After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 74 - "She Is the Heaven-Favored Destined Prodigy"

When Nightfall detonated himself, Qin Shiyan was already on the second underground level of the Abyss Spirit Hall.

The events of the night had been strange and unsettling. She had been unable to contact An Luo Yi, and then she heard from Shengxu Sect disciples that Senior Sister Luo Yi had flown to Yong’an City, radiating murderous intent.

At that moment, Qin Shiyan knew something was terribly wrong.

Setting aside the question of what could have driven An Luo Yi, who was supposed to be guarding the Abyss Spirit Hall, to act so recklessly, the mere fact that she was described as “radiating murderous intent” spoke volumes about the gravity of the situation.

As she prepared to descend the mountain, Qin Shiyan witnessed the terrifying icy sword energy that had carved through the landscape.

When An Luo Yi was angry, she was completely irrational. No one could predict what chaos she might unleash.

Worried for An Luo Yi, Qin Shiyan decided to head to the Abyss Spirit Hall herself.

By the time she arrived, the hall was already blanketed in frost. The ground was littered with frozen corpses, their bodies encased in ice. It was hard to believe that just half an hour earlier, An Luo Yi had unleashed such devastating fury, killing countless cultivators and demon sect members.

Qin Shiyan intended to search the lower levels of the Abyss Spirit Hall.

She wasn’t there to reprimand An Luo Yi. She was concerned that the young woman, in her impulsive and emotional state, might have fallen into the Demon Sect’s trap.

It had been Qin Shiyan who suggested to the sect master that Shengxu Sect send a capable direct disciple to guard the Abyss Spirit Hall as an immortal attendant. The sect master had been pleased to recommend An Luo Yi, hoping that his most prized disciple would gain valuable experience through this assignment. Qin Shiyan, confident in An Luo Yi’s abilities, had agreed.

When An Luo Yi left, the sect master had told Qin Shiyan that the girl’s emotional nature needed tempering. He had hoped that the chaos caused by the Demon Sect would help her grow.

At the time, Qin Shiyan had seen no issue with this.

With An Luo Yi’s strength, even if Liu Moqing and Xu Daoyun both betrayed the sect, the silver-haired fairy would likely still hold her ground.

But now, Qin Shiyan realized how wrong she had been.

If anything happened to An Luo Yi at the Abyss Spirit Hall, how could Qin Shiyan face the sect master?

Better safe than sorry.

Qin Shiyan hurried to the second underground level of the Abyss Spirit Hall. There, she didn’t find An Luo Yi, but she did find Liu Moqing lying in a pool of blood.

She lifted Liu Moqing and, realizing the girl still had a faint pulse, called for disciples to take her back to the sect for treatment.

Next, Qin Shiyan planned to search the third underground level for An Luo Yi.

But then, disaster struck.

Boom, boom, boom!!!

The ground erupted with the force of a volcanic explosion. Dark flames surged upward, breaking through the earth and threatening to engulf everything above.

In that moment, Qin Shiyan’s heart sank. She knew it was too late.

Given the density of the cold energy below, An Luo Yi was undoubtedly still underground. The terrifying explosion could only mean one thing: a demon cultivator had self-detonated.

And not just any self-detonation. The cultivator had consumed a high-grade explosive pill, powerful enough to turn half of Yong’an City into a sea of fire.

“Fairy Qin, what do we do?!”

“Run! The explosion is going to destroy everything!”

The ground shook violently as panicked cultivators huddled behind Qin Shiyan, waiting for her, their elder, to make a decision.

Qin Shiyan gritted her teeth, unwilling to abandon the city.

As an elder of the sect, she couldn’t allow the explosion to obliterate Yong’an City.

Raising her hand, she summoned a brush and paper out of thin air. With swift, deliberate strokes, she inscribed a massive formation in the air.

Formation Technique: Heavenly Net Suppression!

Boom, boom, boom—

The explosions continued to erupt from below, but the golden barrier descended like a massive bell, sealing the flames underground and preventing them from spreading.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the flames subsided. The underground levels of the Abyss Spirit Hall were reduced to ashes, but the surface remained untouched.

Qin Shiyan had narrowly saved Yong’an City.

Had she not arrived in time, the city might have been reduced to rubble.

As for An Luo Yi...

Qin Shiyan closed her eyes, her heart heavy with the knowledge that the girl’s chances of survival were slim. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. While she couldn’t blame herself entirely, she bore some responsibility. No one could have predicted that sending An Luo Yi to guard the hall would lead to such a disaster.

Just as despair began to set in, a disciple’s voice rang out behind her.

“Fairy Qin, look! That light—it’s coming from the Abyss Spirit Orb!”

“Really? Wait... The Abyss Spirit Orb seems to be protecting someone. Look! It’s Senior Sister Luo Yi! She’s alive, and she’s holding the Abyss Spirit Orb!”

“That’s amazing! Fairy Qin, look! The Abyss Spirit Orb hasn’t fallen into enemy hands!”

“Wait a minute... Is the Abyss Spirit Orb merging with Senior Sister Luo Yi? It’s disappearing into her body!”

“Impossible! Could it be that the ancient treasure has chosen her as its master?”

Hearing the commotion, Qin Shiyan opened her eyes and stared in disbelief at the scene before her.

In the midst of the ruined underground chamber, the Abyss Spirit Orb glowed with a soft, ethereal light, enveloping the silver-haired fairy in a protective shield. The shield had saved her from the devastating explosion, leaving her completely unharmed.

Not only that, but as everyone watched in awe, the Abyss Spirit Orb merged with An Luo Yi, disappearing into her chest.

“An Luo Yi, you...” Qin Shiyan whispered, her voice trailing off in shock.

