After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 77 - "If Master Allows It, Then I Suppose It’s Not Impossible"

As a direct disciple of the Shengxu Sect, Bai Zihua had followed Qin Shiyan for many years. He wasn’t inexperienced—he had crossed paths with many notable figures, from the Moon Sect’s witch to the Fox Clan’s saintess, and even the Holy Son of the Demon Sect. He had seen his fair share of the world’s chaos.

Simply put, Bai Zihua wasn’t just a decorative figure in the sect. He had plenty of experience navigating the immortal world.

But even with all his knowledge, the blood-scythe-wielding girl standing before him tonight shattered his understanding of what was possible. The aura of death she exuded, so potent it withered the surrounding plants, was unlike anything he had ever encountered.

This wasn’t a human aura.

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What terrified him even more was the severed head hanging from her bloodied scythe.

Bai Zihua recognized it immediately—it was Xu Daoyun, the immortal attendant of the Abyss Spirit Hall.

Xu Daoyun, a Nascent Soul cultivator, reduced to nothing more than a gruesome trophy for this girl.

“You... you killed Xu Daoyun...” Bai Zihua stammered, his voice trembling.

“Xu Daoyun? Oh, you mean this head?” the girl replied, lifting the severed head to examine it. She even extended her tongue to taste the blood dripping from it.

“Evil cultivator... evil cultivator...” Bai Zihua muttered, his voice growing more frantic.

“Yes, only an evil cultivator could exude such overwhelming pressure. She must be one of the chief priests of the rogue sects!” he thought, his mind racing.

Evil cultivators were beyond comprehension. Even a Core Formation-level evil cultivator could wreak havoc on an immortal sect, slaughtering multiple direct disciples with ease.

They were mysterious, terrifying, and utterly insane.

And this girl, with her eerie presence, was undoubtedly at least at the Nascent Soul stage.

If she truly intended to kill him, not even Qin Shiyan herself could guarantee his survival tonight.

Bai Zihua knew he was doomed.

He swallowed hard, his entire body trembling.

“??”

The blood-scythe girl tilted her head, confused by Bai Zihua’s terror. She ignored him, shifting her gaze to the black-clad boy standing near the cliff’s edge and the unconscious fox demon girl beside him.

She tilted her head further, a question mark practically floating above her.

Where was the supposed meeting of evil cultivators?

Why were there an immortal cultivator and a fox demon here instead?

And why was Bai Zihua, the man she had encountered on her way to the cliff, running away in terror before she had even done anything?

Her master had instructed her to meet He Ange at the cliff, so she hadn’t thought much of it and continued on her way. But somehow, her approach had turned into an unintentional chase, with Bai Zihua fleeing for his life.

And now, this man was accusing her of killing Xu Daoyun—a name she didn’t even recognize.

The situation was baffling.

But she wasn’t the only one confused. He Ange, upon seeing Xu Daoyun’s severed head dangling from her scythe, felt a chill run down his spine. He regarded the blood-scythe girl with a mix of apprehension and reverence.

Thankfully, He Ange had spent enough time around Feng Yuan to be somewhat desensitized to the eccentricities of evil cultivators.

This was just how they were.

If they felt like it, they might decapitate an immortal attendant on the way to a meeting, just for fun. It was disturbingly normal for them.

At least He Ange wasn’t as terrified as Bai Zihua.

But Bai Zihua was in a dire situation. Consumed by fear, he could think of nothing but survival.

Realizing the blood-scythe girl’s gaze had shifted to He Ange, Bai Zihua suddenly remembered the boy’s presence. Desperate, he decided to propose an alliance.

Though He Ange was likely a rogue cultivator, it was common sense for immortals and demons to unite against the greater threat of evil cultivators.

Facing such a formidable enemy, Bai Zihua believed their only chance of survival was to work together.

Surely, He Ange would understand the gravity of the situation and set aside their differences.

But when Bai Zihua turned to He Ange, he was met with a chilling sight.

The boy was staring back at him, his gaze cold and unyielding. Gone was the facade of a harmless junior brother. His black eyes glowed with a sinister red hue, and the aura of an evil cultivator radiated from him.

Even his sharp fangs mirrored those of the blood-scythe girl.

“!!?”

Bai Zihua was stunned. He blinked, hoping he was imagining things. But no matter how many times he looked, the truth remained.

He Ange wasn’t just a rogue cultivator. He was one of them.

An evil cultivator.

“Long time no see, Senior Sister He,” He Ange said, his tone respectful as he addressed the blood-scythe girl.

The girl nodded in acknowledgment, her crimson eyes narrowing as she asked, “Ange, is this man your friend?”

Her voice, once sweet and playful, now carried a chilling edge as she glanced at Bai Zihua.

“No,” He Ange replied flatly.

Hearing this, the blood-scythe girl’s bandages began to unravel, revealing her pale, almost sickly skin beneath the moonlight.

She removed her hood, revealing a face of haunting beauty. But what caught Bai Zihua’s attention were the black stitches crisscrossing her face and body, as if she were a patchwork doll.

Her eyes, lips, and neck were all marked by these eerie stitches, giving her an unsettling yet strangely artistic appearance.

Bai Zihua felt a chill run down his spine. This wasn’t a duel between cultivators. It was like a human facing a monster.

“What... what do you want from me?!” he stammered, his voice trembling.

Surrounded by the blood-scythe girl and He Ange, Bai Zihua felt utterly trapped. His face was pale, and his legs gave out as he collapsed to his knees.

If Xia Ranyue had been awake, she might have fainted again from sheer terror.

“If he’s not your friend, can I keep him?” the blood-scythe girl asked, her lips curling into a predatory smile.

Once, Bai Zihua had looked at Xia Ranyue as nothing more than a resource. Now, he found himself in the same position, regarded as a toy by the blood-scythe girl.

What goes around comes around.

He Ange’s gaze remained cold and unreadable as he considered her request.

The girl tightened her grip on her scythe, crouching into a hunting stance.

But just as she was about to strike, He Ange spoke.

“Senior Sister He, this man... he’s actually my senior brother from the Shengxu Sect. He’s a kind person who’s looked out for me in the sect.”

“So?” she asked, her tone sharp.

“I don’t think he’s suitable as your... collection. Please, spare his life. Let me handle him,” He Ange said.

“Then what about you, little Ange? Will you be my collection instead?” she asked, her crimson eyes narrowing in displeasure.

Her gaze was intense, a mix of irritation and genuine killing intent.

He Ange shivered under her scrutiny but maintained his composure.

“I wouldn’t say no,” he replied.

“Really?” she asked, her tone softening slightly.

“But my life belongs to Master. If Master is willing to give me to you, then I suppose it’s not impossible,” He Ange said, his voice steady despite the weight of his words.