After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 75 - "This Is the Final Lesson Your Senior Brother Will Teach You"

He Ange felt like his luck had hit rock bottom.

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He had barely escaped Yong’an City after being relentlessly hunted by the Six Doors’ guards, only to stumble upon Bai Zihua in this godforsaken wilderness.

And not just Bai Zihua—he was also now caught in the middle of a precarious situation involving Xia Ranyue. His untimely arrival meant he was once again dragged into a mess he had no desire to be part of.

“Junior Brother He Ange, what are you doing out here so late, and why are you so battered?” Bai Zihua asked, his sword hidden behind his back, a faint smile on his face. But anyone could see the sinister intent lurking behind that smile.

He Ange wasn’t the only one surprised. Bai Zihua found the encounter equally puzzling.

Running into He Ange wasn’t unusual in itself, but for him to appear, injured and disheveled, in the wilderness outside Yong’an City at this hour? That was suspicious.

Bai Zihua’s years of experience in the immortal world told him that He Ange wasn’t as simple as he seemed. There was a high chance he was connected to the chaos caused by the Demon Sect in Yong’an City.

Of course, Bai Zihua wasn’t exactly innocent himself. He had been sent by Qin Shiyan to assist with the situation at the Abyss Spirit Hall, but he had abandoned his post to pursue a nine-tailed fox demon.

He had placed his personal desires above the lives of countless innocents in Yong’an City.

If Qin Shiyan found out, Bai Zihua would undoubtedly face severe punishment.

“Senior Brother, I could ask you the same. With all the chaos in Yong’an City, how do you have the leisure to be wandering around in the wilderness?” He Ange retorted, meeting Bai Zihua’s gaze with a smile of his own.

Meanwhile, Xia Ranyue had taken refuge behind He Ange, clutching his sleeve tightly. This was the first time He Ange had seen her so terrified.

Normally, no matter how scared or helpless she was, Xia Ranyue would never let go of her pride. But tonight, she was trembling like a leaf, holding onto He Ange as if her life depended on it.

She had no one else to rely on. Bai Zihua wasn’t like He Ange, who might covet her cultivation but wouldn’t harm her. Bai Zihua, on the other hand, genuinely wanted to kill her. If he caught her, she would undoubtedly be skinned and disemboweled for alchemical purposes.

He Ange noticed the blood and wounds covering her body. She was in a pitiful state.

It was hard to imagine the torment she had endured while fleeing from Bai Zihua.

Even He Ange, who wasn’t particularly sentimental, felt a pang of sympathy.

“Junior Brother, you might not know this, but I was patrolling Yong’an City when I discovered this fox demon killing civilians. As immortal cultivators, isn’t it our duty to capture such creatures?” Bai Zihua said, his tone calm and self-assured.

He Ange turned to Xia Ranyue, who gritted her teeth and said firmly, “I didn’t kill civilians. I killed a corrupt official who colluded with the Demon Sect!”

“Do you have proof?” Bai Zihua asked, his voice laced with skepticism.

“He Ange, don’t believe him! He wants to kill me and use my inner core to make alchemical pills!” Xia Ranyue cried, clutching He Ange’s arm desperately. Her voice trembled with urgency, and her eyes were filled with tears.

As a fox demon, she was already at a disadvantage in the human world. Now, with Bai Zihua and He Ange being fellow disciples, she feared the worst.

If He Ange sided with Bai Zihua, she would be doomed.

“Junior Brother, surely you won’t fall for the lies of a fox demon?” Bai Zihua said, his gaze growing colder. His tone carried a hint of irritation, even veiled menace.

In truth, Bai Zihua didn’t care who the fox demon had killed. He simply wanted to deal with her privately and refine her inner core into a beauty-enhancing elixir.

But now that He Ange was involved, things had become complicated. Even if Xia Ranyue were guilty, Bai Zihua would be expected to bring her back to the sect for judgment. The credit for capturing her meant little to him; it was her inner core he coveted.

“Senior Brother Zihua, how about this? This fox demon happens to be a friend of mine. Perhaps you could let this matter slide, and I’ll compensate you for your time and effort tonight,” He Ange suggested, trying to de-escalate the situation.

Bai Zihua hesitated.

