After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 149 - "The Dragon Dynasty Intends to...?"

After He Ange met with Xuanque, things became much simpler.

Among the sect disciples present, the only one of value to He Ange was Jue Wuqing, who seemed to be a reborn individual.

As for the rest…

He would casually extract their spiritual energy and treasures, then leave Xuanque to handle the bodies, burying them under a cherry tree in the back mountain.

Does this sound cruel?

In truth, this is exactly what a true cultist should do.

It’s just that He Ange had been staying in the righteous Shengxu Sect, keeping a low profile, which restricted his actions.

Now in the secret realm, with no broadcast to capture his deeds,

He Ange had no reservations.

…

“No, please don’t kill me, no, no, no—!!!”

“I’ll give you all my treasures! Please, no, no, no—!!!”

At the end of the Abyssal Hall,

Cries and pleas of sect disciples echoed intermittently.

But their voices quickly faded from terror to hoarseness, until they were silent, lying lifeless at the feet of the white-robed youth, like dried corpses.

Thud—!

After dispatching the last sect disciple, leaving only Jue Wuqing,

He Ange held his breath, his brow slightly furrowed.

He gently circulated his energy, exhaling a breath of foul air, opening his innocent eyes, their clarity undiminished.

Truth be told, after being embraced by Feng Yuan, He Ange found the bloodline quite useful.

Even when extracting spiritual energy from living beings, the side effects were negligible.

A normal demonic cultivator would risk losing control after absorbing so much.

But He Ange felt nothing.

Feng Yuan’s bloodline allowed him to effectively suppress the resentment of the dead; even vengeful spirits had to submit before a true evil god.

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However…

Feng Yuan’s bloodline wasn’t perfect.

At least, after extracting the spiritual energy of seven or eight Core Formation disciples, He Ange didn’t feel a significant boost in his cultivation.

This wasn’t surprising.

Feng Yuan’s followers weren’t like the blood-sucking sects; He Ange hadn’t practiced such techniques, so he wasn’t adept at converting extracted energy.

For He Ange, dual cultivation with An Luo Yi was more effective.

After all…

In dual cultivation, the energy donor willingly opened their gates, and An Luo Yi, as the chosen one, had exceptionally potent spiritual energy. A single session could sustain He Ange for half a year, far more efficient than his efforts alone.

Thus, He Ange’s path forward was clear: he needed to cling to Senior Sister An Luo Yi’s support.

As for the path of “killing to level up”… he’d pass on that.

Many famous villains had perished on that path; He Ange, a minor character, wouldn’t join them.

Dusting off his hands, He Ange sat up.

He glanced at Xia Ranyue, noticing the fox maiden’s unease as she looked at the bodies.

“Do you think the real me is different from what you imagined?”

He Ange shrugged, a hint of resignation in his voice.

Xia Ranyue paused, then shook her head:

“You were always a bad person. I knew that from the start.”

“And you still want to be my little fox?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Foxes are foxes. I’m already a monster; why should I fear a bad person? Besides, I don’t like those righteous, justice-filled sect disciples.”

This time, her voice was elegant and enchanting, firm yet playful and rebellious.

Though Xia Ranyue was currently reserved, it was only because her strength was lacking, so she behaved obediently around He Ange.

But her nature as a fox spirit remained unchanged.

“Well, you have a point.”

He Ange chuckled softly.

He said no more, having found his answer regarding Xia Ranyue.

With that,

He Ange signaled Xuanque, who nodded, casting a spell to conceal the bodies with illusions, making them vanish.

Meanwhile,

As the bodies were cleared, various treasures and artifacts dropped to the ground.

He Ange waved his hand, collecting them all without hesitation.

Finally,

He focused on a sword lying on the ground.

“Is this a Qinglong Sword?”

He Ange picked it up, weighing it, sensing its value.

“Lord Ange, this sword is made from Eastern Azure Dragon materials, likely with a dragon bone core and forged with azure dragon scales…” Xuanque explained.

“No wonder it’s the Heavenly Sword Sect’s Saint Son’s sword; even a casual weapon is so valuable.”

He Ange admired the sword, feeling a twinge of envy.

However, it wasn’t his sword; he had a silver phoenix sword like his senior sister’s, which was enough.

As for this Qinglong Sword…

“If the Heavenly Sword Sect elders see this, will I be able to leave?”

“Lord Ange, such a supreme sword spirit is best kept low-key; it could bring disaster…”

Xuanque looked at the Qinglong Sword with concern.

In the Cherry Sea Secret Realm, she was the sole guardian deity, but outside, numerous sect elders and Dragon Dynasty celestial servants monitored the trials.

In such circumstances, Xuanque couldn’t act recklessly like Heryan; she remained rational.

This sword, though a treasure, was a hot potato, difficult to use openly.

Either hide it,

Or transfer it within the secret realm.

“Forget it, I’ll hold onto it for now.”

He Ange sheathed the sword at his waist, turning his gaze to the last valuable prize in the Abyssal Hall—Jue Wuqing.

He approached, grabbing Jue Wuqing by the collar, dragging the unconscious youth up.

Meanwhile,

He Ange glanced at the two girls behind him:

“I’m about to do something significant. Could you two watch the door and ensure no interruptions?”

He spoke earnestly, his gaze cold and unfeeling.

Xia Ranyue and Xuanque exchanged glances, then nodded and stepped outside.

As they left, a terrifying abyssal power erupted behind them, accompanied by the sound of a lightning storm from the Abyssal Pearl’s core.

Then, as Xuanque closed the hall doors, a human scream echoed faintly—

“Ahhhhh!!!!”

…

Jue Wuqing’s screams lasted a full ten minutes.

Finally, when his voice was hoarse and reduced to groans, He Ange ended his torment with a sword through the heart.

Inside the hall,

The white-robed youth sat alone on the steps, surrounded by a bloody mess, while Jue Wuqing lay lifeless, bleeding from every orifice.

He Ange closed his eyes, clenching his jaw, as chaotic images flashed through his mind like a slideshow.

Finally, the slideshow ended, and He Ange awoke from the nightmare, gasping for air.

Jue Wuqing’s memories were vast, and He Ange couldn’t absorb them all, but at least… he glimpsed a few key future events.

Among them were several significant events in the cultivation world, though the slideshow made it hard to decipher their meanings.

But at least, one scene was clear to He Ange.

That was—

Three years later, in the Dragon Dynasty’s court.

Under the heavens, a hundred celestial servants surrounded the kneeling silver-haired fairy, their cold eyes mocking and merciless.

Moreover,

At the court’s highest point, behind the curtain, sat a dragon-eyed, phoenix-faced empress in a golden robe!

“The Dragon Dynasty intends to…”

“Execute An Luo Yi?”

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