After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 202 - He Ange, Why Don’t You Just Be My Little Brother?

Back during the Cherry Blossom Sea Secret Realm, He Ange had already used his memories from his past life as Jue Wu Qing to establish contact with Duan Yu Yan.

He gifted her the Azure Dragon Sword and attempted to persuade her to betray the Moon Sect witch and bring her younger sister to join Spirit Phoenix Sect.

And it worked.

Not long ago, He Ange received a letter from Duan Yu Yan. In it, she mentioned that she had begun planning her escape and arranged to meet He Ange at the abyssal cliff in the northern secret realm that very night.

Thus, He Ange postponed his plans to meet An Luo Yi and instead waited by the abyssal cliff to prioritize rescuing Duan Yu Yan.

“Still not here?”

The northern secret realm was freezing, its mountains perpetually covered in snow. Standing under a snow-laden pine tree, even with a thick coat, He Ange’s hands were numb from the cold, trembling slightly.

After a long wait,

The sound of light footsteps echoed from the depths of the icy canyon.

Looking up, He Ange finally saw Duan Yu Yan carrying her younger sister on her back. The cold wind tousled her black-and-white hair, and her beautiful face was tinged with frostbite. Her teeth clenched as she faced the extreme cold, her expression a mix of helplessness and determination.

Upon seeing the white-robed youth under the pine tree, Duan Yu Yan’s first reaction was excitement. But almost immediately, her eyes filled with despair as if remembering something. From afar, she subtly shook her head at He Ange.

She dared not make the gesture too obvious, knowing that a terrifying figure was watching her from nearby.

He Ange noticed Duan Yu Yan’s unusual behavior.

However, he didn’t immediately raise his guard. Instead, he approached her calmly and draped a warm coat over her shoulders.

“Thank you, Young Master He,” Duan Yu Yan said softly, her eyes welling up with tears. She avoided meeting his gaze.

He Ange didn’t press her further. His attention shifted to the girl on Duan Yu Yan’s back—a child of about thirteen or fourteen with soft golden curls framing her face.

The girl’s small face was pale and delicate, with a hint of baby fat that made her look endearing rather than like someone suffering from a terminal illness.

At that moment,

The little girl looked at He Ange nervously, her wide eyes blinking with both curiosity and fear.

If He Ange’s memory served him correctly...

“This little sister must be Miss Yu Sheng?” He Ange asked gently, pinching the baby fat on her cheek with a warm smile.

In his past life,

Duan Yu Sheng had died at the hands of the Moon Sect witch. He Ange never learned what special ability this younger sister possessed that made the witch so obsessed with imprisoning her. Even after Duan Yu Sheng succumbed to her illness, the witch refused to return her remains to Duan Yu Yan.

This incident led Duan Yu Yan to completely sever ties with the witch, awakening her destiny and becoming a Destined Heroine for a time.

The details behind this were intriguing.

“I-I’m Duan Yu Sheng...” The little girl stammered shyly, hiding behind her sister.

“Young Master He, please take care of my sister...” Duan Yu Yan said urgently. Without further explanation, she handed her sister over to He Ange.

Looking up at him,

Her gaze was filled with guilt and regret. Her voice trembled as she whispered:

“I’m sorry, Young Master He.”

“Take my sister and leave—don’t worry about me!”

Before she could finish,

A terrifying killing intent swept across the icy plains. The night sky of the northern secret realm turned blood-red, exuding an eerie atmosphere akin to a Cthulhu-like awakening—silent yet chillingly oppressive.

“He Ange, how useful has my name been to you all these years?”

A cold, high-pitched voice echoed from several miles behind Duan Yu Yan.

Accompanying it were sharp cracks of ice and the crisp sound of deliberate footsteps approaching.

He Ange looked up,

And in the distance, he saw crimson bloodshot eyes surrounded by countless blood-red crescent moons.

Tonight,

The witch wore tall leather boots and a black-and-red gothic dress. Her sickly white hair faded into blood-red tips, and her doll-like beauty radiated an eerie yet divine aura. She exuded an air of enigmatic danger.

A smirk tugged at her lips as she stared coldly at He Ange. Her bloodshot eyes locked onto him like a predator savoring its prey. Her entire being radiated excitement and anticipation.

Seeing this witch,

He Ange froze momentarily.