On one hand, he genuinely wanted to kill the fox demon for her inner core. On the other hand, he couldn’t afford to make an enemy of He Ange. As Qin Shiyan’s favored disciple, He Ange was untouchable.

If He Ange reported Bai Zihua’s negligence to Qin Shiyan, the consequences would be severe.

But letting the fox demon go? That was a bitter pill to swallow.

“Am I really going to let her go? That inner core is priceless,” Bai Zihua thought, torn.

The standoff dragged on.

Then, Bai Zihua noticed something unusual about He Ange.

His sharp eyes narrowed. “Junior Brother, it seems you’re carrying quite a bit of demonic energy. And... is that the scent of demonic flames?”

“Really? That’s impossible,” He Ange replied, feigning ignorance.

“If I’m not mistaken, there was a demonic explosion in Yong’an City not long ago. Could it be that you escaped from the Abyss Spirit Hall?” Bai Zihua pressed, his tone growing colder.

“Senior Brother, surely you’re joking,” He Ange said, his smile strained.

“Do I look like I’m joking? The Abyss Spirit Hall is known to house an ancient treasure. What were you doing there, sneaking out in the dead of night, covered in injuries?” Bai Zihua asked, his gaze piercing.

He Ange’s smile faltered. The tension in the air was palpable. Even Xia Ranyue looked at him with a mix of confusion and concern.

Things had taken a turn for the worse. He Ange had intended to help Xia Ranyue, but now his own secrets were at risk of being exposed.

Bai Zihua’s expression shifted. If He Ange was connected to the Demon Sect, then taking action against him would be justified.

Everyone could see it—He Ange bore the marks of demonic energy. Bai Zihua would be well within his rights to apprehend him.

“Junior Brother, instead of protecting this fox demon, perhaps you should come back with me and explain yourself to our master,” Bai Zihua said, his tone sharp.

“That... doesn’t sound ideal,” He Ange replied, taking a cautious step back.

Bai Zihua drew his sword, his gaze devoid of compassion.

“Junior Brother, I didn’t want to make things difficult for you. But your obsession with this fox demon has left me deeply disappointed,” he said, his voice cold.

He floated into the air, his presence radiating both authority and killing intent. He looked every bit the righteous sword immortal, ready to deliver judgment.

He Ange knew he was in trouble. Xia Ranyue clung to him, trembling.

“I’m sorry, He Ange... I’ve dragged you into this... I’m so sorry...” she whispered, tears streaming down her face.

She had thought she was strong, but in the face of a true immortal cultivator, she felt utterly powerless. Bai Zihua didn’t see her as a person—just a resource to be harvested.

Now, because of her, He Ange was at odds with his own senior brother.

“Senior Brother, are you planning to kill me too?” He Ange asked, his tone calm despite the situation.

Bai Zihua smirked, his true intentions finally revealed. “Why not? With the demonic energy on you, I only need to tell our master that you died in the Abyss Spirit Hall explosion. No one would question it.”

“Then... you’re killing her for alchemy, aren’t you?” He Ange asked.

“She wasn’t lying. And I’ll kill you for the same reason. Don’t blame me, Junior Brother. Blame your alluring aura for tempting me,” Bai Zihua said, his voice dripping with greed.

His sword glowed with white light as he prepared to strike.

“Originally, I wouldn’t have dared to kill you. But now that you’re tainted with demonic energy, your death will be seen as justice,” Bai Zihua said, vanishing into the night.

In an instant, he reappeared behind He Ange, his sword poised to strike.

“Junior Brother, this is the final lesson your senior brother will teach you. Learn it well,” he whispered.

“Thank you, Senior Brother, for the lesson,” He Ange replied, his voice steady.

Sword Technique: Evening Blossom Slash!

The blade descended, its energy cutting through the air toward He Ange’s back.

“No! Stop!” Xia Ranyue screamed, her voice filled with despair.

She watched in horror as Bai Zihua’s sword closed in. Her body trembled, her lips bleeding from where she had bitten them. She felt powerless, but she couldn’t let He Ange die because of her.

Just as the blade was about to strike, a dark orb materialized out of nowhere.

“What is that?!”

“The Abyss Orb?!”