After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 17 - Swordsmanship Class: You’ll Spar With Me

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Cold sweat trickled down He Ange’s forehead as he worried that Xia Ranyue might reveal too much.

But just as he was growing more anxious, the girl smiled sweetly, her expression pure and innocent.

“Besides, we’re both inner sect disciples now. Teaming up in the secret realm would make things much easier for both of us, wouldn’t it?”

She stepped closer, naturally wrapping her arm around He Ange’s, leaning in with a playful pout.

In the morning sunlight, her smile was radiant and pure. If He Ange didn’t already know she was a fox demon, he might have been completely entranced by her.

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This was the terrifying power of a fox demon’s charm.

With her acting so coy, could He Ange really refuse?

According to the narrative they had constructed, Xia Ranyue had helped He Ange break through to Foundation Establishment. If he rejected her now, wouldn’t that make him an ungrateful scoundrel?

But the problem was, Senior Sister An Luo Yi was standing right there. If he accepted Xia Ranyue’s invitation, he’d undoubtedly face her wrath. She’d definitely be furious!

‘Xia Ranyue, you’re setting me up. Ruthless.’

‘Serves you right, scumbag!’

‘Just wait.’

Their gazes clashed, each silently scheming against the other.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, He Ange forced a strained smile and reluctantly agreed to Xia Ranyue’s invitation.

“Sure, we’re inner sect disciples after all. It makes sense to team up in the secret realm and look out for each other.”

“See? I knew Junior Brother He Ange was kind-hearted and wouldn’t refuse me,” Xia Ranyue said with a bright, sunny smile.

As she spoke, she glanced back at An Luo Yi, her expression smug, as if flaunting her victory.

Letting go of He Ange’s arm, Xia Ranyue could feel the icy aura emanating from the silver-haired fairy. Her fox instincts told her it was time to leave.

Once she left, all the fallout would be He Ange’s problem!

With a mischievous grin, she pinched the white-robed boy’s cheek before turning to wave goodbye.

“Well then, Junior Brother He Ange, I’ll come find you another day to train together~”

With that, she darted off, leaving behind a stiffly smiling He Ange and a silver-haired fairy whose expression had darkened considerably.

He Ange knew he was doomed.

Today, Senior Sister An Luo Yi had dressed in an exceptionally beautiful blue-and-white dress, radiating an ethereal fragrance. She had even taken the time to style her signature silver hair just for him…

It was obvious that An Luo Yi had come to see him in a good mood, likely planning to surprise him.

But thanks to Xia Ranyue’s interference, the fairy’s gaze now carried a murderous intensity, sending chills down He Ange’s spine.

Could he blame Xia Ranyue? Not really.

He had stolen her spiritual energy, so her retaliation was only fair. They were both villains, after all—neither had the moral high ground to criticize the other.

After a long silence, the fairy finally spoke.

“He Ange, what exactly happened between you and Junior Sister Ranyue that night?”

“She assisted me in cultivating, and... I borrowed her strength to finally break through to Foundation Establishment.”

“That’s all?”

“That’s all.”

“Are you sure that’s all?”

“Really, that’s all.”

An Luo Yi asked the question twice, her tone growing colder each time.

As she spoke, she crossed her arms, her slender fingers tapping rhythmically. With each tap, He Ange’s nerves tightened further.

He desperately wanted to know what Xia Ranyue had told An Luo Yi to make her so visibly upset.

“Do you remember what you did with Xia Ranyue after breaking through to Foundation Establishment?” An Luo Yi asked, her cold gaze piercing into him.

Technically, he was just her junior brother. Who he spent his nights with wasn’t something he needed to report to her.

But she was his “sister,” after all.

And like some unspoken familial authority, An Luo Yi’s words carried a weight He Ange couldn’t defy. Besides, he had always respected and admired her.

“I... I don’t remember. Breaking through took too much energy, and I just... passed out from exhaustion,” He Ange stammered, sweat dripping down his back.

He genuinely had no idea what kind of story Xia Ranyue might have spun. For now, his safest bet was to feign ignorance. “I fell asleep” was the ultimate get-out-of-jail-free card.

He thought he was done for.

But to his surprise, An Luo Yi seemed to consider his answer. Her cold gaze softened slightly, as if she were deep in thought.

After a moment, she sighed and looked back at him.

“I’ll believe you this time.”

Her tone carried a mix of reluctance and faint irritation.

If He Ange’s story matched Xia Ranyue’s, then he was likely innocent. Falling asleep from exhaustion after cultivating wasn’t something An Luo Yi could fault him for.

And Xia Ranyue didn’t seem to be at fault either.

It had been late at night, and if He Ange had passed out, she couldn’t have just left him there. Sharing a bed for the night was understandable.

After thinking it over, An Luo Yi realized she couldn’t blame anyone.

Frustrated, she let out a cold huff, her expression tinged with subtle resentment.

“Don’t be mad, Senior Sister. How about I make you a cup of tea?” He Ange offered, stepping forward with a hopeful smile.

Back in the capital, whenever An Luo Yi was upset over family matters, He Ange would brew her tea, massage her shoulders, and chat with her to cheer her up.

Over time, this had become a small ritual between them.

“Forget it. There’s a swordsmanship class this morning. He Ange, come practice with me,” An Luo Yi said with a sigh, declining his offer.

It had been a while since she’d had tea made by He Ange, and she did miss it.

But tea could wait. Swordsmanship took priority.

If He Ange didn’t practice, he’d embarrass himself during the class. As her junior brother, he represented her, and she couldn’t stand to see him looked down upon. She planned to use the class as an opportunity to help him shine, to restore his confidence as a swordsmanship prodigy.

Unfortunately, He Ange didn’t seem to grasp her intentions.

“Swordsmanship class?”

“That’s right. I’ll be attending this morning’s class, and I’ll call you up to spar with me in front of everyone.”

“Of course, if you’re confident you can survive three moves against me, we can skip practice and go straight to tea,” An Luo Yi said casually.

But the Silver Phoenix Sword in her arms hummed faintly, as if eager to clash with He Ange.

Similarly, the Silver Phoenix Sword at He Ange’s waist seemed to resonate in anticipation.

“Fine, I’ll trouble you to practice with me, Senior Sister,” He Ange said with a wry smile.

Remembering An Luo Yi’s merciless swordsmanship, he decided it was best to prepare in advance.

At this rate, surviving the swordsmanship class would be a miracle.