It felt as though a sharp blade had been pressed against his throat. His instincts screamed danger; his heart pounded with an overwhelming sense of crisis... followed by a deep-seated hatred.

Mu Yanli...

She had finally found him.

He Ange had suspected something was amiss when Duan Yu Yan acted strangely earlier. But now that things had escalated to this point, could he really abandon Duan Yu Yan and her sister?

Of course not.

Whether Mu Yanli showed up or not,

He Ange had no intention of retreating tonight.

“If I’d known I’d run into this disaster, I should’ve brought Yuan Yi and He Yan along to kill her here...”

As Mu Yanli approached step by step,

He Ange muttered coldly to himself.

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Recently,

He Yan and Yuan Yi had been occupied with tasks in the upper realms. Unless it was an urgent mission, they wouldn’t accompany He Ange. After all, they weren’t his personal bodyguards. As Spirit Phoenix Sect’s abyssal apostles, they had their own duties. Their previous assistance was only due to Feng Yuan summoning them back temporarily.

Fortunately,

Before Yuan Yi left, He Ange managed to borrow three peak Divine Transformation bridal puppets from her by promising to wear a red bridal dress in return.

Unfortunately,

He Ange’s mastery of “Puppet String Arts” was still lacking. Under his control, these puppets could only perform at two-thirds of their original strength.

Aside from these puppets,

His only other subordinate was Xuanque.

With this lineup,

He Ange believed he could at least survive against Mu Yanli.

“Holy Son He Yuan, this witch won’t be easy to handle...”

A blue-and-red figure emerged from the void—Xuanque stood by He Ange’s side, her phoenix eyes filled with caution.

As a peak Divine Transformation cultivator herself,

Xuanque could sense that the Blood Moon Witch’s power far surpassed hers. It felt like a Nascent Soul cultivator facing An Luo Yi—a terrifying disparity in strength. Even Void Refinement cultivators would tread carefully around someone like Mu Yanli!

Such immense power being deliberately suppressed at Divine Transformation suggested that Mu Yanli was plotting something...

“He Ange, I knew you weren’t dead. And this so-called Holy Son He Yuan is just your new identity!”

Even upon seeing Xuanque,

The Blood Moon Witch remained indifferent. Her bloodshot eyes fixated solely on He Ange—completely ignoring Xuanque as if she didn’t exist.

The more uneasy He Ange appeared,

The more exhilarated Mu Yanli became—her lips curling into an ecstatic grin!

To be honest,

He Ange found her utterly repulsive.

Back then,

It was Mu Yanli who betrayed him in the secret realm—stealing his prized spiritual veins and robbing him of his only golden cheat as a reincarnator...

A reincarnator reduced to having no spiritual veins—

It was Mu Yanli who taught He Ange the brutal reality of “survival of the fittest.”

Compared to Mu Yanli’s simple savagery,

Even Li Nanshan’s scheming seemed refined. At least Li Nanshan feared destiny—planning carefully before acting. Mu Yanli? She acted on impulse—taking whatever treasures caught her eye without hesitation!

“How did you know Duan Yu Yan would come to meet me?”

Knowing there was no escape,

He Ange asked coldly.

Under the moonlight,

The blood-drenched witch chuckled seductively—

She ran a hand across her face,

Tilting her head slightly as madness filled her crimson eyes—

“He Ange, your scent—I can smell it from thousands of miles away! Every time I catch your scent, my blood boils with excitement!”

“And you ask...”

“How did I know you’d seduce my dear Yu Yan?”

The white-haired witch sneered,

Tossing a shattered Azure Dragon Sword onto the ground—her expression mocking and disdainful.

In that moment,

A suffocating killing intent engulfed the northern secret realm.

Mu Yanli’s playful demeanor vanished instantly—

She raised her hand as fresh blood coalesced into a dark crimson blade between her pale fingers—

Seeing this,

Duan Yu Yan bit her lip and stepped forward—

“Young Master He—I’ll cover you! Take Yu Sheng and run!”

Mu Yanli was someone Duan Yu Yan had brought here—she truly had no way out.

Duan Yu Yan never intended to harm He Ange—but Mu Yanli forced her to write that letter and lured him out using herself as bait...

If she refused,

Mu Yanli would kill her sister.

What choice did she have?

Now,

Duan Yu Yan could only use herself as a shield against Mu Yanli—hoping to atone for betraying He Ange...

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