After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 255 - I Don’t Care, I Just Know!

“You... You animal! You promised a one-on-one duel!” Clutching his chest, spitting black blood, Ye Qingchuan glared, practically about to die from sheer rage at He Ange, this absolute backstabbing bastard!

All he got in return, however, was the demonic cultivator’s mocking smirk. “You actually believe the words of a demonic cultivator?” He Ange shrugged, completely unbothered.

Hey, demonic sect members, right? No morals means you can’t be guilt-tripped!

Now that He Ange had leveled up a bit, with some powerful people under his command, playing the villain felt natural. He could be genuinely bad, no longer constrained by the rules of the righteous sects like before. It felt good.

And Ye Qingchuan? Yeah, he was basically toast. Trapped in Xia Zhiyue’s illusionary barrier, completely surrounded, he couldn’t escape even if he sprouted wings.

If Ye Qingchuan were still at his peak Void God Realm strength, maybe Xia Zhiyue’s Void Refining Realm illusions wouldn’t have easily contained him. But who told him to be half-crippled now?

Currently, Ye Qingchuan’s strength was only around the Void Refining Realm anyway. While He Ange might not win a fair one-on-one, he wasn’t alone, was he? He still had Xia Zhiyue and An Luo Yi. Even if He Ange didn’t lift a finger, just those two could easily handle him.

As for Xia Ranyue? He Ange wasn’t about to let her cute little self get involved in messy fighting. A little fox should do a little fox’s job! So, Ranyue just stayed by He Ange’s side, acting as his personal maid, ensuring he always had fluffy tails to pet whenever he wanted. That was enough.

And that was the situation right now. The white fox saintess and the silver-haired fairy both had deep grudges against Ye Qingchuan. Their fighting spirit was sky-high, attacking aggressively. The two women worked together seamlessly – one wielding her sword like a dancer, the other striking with iaido-like precision, offense and defense perfectly combined. It was a beautiful beatdown, immensely satisfying to watch.

The supposedly proud Azure Dragon prodigy? Now, before Xia Zhiyue and An Luo Yi, he was like a durable punching bag, getting knocked around relentlessly.

Watching the gruesome scene unfold, He Ange wasn’t in any hurry to join in. He sat comfortably on a chair conjured from the void, cuddling a bundle of orange-red fox tails, petting them while observing the battle. Time passed quickly.

“Master... are you sure Ranyue doesn’t need to help?” Xia Ranyue asked, her cheeks slightly pink, feeling a little embarrassed as He Ange stroked the most sensitive part of her tail. Compared to Xia Zhiyue, who blushed furiously, Ranyue had gotten used to He Ange’s touch. While tails were typically taboo for the Fox Clan, anything could become familiar with repetition. The more she was petted, the less intense her instinctive reaction became.

Not only that, but Ranyue actually derived a unique sense of happiness from having her tails petted, something completely separate from the pleasure of dual cultivation. This kind of special ‘pleasure spot’ was probably something only demon races could develop.

“Could you even help?” He Ange gently squeezed the little fox’s tail, his tone teasing.

Xia Ranyue immediately puffed out her cheeks, looking indignant. Hmph! Her measly Nascent Soul stage... compared to Xia Zhiyue and An Luo Yi? Yeah, she really wasn’t much help, was she? Thinking this, Ranyue felt a pang of disappointment. She felt... kind of useless to He Ange.

“Alright, alright. Just be good and let this Venerable One pet your tails,” He Ange comforted her with a smile, ruffling a stray lock of hair on Ranyue’s head when he saw her feeling down. “Xia Ranyue, you might not know this, but Senior Sister Luo Yi? She’s too proud. When it comes to actually serving as a maid, she’s nowhere near as good as you.”

He meant it sincerely. As the Saint Son of the Spirit Phoenix Sect, He Ange needed a personal attendant when traveling, if only for appearance’s sake. Xuan Que? They didn’t have that kind of special relationship, making it awkward. An Luo Yi? Far too arrogant, and now his wife – He Ange had to respect her, obviously couldn’t have her serving tea like a maid.

Ultimately, Xia Ranyue was the perfect fit. Obedient, cute, clever, fluffy, and the maid outfit suited her perfectly... She was the ideal candidate for his personal attendant.

“I-Is that so...?” Ranyue hadn’t expected such high praise. Hearing his words, her little fox ears perked up again, twitching slightly. She didn’t say anything, but inwardly, she was beaming. `Hehehe~♡`

Being a maid... it really was a low-risk, high-reward job! No fighting, no painstaking cultivation, no worrying about being ignored by He Ange. Just attend to his daily needs and enjoy headpats anytime, anywhere!

Xia Ranyue suddenly felt like she’d grasped the true meaning of life. She felt incredibly lucky! Even with barely any strength or cultivation, her place in He Ange’s heart wasn’t much lower than the Heaven-Favored An Luo Yi!

If I get to be with Master every day... `Hehehehe~♡` Sneaking in some intimate moments would be super easy, right?

“Master~♡ You’re so good to me~♡” Her nine tails swaying happily, Xia Ranyue suddenly hugged He Ange tightly and stole a quick, fierce kiss. Mwah!

He Ange glanced up at her, sighing softly. “Don’t get too cocky. Being a maid for a villain like me is a high-risk job. If I fall one day, you definitely won’t escape either.”

“So what? Ranyue wants to follow Master~♡ Wherever Master goes, Ranyue will go too! Never leaving your side, through life and death~ To the ends of the earth~♡” As she spoke, the girl’s face lit up with happiness, and she even started humming a little tune, making up rhymes as she went.

