After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 150 - "Why Cant It Be Me?"

The Dragon Dynasty wants to execute An Luo Yi?

And the True Dragon Empress herself is presiding?

When He Ange first saw this vision, he wasn’t angry on behalf of his senior sister. Instead, he was filled with confusion and even found the scene somewhat absurd.

The reason was that He Ange had some understanding of the Dragon Dynasty’s workings.

An Luo Yi, at her young age and with only mid-Nascent Soul cultivation, had already been appointed as a third-rank celestial servant. This clearly indicated that the True Dragon Empress valued her highly, as every celestial servant in the Dragon Dynasty was personally nominated by the Empress.

Not only that,

During the chaos at the Abyssal Spirit Hall, He Ange had given the Abyssal Pearl to An Luo Yi, fully expecting it to be recalled by the Dragon Dynasty.

To his surprise, Qin Shiyan submitted a formal request, and the True Dragon Empress approved it, allowing An Luo Yi to act as the custodian of the Abyssal Pearl.

From this, it was clear that An Luo Yi, as the chosen one, was someone the Empress was keen to recruit.

So why would the Empress want to execute An Luo Yi?

With this question in mind, He Ange decided to watch the vision until the end.

And soon, he understood the context of this future event—

The one who truly wanted An Luo Yi dead wasn’t the Empress but several high-ranking ministers under her.

Because during the Dragon Dynasty court proceedings, as the ministers were about to sentence An Luo Yi to the dungeon, the True Dragon Empress interrupted them.

Even with irrefutable evidence presented by the ministers and a majority of celestial servants agreeing to punish An Luo Yi, the Empress slammed the table in defiance. Not only that, she used her Dragon Might to suppress the court, overruled the majority, and issued a royal pardon, releasing An Luo Yi without charges.

Afterward, the Empress entrusted An Luo Yi with an important mission, allowing her to redeem herself.

“The Empress certainly knows how to win loyalty.”

He Ange opened his eyes, chuckling softly.

No wonder, in Jue Wuqing’s past-life memories, An Luo Yi eventually became the Dragon Dynasty’s foremost celestial servant, eliminating demonic sects across Huaxia for the Empress.

So this was how the Empress recruited the chosen one.

Indeed, when An Luo Yi was ostracized by her peers and felt disillusioned with the righteous path, the Empress’s intervention would undoubtedly feel like divine grace, leaving An Luo Yi eternally grateful.

This explained why An Luo Yi later became the Empress’s trusted right hand.

However…

Why did He Ange find it hard to believe that the True Dragon Empress was so kind-hearted?

Let’s entertain a conspiracy theory for a moment.

What if the Empress orchestrated the whole thing?

At the very least,

As a follower of Feng Yuan, He Ange had little goodwill toward the Dragon Dynasty’s righteous path.

Even if the Empress’s intentions were pure and she genuinely wanted to save An Luo Yi,

Still,

In the end, his senior sister would face a calamity.

Why should the Empress get to play the savior and reap all the benefits?

Why can’t it be me—

…

…

“Ah, am I overthinking things?”

As if waking from a dream,

The white-robed youth blinked, his thoughts returning to reality on the steps of the Abyssal Hall.

Ultimately, He Ange was just a mid-Core Formation cultivator. Instead of dwelling on distant, unrealistic futures, he should focus on the present secret realm trial.

With this in mind, He Ange sighed.

He pushed aside his thoughts, stood up, and dusted off the dirt and blood from his sleeves. Gripping the sword at his waist, he walked out of the hall.

On the way,

He Ange’s attention was drawn to the Qinglong Sword he had taken from Duan Zixuan.

His clear eyes flashed with realization.

Stopping in his tracks, He Ange closed his eyes, quickly reviewing the countless visions in his mind.

After a moment, he recalled a crucial detail—

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“Come to think of it,”

“This sword made from Qinglong bone might actually be useful.”

Admiring the Qinglong Sword in his hand, He Ange’s lips curled into a faint smile, as if he had a plan.

At this moment,

He Ange regained his confidence in the future.

…

As he left the Abyssal Hall,

He Ange carried the still-unconscious Xu Xin on his back. As for Bai Zihua, he used the Abyssal Pearl to control him, making him follow.

Outside the hall, He Ange greeted Xia Ranyue.

As for Xuanque, he didn’t let her openly leave the hall’s barrier to avoid being caught on the broadcast. Instead, he had her hide using illusions, promising to take her back to Feng Yuan after the secret realm ended.

During this time, Xuanque nodded eagerly, like a pecking chick.

