After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 142 - "The Child Doesnt Understand, Just Playing Around"

When He Ange followed Jue Wuqing into the Cherry Sea Secret Realm, he already anticipated how Jue Wuqing and his group would treat him as “cannon fodder.”

Sure enough,

Initially, Jue Wuqing was quite friendly and helpful. As the leader, he patiently guided He Ange and the others, taking shortcuts. In just half an hour, while other sect disciples were still fighting in the outskirts, He Ange’s group had already reached the secret realm’s end, arriving at a cherry wood dragon pool.

The area was vast, and the pool wasn’t deep, but on a small island at the pool’s end resided a massive, fearsome Nascent Soul stage sword dragon.

To pass through the island’s path, they would inevitably provoke the sword dragon, inciting its wrath.

According to Jue Wuqing,

The sword dragon’s level was equivalent to at least a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator. With its sharp scales and tough hide, its actual combat power might be even higher.

Forget a Nascent Soul stage sword dragon.

Even a Nascent Soul stage cultivator could dominate the secret realm, easily defeating the Core Formation stage cultivators participating in the certification exam.

In Jue Wuqing’s team, the highest cultivation was only at the peak of Core Formation.

For Jue Wuqing and his group, a direct fight was out of the question. It would not only result in casualties but also waste time, and it would be troublesome if other sect cultivators discovered them.

So,

Jue Wuqing proposed a clever plan.

Based on his past life memories, he knew the sword dragon was vengeful. If someone hurt it first, it would relentlessly target that person.

This was the key to passing.

They just needed someone to draw its aggro, allowing the others to fly over the pool and easily pass through.

The downside was…

It was costly in terms of people.

Don’t ask how Jue Wuqing knew.

In his past life, he was the unlucky one pushed to draw aggro.

…

…

“Brother, why not let you draw the aggro?”

“He Ange, you wouldn’t want your senior sister to witness you being killed by sect cultivators, would you?”

“Useless thing, just do it! If you refuse, I’ll cut you down right now!”

…

…

In just five minutes, Jue Wuqing and his group revealed their true colors.

During this time,

He Ange listened silently.

Bai Zihua remained indifferent, waiting for orders.

Xia Ranyue’s enchanting eyes were gloomy. She stood behind He Ange, silent, restraining herself, waiting for his decision.

But Xu Xin, with her strong sense of justice, couldn’t hold back.

She stepped forward, angrily accusing Jue Wuqing of going too far, only to be surrounded by the sect cultivators, their intent to force her to die painfully clear.

At the critical moment,

He Ange smiled politely and spoke:

“It’s fine. Since everyone wants me to be the one to draw aggro, I know I’m just a waste. It’s an honor for me to contribute to everyone.”

Duan Zixuan burst into laughter.

“Haha, well said!”

“Waste should know their place~”

As he laughed, many elite sect cultivators also smirked, looking at the white-robed youth in the crowd as if he were a doomed fool.

Xu Xin looked back in disbelief.

She gazed at the youth’s enchanting eyes, filled with both pity and unwillingness:

“Why!”

“Why must Junior Brother Ange suffer this—”

She stopped mid-sentence, noticing He Ange’s clear, untroubled eyes, with a hint of mischief in his smile.

Xu Xin paused.

Though she sensed something, she still couldn’t swallow her anger.

Meanwhile,

He Ange spoke again:

“So, is this the plan?”

“Yes, you go draw the aggro.”

“So, drawing aggro means I just need to be the first to attack the sword dragon, right?”

“Of course, we don’t care how you do it, as long as you’re the first to attack the sword dragon—”

Duan Zixuan continued to sneer, eagerly anticipating the show.

But before he finished speaking, a silver flash suddenly slashed through the air in front of Duan Zixuan.

Immediately, Duan Zixuan felt dizzy, the silver sword’s trajectory missing his eye by just an inch, nearly causing him to collapse in fear.

Clang—!!!

The sword light continued to whistle past, its song long and resonant.

Jue Wuqing and the others shuddered, cold sweat beading on their foreheads.

They turned to look.

The silver sword, like a shooting star, had erupted from behind the white-robed youth, racing toward the small island at the pool’s end.

Along the way, the silver sword moved so fast it left a long afterimage, its momentum intimidating.

Wait.

Hold on…

“He Ange, you didn’t already attack, did you?!!”

Immediately, Duan Zixuan’s face turned pale, his pupils filled with despair as he questioned He Ange.

But before he could finish, the silver sword had already struck the small island behind them, and at the same time, a terrifying explosion erupted.

Boom, boom, boom—!!!

They turned to look again.

This time, everyone was dumbfounded, seeing the once-intact island now leveled by the explosive sword energy, dust billowing, the shockwave sweeping across the lake, causing everyone’s hearts to tremble.

Then, under their shocked gazes, a massive sword dragon spread its wings, roaring furiously at the sect cultivators across the pool.

How could it not be enraged?

It had been napping, dreaming of its lovely little white dragon wife, when suddenly a silver sword wrapped in explosive talismans flew into its lair. Before the sword dragon could react, the yellow runes on the sword exploded, leveling the island it called home!