He Ange raised an eyebrow, amused by the little fox’s antics. “Xia Ranyue, your mouth wasn’t this sweet before.”

“If I’m not sweet, how can I compete with Senior Sister Luo Yi~?” she retorted playfully.

“You think you know everything.”

“I don’t care, I just know! I just know, I just know~♡”

***

Time wore on. Under the relentless, saturating attacks of Xia Zhiyue and An Luo Yi, it wasn’t long before Ye Qingchuan was beaten so badly he couldn’t even get up. In his half-crippled state, only having Void Refining Realm strength, he struggled even against Xia Zhiyue alone, let alone with the cheat-code Woman Favored by Fate wielding dual Dragon-Phoenix bloodlines helping her.

Strangely though... despite being clearly defeated, Ye Qingchuan still wasn’t dead. He himself found it miraculous. He’d been on the verge of death for ages, yet no matter how brutally he was beaten, he just wouldn’t die. He couldn’t live, couldn’t die.

Now, covered in wounds, Ye Qingchuan lay curled on the ground, gritting his teeth against the excruciating pain from countless cuts, unable to even make a sound. He felt like he was going mad from agony.

Sometime later, a tall, imposing shadow fell over him, blocking the sunlight. Ye Qingchuan looked up... and met the eyes of the Spirit Phoenix Sect’s Saint Son in his moon-white sacred robes.

In that instant, Ye Qingchuan shuddered, feeling like he was facing Death itself, awaiting his final judgment.

“Why... haven’t you killed me...?” Ye Qingchuan choked out, his voice filled with despair.

He Ange crouched down, grabbing his face, his gaze cold. “Young Master Ye, haven’t you figured it out yet?”

“What... what do you mean...?”

“This is an illusionary barrier.”

“?!?!” Just that one sentence struck Ye Qingchuan like a bolt of lightning. He finally understood.

There are two ways to use illusions. One: blind the opponent with illusions, then kill them in reality. Two: pull the opponent into an illusionary domain and destroy their will in the mental world.

Ye Qingchuan had assumed he was in the first scenario, forgetting the possibility of the second.

No wonder... No wonder Xia Zhiyue and An Luo Yi beat him for so long, yet his two Azure Dragon protectors did nothing...

No wonder... No wonder Ye Qingchuan endured endless pain, countless fatal wounds, yet somehow never died...

It was all just an illusion, happening within Ye Qingchuan’s mind! This meant that although he’d experienced hours of agonizing torture, maybe less than three minutes had passed in the real world! His physical body was likely completely unharmed! He was just standing there alone, dazed, trapped in a nightmare!

Wait... If that’s true... then I still have a chance! As long as he could endure the mental torture within the illusion, he could return to reality, regroup with the Azure Dragon experts, and counterattack for revenge!

Thinking this, a glimmer of hope ignited in Ye Qingchuan’s previously dull, despairing dragon eyes.

However, his hope was short-lived. He Ange just chuckled coldly, shaking his head. “Thinking a bit too much, aren’t you?”

“You... You can even read my thoughts...?!” Meeting the Saint Son’s deep, cold abyssal eyes, Ye Qingchuan felt an inexplicable chill crawl up his spine, like being stared down by a hungry wolf.

He Ange shrugged playfully. “Not my fault. You wear your thoughts right on your face.”

“You...!”

“Me? What about me? The only reason this Saint Son didn’t just deal with you in the real world is because those two bodyguards of yours are a little strong, that’s all.”

He Ange’s lips curled into a ‘kindly’, mysterious smile. He raised a hand, and from his wide sleeve, produced a syringe filled with a strange-looking poison. The long, thin silver needle glinted menacingly in the sunlight. Just looking at the suspicious syringe made Ye Qingchuan break out in a cold sweat.

“Wh-What the hell is that thing?!?!”

“A poison needle. Never seen one?” He Ange raised an eyebrow, acting completely nonchalant.

But Ye Qingchuan’s eyes widened. “Such a big poison needle?!”

“Oh, right. Syringes aren’t common in this world yet, are they? Poisoning is still mostly done with silver needles and spiritual energy...” He Ange muttered to himself. Then he grinned. “Relax. The tiny dose in a normal poison needle wouldn’t even harm an Azure Dragon. This syringe here holds a much larger dose. Guaranteed to fill you right up.” As he spoke, He Ange pinched Ye Qingchuan’s cheek, like inspecting a test subject.

In that moment, Ye Qingchuan felt utterly cornered by a mad demonic cultivator. Gulp... He swallowed hard, but couldn’t stop trembling with fear.

“Don’t panic, don’t panic...” “It’s just an illusion! It can’t poison my real body...!” In this moment of crisis, Ye Qingchuan desperately tried to reassure himself, to overcome the terror of the impending injection.

“Don’t worry,” He Ange said with a meaningful smile, “One shot of this, and you’ll be knocked out in reality too.”

“What?! N-No! Stay away—?!!!”

Giving Ye Qingchuan absolutely no time to react, He Ange plunged the syringe needle straight into the Azure Dragon man’s waist! STAB!

Instantly, Ye Qingchuan’s legs went rigid. As the full dose of poison emptied into him, he immediately felt faint, weak, his entire body, even his soul, felt like it was being corroded by a vile toxin.

“Th-This is... soul poison...?”

Before he could finish his last words, Ye Qingchuan collapsed, unable to stay conscious any longer. THUD.

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