After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 175 - Take Care... Master...

“He Ange!”

“Are you addicted to this or what?!”

“You bastard! Last time you kicked down my door, and now you’re back for more? Do you really think anyone can just walk up and kick the door to my home?!”

Inside Dao Yuan Temple, the white-haired elder was seething with rage.

The oppressive aura of a Divine Transformation cultivator swept through the area. If not for the illusionary barrier surrounding Li Daoyuan’s seclusion grounds, the entire Shengxu Sect forbidden grounds would have been shaking violently.

Under the immense pressure of his cultivation, Que Sheng found it hard to move. If not for her Vermilion Bird bloodline and unyielding pride, she might have already collapsed to her knees.

The pressure of a Divine Transformation cultivator wasn’t inherently terrifying. What was truly frightening was when such a cultivator was enraged!

To shatter the composure of an elder who had lived for a thousand years and break his Dao heart—this wasn’t something any ordinary junior could achieve!

“Old man, calm down. I’ve brought you something good this time.”

Standing in front of Que Sheng, He Ange crossed his arms and spoke with a casual yet slightly exasperated tone.

Finally, the oppressive aura dissipated.

Moments later, the white-haired elder emerged from within, his hands clasped behind his back. His sharp eyes scrutinized He Ange and the petite red-feathered girl hiding behind him.

Li Daoyuan studied them for a moment before his eyes widened in surprise.

“Look, I’ve brought you a gift—the direct descendant of the Vermilion Bird clan and Wanmo Sect’s prodigy, Lady Que Sheng.”

He Ange stepped aside, introducing the red-feathered girl with exaggerated formality.

Meanwhile,

Que Sheng felt a wave of unease under Li Daoyuan’s intense gaze. Her teeth clenched as she recalled how He Ange had referred to her as “something good.” She wanted to bite him out of sheer frustration.

But with the mark binding her, she had no choice but to comply.

Taking a step forward as instructed, Que Sheng lowered her head and spoke softly:

“Elder Dao Yuan, I am Que Sheng, descendant of the Vermilion Bird clan. I come under orders from my sect master to deliver intelligence.”

“Indeed, the bloodline of the Vermilion Bird clan...”

Li Daoyuan nodded thoughtfully, his suspicions fading. As someone who had lived nearly a thousand years, he could easily recognize the aura and lineage of an ancient bloodline.

And as far as he knew, the Vermilion Bird clan was indeed under Wanmo Sect’s protection. Their most talented prodigy, Que Sheng, was none other than Sect Master Dongfang Zhou’s personal disciple.

This was undoubtedly Que Sheng...

With this realization,

Li Daoyuan glanced at He Ange with newfound respect. For He Ange to bring Que Sheng into Shengxu Sect and walk alongside her suggested that he truly was an ally of Wanmo Sect. Otherwise, why would Que Sheng trust him?

“Why are you still doubting me? At this point, what’s left to question?”

He Ange shrugged, feigning innocence.

Nearby,

Que Sheng lowered her head again and cupped her hands: “Elder Dao Yuan, He Ange is indeed a trusted aide of the Moon Sect Witch. Moreover, Moon Sect has been cooperating closely with Wanmo Sect... I am here under orders to confirm this.”

Her performance was flawless—improvised but utterly convincing.

After all,

As a princess of the Vermilion Bird clan, Que Sheng’s pride wouldn’t allow her to truly serve Wanmo Sect. Her clan had defied even Feng Yuan in ancient times. Their current allegiance to Wanmo Sect was merely a matter of survival under Dragon Dynasty’s suppression.

So as long as He Ange didn’t force her to betray her clan, she wouldn’t hesitate to throw Wanmo Sect or Dongfang Zhou under the bus.

Meanwhile,

Li Daoyuan nodded in relief after hearing Que Sheng’s testimony.

He had initially doubted He Ange’s identity. But now it seemed He Ange truly was an undercover agent planted by the Moon Sect Witch in Shengxu Sect.

However...

Based on Li Daoyuan’s understanding of Dongfang Zhou, Wanmo Sect likely intended to betray Moon Sect once their plans succeeded.

It wasn’t hard to imagine that Wanmo Sect allowed He Ange to participate only for the intelligence he could provide about Dragon Dynasty. Once their objectives were achieved, they would likely turn on him without hesitation.

With this thought,

Li Daoyuan chuckled coldly and gestured for them to enter.

...

Inside Dao Yuan Temple,

He Ange sat cross-legged across from Li Daoyuan while Que Sheng stood quietly by his side.

“Hmm? Lady Que Sheng, why don’t you take a seat?”

He Ange asked knowingly.

Que Sheng’s face flushed red as she bit her lip and looked away from his infuriatingly smug expression.

How could she sit?

After enduring eight hours of spanking at He Ange’s hands earlier, her ass was swollen and sore beneath her feathered robes. Sitting down was out of the question!

Reluctantly,

She stood beside He Ange in silent humiliation—giving the impression that she was his loyal follower.

What made it worse was that she couldn’t even be angry at him. Any hostility would activate the mark on her abdomen, causing it to grow stronger.

The more she thought about it,

The more frustrated she became. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled in resignation.

Of course,

No one else could know what was going through her mind.

