After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 14 - The Silver-Haired Fairy Bathing

Xia Ranyue had never been this angry in her life.

She realized she had completely misjudged He Ange. She had thought too highly of him. He had taken her first time, drained her spiritual energy, and left her in shambles. Those, she could begrudgingly chalk up to her own naivety.

But what she couldn’t accept was the revelation that she wasn’t even his only “prey.”

To think that night, this scumbag had the audacity to claim it was his first time as well!

“He was definitely laughing at me on the inside!”

The thought of He Ange possibly engaging in unspeakable acts with those noblewomen made Xia Ranyue feel utterly humiliated. She had thought her misstep was a rare accident, only to discover she was just one of many fish in He Ange’s vast pond.

To be honest, as a fox demon, Xia Ranyue considered herself quite open-minded.

But no matter how open-minded she was, He Ange’s speed at seducing women was beyond her comprehension. It shattered her innocent worldview.

Was he really capable of flirting with three or four women in a single night?

Oh, in that case, she supposed she should feel honored to have received his one-on-one attention.

She could admit her failure in dual cultivation.

But she couldn’t forgive the emotional betrayal.

“He Ange, you’d better have a damn good explanation for this!”

Grinding her teeth, Xia Ranyue swallowed her anger and decided to confront He Ange with the recorded evidence.

…

Morning

At the crack of dawn, An Luo Yi had already shed her robes and stepped into the spiritual spring atop the snowy mountain for her morning bath.

As she soaked, she remembered a gift He Ange had given her and carefully retrieved it from her storage necklace. She took out a small bar of soap and placed it in the spring.

According to He Ange, this was called “Immortal Herb Soap,” made from pure, natural spiritual herbs. When dissolved in spring water, it could cleanse the body and leave a fragrant scent.

He Ange had explained that while cultivators didn’t need to metabolize sweat, they weren’t yet at the level of true immortals. Daily life inevitably led to some grime, and regular soap was too harsh for a woman’s skin. That’s why he had specially crafted this refined herbal soap.

“Does it really smell that good?”

An Luo Yi raised her elegant eyebrows as the water turned a faint pink hue from the soap.

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Curious, she cupped some water in her hands and brought it to her nose, taking a gentle sniff.

“It does smell nice... Normally, such fragrances are exclusive to the Hehuan Sect in the Western Region and are sold at exorbitant prices in the sect. How did He Ange manage to make something like this?”

Thinking of her talented junior brother, the fairy couldn’t help but furrow her brows in mild concern.

From a young age, He Ange had a knack for creating strange and unique items.

By all accounts, he should have been a natural for artifact crafting or alchemy. But fate had made him a swordsmanship prodigy instead…

“If only he put as much effort into cultivation as he does into these little projects, he might already be a true disciple living on the peak next to mine.”

Sighing, An Luo Yi glanced toward the towering snowy peak to the west of her own.

Her mountain was called Luo Xue Peak.

The neighboring peak was Yuan Xue Peak.

When An Luo Yi first became a true disciple, she had chosen Luo Xue and Yuan Xue Peaks as her residence and its neighboring mountain. She had hoped that one day, when He Ange also became a true disciple, he could live next door to her.

But that dream seemed increasingly unrealistic.

She wasn’t the sect master. Other disciples who advanced to true discipleship had the right to choose their residence from the available peaks. She could reserve Yuan Xue Peak once or twice, but monopolizing it indefinitely would be too domineering.

By now, An Luo Yi had given up on that impractical idea.

Forget becoming a true disciple—He Ange merely reaching Foundation Establishment was already a historic breakthrough for her.

“Maybe I shouldn’t keep pressing him so hard, forcing him to cultivate.”

“But if I don’t push him, he won’t make any effort at all. He spends his days either sleeping or sneaking off the mountain to fool around...”

Sighing again, the silver-haired fairy lowered her gaze, her heart heavy with worry over He Ange.

She splashed some water on her face, then straightened up, her icy-clear eyes regaining their sharp focus.

While she couldn’t control long-term matters, she could certainly take charge of today’s swordsmanship class.

Why?

Because yesterday, An Luo Yi had specifically requested permission from the sect master to serve as a demonstration assistant for today’s class.

Normally, inner sect classes were taught by elders who lectured from a high platform. True disciples would occasionally assist by demonstrating techniques for the younger disciples to observe and learn.

An Luo Yi had never been interested in teaching juniors.

But today, she was motivated. This was her chance to personally oversee He Ange’s cultivation during class.

Everyone knew that An Luo Yi was the most skilled swordswoman among the true disciples.

If she wanted to assist in teaching, which elder would dare refuse her?

“Since I’m going to be on stage, I might as well dress up a bit.”

After her bath, An Luo Yi opened her wardrobe, which she hadn’t touched in a while.

Thanks to He Ange, An Luo Yi, who usually wore plain white cultivation robes, had gradually learned to appreciate fashion. Her wardrobe was now surprisingly extensive.

Without exception, all the beautiful dresses in her collection were gifts from He Ange.

Every month, he would bring her new outfits, asking her to try them on and give feedback. If something didn’t look right, he would take it back for adjustments.

At first, An Luo Yi found it annoying. She wasn’t He Ange’s personal dress-up doll.

But as time went on, she noticed his craftsmanship improving. The dresses became more and more beautiful…

And more importantly, whenever she wore a stunning outfit, He Ange’s eyes would light up with admiration and appreciation. She enjoyed the way he looked at her in those moments.

So eventually, she stopped refusing his requests to try on clothes.

Over time, An Luo Yi not only learned to dress up but also developed a refined sense of aesthetics, thanks to He Ange’s influence.

“Since so many people will be watching, I’ll keep it simple with a blue and white dress.”

Spinning in front of the mirror, the silver-haired fairy admired her new outfit, feeling quite satisfied.

Pleased with her appearance, she summoned her Silver Phoenix Sword from her waist and carefully inspected its blade in the morning sunlight.

Perfectly maintained, as always.

…

8:00 a.m.

After finishing breakfast, He Ange returned to the Shengxu Sect.

According to his master, the swordsmanship class would begin at noon. That gave him three hours to rest.

He decided to head back to his dormitory.

When he had advanced to the inner sect, He Ange had deliberately chosen a dormitory located in the most secluded part of the male dorms, nestled along a quiet forest path. He valued his privacy and often went out at night, so living too close to other disciples would increase the risk of being discovered.

Of course, living alone wasn’t without its downsides.

For instance, when he returned to his dorm in the morning, he might find two women at his doorstep, ready to draw swords at each other…