”

He Ange was momentarily stunned.

He brought his fingers together, gently tapping the little fox’s forehead, rubbing it affectionately.

Then, he pinched her soft, rosy cheeks, his clear eyes meeting hers.

As the sun set,

He smiled faintly.

“I don’t know if anyone can take you away, but I do know... one day, I might just put you in a black sack and take you home.”

Who wouldn’t want to bring a wild little fox girl home?

…

The sun dipped below the horizon.

After dinner, He Ange left the palace alone, heading to a secluded cherry wood grove.

As he stopped, a shadow flickered behind him. Moments later, a mist of vibrant colors appeared before him, dissipating to reveal the petite girl with green-red hair kneeling on one knee.

Since the clan meeting ended, Xuanque had been following He Ange, waiting for a chance to speak privately.

And He Ange had come to this deserted grove knowing this.

However...

“Elder Xuanque, do you not have any other clothes?”

Seeing the girl’s inappropriate attire, He Ange closed his eyes in exasperation, feeling a strong sense of guilt.

It was her outfit.

When Xuanque knelt, her loose silk cloth slipped, leaving her chest exposed. And He Ange, standing directly in front of her, couldn’t avoid the view.

To be honest, He Ange wasn’t interested.

Even if he saw, it didn’t excite him—it only made him feel sinful.

“Lord Ange, I don’t understand what you mean...”

“Uh, just pull your clothes up first,” He Ange said, eyes shut, unable to look.

Xuanque tilted her head curiously, glancing down: “Hmm?”

She stared at her chest for a while, seemingly unbothered.

Perhaps, having spent so long in the secret realm, Xuanque lacked human modesty. As a bird spirit, she didn’t see the issue.

Still, since it was Lord Ange’s suggestion, Xuanque obediently adjusted her clothing.

“This silk cloth... it was a gift from the Phoenix Spirit,” she said, looking troubled.

Her words made He Ange feel even more conflicted, curiosity welling up.

Initially, Xuanque had seemed like a formidable cultist, her presence intimidating even the Sacred Maiden. But after recognizing He Ange’s ring, her demeanor had completely changed—she became humble, cautious, and far less menacing.

Honestly, none of Feng Yuan’s followers that He Ange knew were like this. They were all tough and unyielding...

But Xuanque seemed pitiful and weak.

“You’re really not dressed for travel. Let me give you something to make do for now.”

He Ange sighed, pulling a pouch from his pocket.

Xuanque accepted it, opening it to find small, delicate yellow fabric pieces.

She held the pouch curiously, unsure of its purpose.

All she knew...

Was that it was a gift from Lord Ange, possibly on behalf of the Phoenix Spirit.

Seeing her confusion, He Ange picked up one of the yellow pieces and explained:

“This is called a bandage, from my homeland. You peel it open and stick it to your... important areas. That way, even if your clothes slip, you’ll still be covered.” (tln : fck, he ange, you are really a biggest pervert)

“Important areas?” Xuanque tilted her head, her enchanting eyes narrowing.

After a moment, she understood, her cheeks faintly blushing.

She vaguely remembered that in the human world, exposing one’s chest was considered highly inappropriate for women.

No wonder...

Carefully, Xuanque peeled a bandage, while He Ange turned away to give her privacy.

After some time, Xuanque patted her flat chest, smiling:

“Lord Ange, is this okay?”

“Yes, as long as it’s covered. Don’t expose yourself to others... As for your clothes, I’ll ask my master if she can make you something more suitable.”

He Ange sighed.

The first part of his statement warmed Xuanque’s heart.

But the second part left her stunned—

“Master? You can ask the Phoenix Spirit to make clothes for me?”

“Wait, Lord Ange, is your master...?”

To Xuanque’s knowledge, the Phoenix Spirit had never taken on a disciple. In ancient times, her followers all addressed her as “Master.”

And now, this white-robed youth called her “Master”?

“You don’t know my master? Feng Yuan.”

He Ange raised an eyebrow.

“You... you dare speak the Phoenix Spirit’s name directly?!”

Xuanque was shocked.

In the past, speaking the Phoenix Spirit’s name was considered blasphemy!

Even though she was now sealed in the abyss, He Ange was her proxy. His every action was relayed to her through the ring... Wasn’t he afraid of divine punishment?

Xuanque stepped back, trembling, watching He Ange.

But nothing happened.

He Ange was confused.

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“Why wouldn’t I say my master’s name?”

“So, Lord Ange, you’re the Phoenix Spirit’s disciple?”

“Of course.”

“...”

Xuanque was speechless. She cautiously approached, studying He Ange closely.

After a moment, she nodded thoughtfully:

“No wonder... Lord Ange seems so weak.”

“Compared to you, Elder Xuanque, I am weak,” He Ange replied with an awkward smile.

The girl tilted her head, curious.

She looked at him seriously, murmuring:

“So, the Phoenix Spirit is still alive... And Lord Ange is close to her.”

Thinking this, Xuanque’s enchanting eyes softened with nostalgia and relief.

After a moment, she hesitated:

“Lord Ange, did the Phoenix Spirit give you any instructions regarding me?”

Her cheeks flushed with excitement, her voice trembling with hope.

As someone unaware of Xuanque’s history, He Ange felt awkward.

Xuanque’s reverence was clearly due to Feng Yuan. She likely thought He Ange was sent by the Phoenix Spirit...

But in truth, Feng Yuan had never mentioned Xuanque to He Ange.

After a moment of thought, he turned away, casually saying:

“My master’s words are not for me to reveal. If you wish to see her, I can take you to the abyss someday.”

“You mean... I can see the Phoenix Spirit? Really?! Really?! REALLY?!”

“?”

…

In the abyss,

The youthful, phoenix-scaled girl sitting on a wooden chair sneezed unexpectedly.

She had a feeling...

That certain disciple of hers was talking behind her back again.

Could it be...

He was calling her short again?

Thinking this, Feng Yuan raised an eyebrow, her small foot tapping in annoyance.

“I’ll deal with you later,” she muttered, pouting.

…

Dragon Dynasty, Tianxuan Gate.

Beneath the golden celestial scroll in the sky, rows of celestial servants stood in formation.

Whenever the Empress issued a decree, the celestial servants would gather.

This time, the decree announced the Cherry Sea Secret Realm’s certification trial, set to take place in three days—

At the back of the crowd, a silver-haired fairy dressed in a green celestial robe looked up at the scroll, her enchanting eyes glinting with recognition.

Her lips curved into a faint smile, her cold expression softening with a hint of warmth.

“He Ange, did you miss me?”