She didn’t know whether to feel relieved, overjoyed, or stunned. The implications of what she had just witnessed were staggering.

First, An Luo Yi was alive—a blessing for the Shengxu Sect.

Second, the Abyss Spirit Orb had been safeguarded. Despite Xu Daoyun’s betrayal and Liu Moqing’s critical condition, An Luo Yi had single-handedly protected the treasure.

Finally, the Abyss Spirit Orb had chosen her as its master, merging with her completely.

“This is... unbelievable,” Qin Shiyan murmured, her phoenix-like eyes wide with astonishment.

After a long silence, she let out a deep breath and looked up at the sky.

“The legends speak of those favored by the gods, the destined prodigies. Perhaps this is what they meant,” she said softly.

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Inside Yong’an City, the cultivators celebrated the survival of the Abyss Spirit Orb, hailing An Luo Yi as a hero, a savior sent by the heavens.

Outside the city, however, He Ange was running for his life, exhausted and battered.

Initially, after betraying Nightfall, He Ange had planned to leave the city with both the Abyss Spirit Orb and the Abyss Orb. He intended to meet with the rogue cultists sent by Feng Yuan in a remote forest, where he would hand over the treasures and receive his reward.

But things hadn’t gone as planned.

Before he could leave the city, He Ange sensed something was wrong. Turning back, he realized that Nightfall had a final trump card: self-detonation.

He Ange knew immediately that the target of Nightfall’s suicidal attack was An Luo Yi.

Despite all his calculations, He Ange hadn’t anticipated this.

If it had just been Nightfall, An Luo Yi could have handled him. But a desperate Nightfall, armed with a powerful explosive pill, was a different story. Even someone as strong as An Luo Yi could be gravely injured—or worse.

He had no choice but to return.

An Luo Yi had come to the Abyss Spirit Hall because of him. It was his disappearance that had driven her to such extremes, to the point of relentlessly pursuing Nightfall for answers.

And Nightfall’s desperation was partly due to He Ange’s betrayal.

Both sides were entangled in a conflict that He Ange had set in motion.

If An Luo Yi died because of Nightfall, He Ange would never forgive himself.

So he made a split-second decision. He returned to the fiery inferno and gave An Luo Yi the Abyss Spirit Orb, ensuring her survival before fleeing the city.

But while he had saved her, he hadn’t saved himself.

The explosion’s shockwave caught him before he could escape, throwing him to the ground and leaving him bruised and bloodied. He rolled several times before slamming into a wall, finally coming to a stop.

Dusting himself off, He Ange staggered to his feet, his clothes tattered and dirty. Under the moonlight, he looked utterly defeated.

When he reached the city gates, he found them heavily guarded by the Six Doors. The entire city was on lockdown.

He had missed his chance to escape.

Sighing, He Ange resigned himself to his bad luck. He was used to it by now—misfortune seemed to follow him wherever he went.

Steeling himself, he slipped through the shadows, evading the guards.

Though he managed to escape, he was pursued relentlessly. Fortunately, with the Abyss Orb in his possession, he was able to manipulate the guards’ minds, erasing their memories and covering his tracks.

Now, he just needed to reach the forest and meet the rogue cultist sent by Feng Yuan.

“Let’s hope nothing else goes wrong,” he muttered, dragging his weary body forward.

…

Elsewhere in Yong’an City, another figure was fleeing.

A fox demon girl with nine flowing tails darted across rooftops, her illusion magic cloaking her movements as she avoided the guards’ watchful eyes.

Xia Ranyue was running for her life.

She had been exposed while assassinating Cao Dao. A white-robed man, passing by, had seen through her disguise.

That man was terrifying—a late-stage Core Formation cultivator. Even with the help of her clan’s shadow guards, Xia Ranyue had been no match for him. Only through her subordinates’ sacrifices had she managed to escape.

Now, battered and exhausted, she didn’t dare slow down.

If she were captured, she couldn’t imagine the fate that awaited her as a fox demon.

“Ah, little fox, running into the wilderness? How convenient for me,” the white-robed man called out, his voice dripping with malice as he pursued her effortlessly.

Xia Ranyue shivered at his words.

Why was he so obsessed with her? The chaos at the Abyss Spirit Hall was far more pressing, yet he had chosen to hunt her down instead.

“Stop running, little fox. Aren’t you tired?” he taunted.

“What do you want from me? I only killed that corrupt official Cao Dao! I have no quarrel with you! Why are you doing this?!” she shouted, her voice filled with defiance.

The man chuckled darkly. “The inner core of a nine-tailed fox is a rare treasure, a divine elixir for beauty. What do you think?”

“You’re insane!” she screamed, her voice trembling with rage and fear.

To him, her defiance was amusing.

Under the moonlight, the white-robed man raised his sword, unleashing a devastating whirlwind of energy.

Xia Ranyue, too injured to dodge, was swept off her feet, tumbling through the air. She crashed into the ground, rolling until she reached the edge of a cliff.

At the brink of despair, she saw a familiar figure in the distance—a young man, equally battered and weary, trudging under the moonlight.

It was He Ange.

“Is that... you?” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Before she could process what was happening, she collapsed into his arms.

Startled, He Ange steadied himself, barely managing to avoid falling off the cliff with her.

“You?!” he exclaimed, recognizing the bloodied fox demon in his arms.

She clung to him, trembling, her voice choked with sobs.

Looking up, He Ange saw someone he knew all too well—his fellow sect member, Bai Zihua.

“Oh my,” Bai Zihua said, hiding his sword behind his back as he spread his hands in mock surprise. “Isn’t this Junior Brother He Ange? What are you doing out here, all alone and so... beaten up? It’s truly heartbreaking.”