Even…

Minutes after the explosion, the sword dragon stood in the ruins, still processing what had just happened.

Roar, roar, roar—!!!!

A roar of unprecedented despair and pain echoed from the island.

Meanwhile,

Across the lake, He Ange shrugged innocently:

“Senior Zixuan, did I successfully anger the sword dragon?”

“—???”

Immediately, the sect cultivators looked at him in disbelief, their expressions beyond words.

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Duan Zixuan was nearly furious.

He stepped forward, grabbing the youth’s collar, shouting in anger:

“He Ange, are you insane?”

“Who taught you to draw aggro like this!”

“You blew up the sword dragon’s lair from a distance, how’s it supposed to know it was you?!”

Overwhelmed with anger, Duan Zixuan shook He Ange by the collar.

But at that moment, a massive shadow blocked the sunlight behind him, and the roar of the Nascent Soul sword dragon came from behind—

Roar—!!!

The sword dragon roared with unprecedented fury.

This was a hundred times more anger than the sword dragon Jue Wuqing had encountered in his past life!

Immediately, Jue Wuqing, fearing for his life, slipped away.

At the front of the crowd,

Duan Zixuan, with his back to the sword dragon, held He Ange by the collar.

He Ange faced the sword dragon, smiling warmly, waving a greeting.

Moreover, He Ange pointed at the Heavenly Sword Sect Saint Son holding his collar, his eyes filled with sympathy for the sword dragon’s misfortune.

Meanwhile,

Duan Zixuan sensed something amiss behind him. He swallowed, trembling as he turned to meet the gaze of the massive sword dragon.

During this time, He Ange, behind Duan Zixuan, continued pointing at him, as if saying, “Yes, it was him!”

The sword dragon understood.

Its dragon eyes flashed red, and in an instant, all its aggro focused solely on Duan Zixuan—

???

At that moment,

Duan Zixuan felt as if the word “danger” was written above his head.

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…

Outside the secret realm, in the classical pavilion,

Initially, when An Luo Yi’s killing intent erupted, many sect elders cast curious glances her way.

Even the prestigious sect elders held hostility toward the silver-haired fairy, sneering one after another.

“Celestial Servant An, it’s just a secret realm broadcast. Why such anger?”

“Indeed, Celestial Servant An, you’re young and promising. Don’t let a waste anger you~”

“This secret realm is a fair and open broadcast. Celestial Servant An, surely you don’t intend to break the Dragon Dynasty Empress’s rules and enter the secret realm to confront some Foundation Establishment and Core Formation kids?”

“Hey, you’re being too harsh. Can’t you see Celestial Servant An is busy watching her junior brother about to become cannon fodder?”

They pretended to advise An Luo Yi, but their words were filled with mockery, their expressions smug.

It was a normal interest relationship.

After all, An Luo Yi was a Dragon Dynasty celestial servant cultivated by the Shengxu Sect, not available for use by the sects, so they naturally didn’t welcome her.

For a moment,

An Luo Yi, in her anger, nearly wanted to deal with these old fools.

But the secret realm broadcast wasn’t over, so An Luo Yi held back her anger, focusing on the screen. She watched every move and word of He Ange, the tension palpable.

At some point,

On the dragon pool screen, a silver sword suddenly erupted, destroying the small island across the pool.

Witnessing the explosion,

At that moment, not only did An Luo Yi’s enchanting eyes widen, but the other elders also stared in disbelief at the large screen.

Then,

As the dust settled,

The massive, fearsome sword dragon soared into the sky, crossing the pool to confront the sect disciples.

Finally, under the white-robed youth’s guidance, the sword dragon locked all its killing intent onto the Heavenly Sword Sect’s Taiyuan Saint Son…

At this moment,

The scene turned somewhat comical.

The once-arrogant Saint Son of the Sword Sect was now scrambling and crawling under the sword dragon’s pursuit, cursing He Ange while fleeing in panic.

And more amusingly,

The dignified Saint Son of the Sword Sect, upon being chased, didn’t think of how to counterattack the sword dragon but ran straight to their team leader, Jue Wuqing.

In the end, Duan Zixuan got Jue Wuqing targeted by the sword dragon as well, and they fled together, chased by the dragon.

Witnessing this,

The prestigious sect elders finally lost their composure.

Their faces turned ashen, slamming the table, cursing:

“That damn waste, he did it on purpose!”

“Exactly, that kid deliberately blew up the sword dragon’s lair!”

“If he wants to die, fine, but now he’s dragged everyone into the sword dragon’s wrath with his reckless actions!”

The prestigious elders’ faces were grim.

Their elite cultivators had been humiliated on screen, publicly disgracing the sects’ usual dignity.

But at that moment,

At the front of the crowd, the silver-haired fairy in the golden dragon robe couldn’t help but laugh, elegantly covering her mouth, her laughter melodious and delightful.

She turned, her lips curling, her cold eyes smiling at the furious prestigious elders:

“My junior brother is still young, he doesn’t understand, just made a little mistake.”

“Elders, you’re all getting on in years, don’t let this anger you.”

“Surely, you wouldn’t want to argue with a child, would you?”

The fairy laughed joyfully.

“An Luo Yi! You bit—!!!”