Seeing Que Sheng obediently standing by He Ange’s side,

Li Daoyuan narrowed his eyes slightly. In that moment, he looked at He Ange with newfound curiosity and astonishment.

For He Ange to sit while the Vermilion Bird clan’s princess stood beside him—what kind of status did he hold?

Could he be her fiancé?

From the moment they entered,

Li Daoyuan had noticed how deferential Que Sheng seemed toward He Ange—following him like a loyal attendant. This behavior was completely at odds with the proud and fiery reputation of the Vermilion Bird clan!

Li Daoyuan couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.

“Now that we’re here, shall we discuss our plan to steal the treasures from Shengxu Sect’s forbidden grounds?”

He Ange shifted the conversation to business.

Li Daoyuan nodded after some thought. With Que Sheng present, there was no need for secrecy.

“In half a month, Shengxu Sect will organize a large-scale training expedition. Seventy percent of our young disciples will leave the sect... Once they’re gone, I’ll unlock the forbidden grounds’ seals and set up an illusionary array to cover our tracks. We’ll take all the treasures unnoticed and escape through a pre-planned secret passage.”

“That simple?”

He Ange asked curiously.

Li Daoyuan smirked coldly:

“You think it sounds simple because you’re naive. You have no idea—the treasures hidden in those forbidden grounds are enough to shake the entire cultivation world and even draw the attention of Dragon Dynasty’s Empress! There are at least three or four treasures on par with the Abyssal Pearl!”

“Treasures of this caliber—do you think they’re so easily taken?”

By the end,

Li Daoyuan’s gaze toward He Ange carried a hint of disdain—as if he were looking at an ignorant child.

But He Ange didn’t take offense. Instead, he muttered thoughtfully:

“As far as I know, ancient treasures are always heavily guarded by arrays and celestial servants...”

“Indeed.”

Li Daoyuan nodded confidently—his demeanor brimming with self-assurance.

This piqued He Ange’s curiosity further:

“You have a way to deal with those celestial servants? I heard Destined Heroine An Luo Yi is stationed nearby... With someone like her around, escaping won’t be easy.”

“That’s none of your concern,” Li Daoyuan replied curtly, closing his eyes as if unwilling to elaborate.

“So confident?”

He Ange raised an eyebrow—wondering what trump card Li Daoyuan held.

Taking a deep breath,

He continued:

“Even if you’re not worried about celestial servants—what about the arrays guarding those treasures? Moving them will surely alert every elder in Shengxu Sect.”

Hahaha!

For some reason,

Li Daoyuan burst into laughter—his voice echoing through the temple.

The white-haired elder shook his head with a smug grin before downing a cup of strong wine:

“Do you know—”

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“Who set up those arrays in Shengxu Sect’s forbidden grounds a hundred years ago?”

...

...

Shengxu Sect – Luo Xue Peak

Late that night,

An Luo Yi sat cross-legged atop Luo Xue Peak in quiet meditation—ever vigilant for any disturbances in Shengxu Sect’s forbidden grounds. If He Ange signaled for help, she would rush to his aid immediately.

However...

Tonight,

She couldn’t shake an ominous feeling—a persistent twitch in her right eyelid and an inexplicable sense of unease in her chest.

If she focused carefully,

She thought she could faintly hear distant screams from somewhere below the mountain—accompanied by rhythmic slapping sounds...

The noises were so faint that An Luo Yi wondered if she was imagining them.

Still,

Her heart felt unsettled.

Rising to her feet,

She grabbed her silver phoenix sword.

Although Qin Shiyan had instructed her not to leave Luo Xue Peak at night to avoid alarming anyone,

Tonight she decided to make an exception—to check on He Ange from afar.

Stepping onto her sword,

The celestial maiden transformed into a streak of silver light and vanished into the night sky.

...

Dao Yuan Temple

Inside,

He Ange and Li Daoyuan were deep in conversation—discussing their plans for stealing the forbidden treasures. As their discussion grew lively,

Li Daoyuan began boasting about his past achievements over drinks.

But suddenly,

He Ange’s sharp eyes flickered—and moments later—a small golden phoenix flew into the temple and perched on his shoulder.

After chirping something into his ear,

The white-robed youth stood up abruptly.

“The Destined Heroine An Luo Yi is heading toward the forbidden grounds...”

“Old man—I need to leave now. Be careful not to continue practicing demonic arts tonight.”

He Ange warned seriously before turning to leave.

Li Daoyuan frowned but nodded solemnly—acknowledging that He Ange’s information had proven valuable once again.

As He Ange prepared to depart,

Que Sheng grabbed his sleeve desperately.

“W-What about me?”

Her pleading eyes begged for an answer.

He Ange casually patted her head:

“You stay here for now. Tomorrow morning—after I’ve dealt with Senior Sister Luo Yi—I’ll have Elder Dao Yuan send you out of Shengxu Sect.”

Leaning closer,

He whispered near her ear with a meaningful smile:

“As for your mark—I trust our clever little Vermilion Bird princess knows better than to say anything that might harm me...”

With that,

He straightened up without another word.

Under the dim candlelight,

His clear gaze and gentle smile sent shivers down Que Sheng’s spine—her face turning pale as she instinctively clenched her trembling legs together beneath her skirt.

“I’m off now, Lady Vermilion Bird.”

“T-Take care... Master...”

The words escaped her lips before she could stop herself!

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