To her, it didn’t matter what He Ange asked of her, as long as he promised to take her to Feng Yuan.

Afterward,

He Ange gently set down the green-robed girl on his back.

He took a few high-grade pills he had taken from Duan Zixuan and the others and fed them to Xu Xin, helping her recover.

Then, He Ange softly pinched her cheek, calling her name.

After a moment,

Xu Xin woke up.

Leaning against a tree, she sat up, her dazed eyes meeting the white-robed youth before her.

“Senior Sister, it’s time to go.”

“Go? Where? Wait, what about the others we were traveling with…” she asked, her head still aching.

He Ange’s clear eyes remained calm as he replied, “They’re all dead.”

“Huh? Dead?”

“Senior Sister, don’t you remember? They insisted on entering the Abyssal Hall. It’s been hours, and no one has come out… They must have perished inside. There’s no point in waiting for them.”

He Ange’s tone was serious, with a hint of helplessness.

His explanation convinced Xu Xin.

“So, where do we go now…”

Learning that all the elite disciples, including Jue Wuqing, had died, Xu Xin felt uneasy and lost.

He Ange stood, pointing the way forward.

“To Illusion Moon Valley, to claim the Dragon Dynasty tokens.”

…

…

At Illusion Moon Valley,

The cherry forest within the valley was a constant battlefield. Groups of confident sect disciples charged in to challenge, only to crawl out injured and complaining.

The three tokens, tied to each disciple’s future, were of immense value.

At this moment, Illusion Moon Valley was a frenzy of activity. Despite the high difficulty, no one gave up, each vying for a chance at the tokens.

However,

In stark contrast to the valley’s heated atmosphere, a serene, cold-eyed girl in a white dress stood at the entrance.

The girl, her sky-blue hair tied up, held a sword in her arms, silently watching the disciples come and go without saying a word.

She had been standing there all morning, waiting for something.

Earlier,

She had arrived at Illusion Moon Valley with her hunter team. According to Jue Wuqing’s instructions, the team was supposed to regroup at the valley entrance after hunting in the secret realm.

But so far, only Duan Yuyan remained at the entrance.

The other elite disciples had lost patience and rushed into the valley to challenge for the tokens.

Honestly, waiting alone was boring for Duan Yuyan.

Several passing disciples, noticing her Heavenly Sword Sect attire, invited her to join their teams to challenge the Fox Clan Sacred Maiden.

But Duan Yuyan refused them all.

Her reason was simple.

She was waiting for her brother—Duan Zixuan.

Thinking of her arrogant and selfish brother, the Heavenly Sword Sect Saint Son, Duan Yuyan’s cold eyes darkened.

She let out an impatient snort, brushing her sky-blue hair aside, her white blade gleaming with a hint of killing intent.

At some point,

Footsteps approached.

Looking up, she saw that the newcomers weren’t her brother. However, among them, she noticed something suspicious.

These individuals were from the same team as Jue Wuqing and Duan Zixuan!

Meanwhile,

The white-robed youth leading the group met Duan Yuyan’s gaze.

Their eyes locked—hers cold and hostile, his clear and calm, with a hint of curiosity and surprise.

Didn’t her brother say he was the weakest in the team?

Up close, this white-robed youth seemed rather refined. His demeanor was ethereal, almost regal…

Thinking this,

Duan Yuyan narrowed her cold eyes, her white blade spinning slightly.

As the white-robed youth and his group passed her, heading toward Illusion Moon Valley,

At the critical moment,

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The girl’s white blade unsheathed, a dazzling sword light blocking He Ange’s path.

In an instant,

Countless mirror-like shards of glass rose around her, forming a prism-like prison that encased He Ange and his group.

“You were all part of my brother’s team.”

Her cold voice echoed through the mirrors, making it impossible to pinpoint her location.

He Ange looked around, seeing the girl’s reflection in every shard, each holding a white blade, her cold eyes filled with killing intent.

For a moment,

He Ange couldn’t discern which reflection was the real enemy.

Clang!

Before he realized it,

A glass-like blade pressed against his neck.

Turning sharply, He Ange saw the sky-blue-haired girl standing close, her blade poised to strike.

“Tell me…”

“Where is my brother, the Heavenly Sword Sect Saint Son, Duan Zixuan?”

After a brief silence,

Duan Yuyan noticed the white-robed youth smiling.

A chill ran down her spine.

In her moment of hesitation, her blade brushed against the Qinglong Sword at his waist.

Looking down,

Her eyes widened in shock, her pupils dilating—

“Why do you have my brother’s sword?!”