After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 85 - "My Name is Mu Yanli, You Can Mention It to Anyone"

Yong’an City, at dawn.

The silver-haired fairy stood atop a pavilion, gazing at the sky, her heart in turmoil.

Unnoticed, He Ange approached from behind and gently took her hand.

“Why are you upset again?”

“I’m not...”

An Luo Yi couldn’t meet his eyes, her denial soft.

He Ange tightened his grip, intertwining their fingers.

“Is it because you feel guilty about Senior Sister Moqing?”

“Last night... I was supposed to guard the second level of the Abyss Spirit Hall with her, but I wasn’t there.”

“Then apologize to her when she wakes up. What’s done is done. The best you can do now is seek her forgiveness.”

He Ange’s words were meant for both An Luo Yi and himself.

Strictly speaking, Liu Moqing was the most tragic victim of the chaos at the Abyss Spirit Hall.

And the true culprit wasn’t An Luo Yi—it was He Ange. He had suggested to Nightfall to target Liu Moqing first.

Caught between An Luo Yi and Liu Moqing, He Ange had to choose someone to bear the brunt of the initial attack.

“But... it’s uncertain if Moqing will even wake up...”

An Luo Yi knew Liu Moqing’s condition. According to the healers, she was still in critical condition, and surviving was already a miracle.

However, He Ange remained confident.

“She should wake up.”

In the underground of the Abyss Spirit Hall, He Ange had given Liu Moqing a special pill—a blood elixir he had refined himself.

In essence, the elixir was made from his own blood, meticulously processed.

He Ange’s blood carried the essence of Feng Yuan, so theoretically, as long as the person’s digestive system was intact, the elixir could bring them back from the brink of death.

The cost, however, was falling under the influence of the Evil Phoenix.

Back when He Ange was near death in the abyss, Feng Yuan had revived him with her blood. Healing Liu Moqing, who was still breathing, was well within his capabilities.

This was the best He Ange could offer to save her.

But...

He didn’t know what to do next. He could ensure Liu Moqing’s survival, but he couldn’t decide for her whether to join the rogue sect.

That decision was up to Liu Moqing herself.

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“Even if she wakes up, her cultivation path is likely ruined. Destroying someone’s cultivation is as bad as killing them.”

“Not necessarily... And Senior Sister, you can’t take all the blame just because you survived. No one expected Xu Daoyun to be so ruthless. What’s done is done, and regret won’t help.”

He Ange found a spot to sit down.

He pulled An Luo Yi to sit beside him, resting her head on his shoulder.

An Luo Yi didn’t resist, finding a moment of solace leaning against him.

Liu Moqing’s predicament was ultimately He Ange’s fault. He would find a way to ensure her future.

An Luo Yi, as a victim herself, didn’t need to worry about it.

“Senior Sister, can I ask you something unrelated?”

“What is it?”

“Have you ever been to the forbidden area behind the Shengxu Sect? I heard only direct disciples can enter.”

“I have.”

“But Senior Brother Zihua hasn’t, right?” He Ange asked, feeling uneasy.

While corrupting Bai Zihua, He Ange had tried to access his memories to learn about the forbidden area, hoping it would help him steal the scrolls later.

To his surprise, Bai Zihua knew nothing about the forbidden area. Despite being a direct disciple, he had never been there.

This was strange.

Taking advantage of the conversation, He Ange decided to ask An Luo Yi, who was more qualified as a direct disciple.

“Because he’s a private direct disciple.”

An Luo Yi’s calm explanation made He Ange’s eyes narrow with interest.

He raised an eyebrow, ready to ask more, but An Luo Yi continued on her own.

“A private direct disciple is one appointed by the Shengxu Sect itself. Only those recognized by the entire immortal world as public direct disciples can access the sect’s forbidden areas. Only public direct disciples can qualify for positions like Dragon Dynasty Immortal Attendant.”

“I see.”

“You should remember... I only became a public direct disciple because of the Thousand Snow Lotus you gave me.”

An Luo Yi’s tone was tinged with helplessness.

She looked to the sky, her thoughts drifting back to the trial two years ago.

…

Two years ago, He Ange and An Luo Yi had just joined the Shengxu Sect.

An Luo Yi, backed by her influential family, had been fast-tracked into the inner sect, while He Ange was a rising star in the outer sect.

The Shengxu Sect hosted an unprecedented trial in a secret realm.

That day, not only were the elders of the Shengxu Sect present, but many other sects’ immortals and their disciples also attended.

It was said to be an annual trial held by the entire immortal world, with the Shengxu Sect hosting it that year, making it easier for their disciples to participate.

Normally, only inner sect disciples and above could register.

But with the help of An Luo Yi’s family, He Ange secured a spot in the trial.

The trial’s objective was simple: no rules, just retrieve a Thousand Snow Lotus from the northern secret realm before it closed, and you would be promoted to a direct disciple without further tests.

Such an opportunity was too good to pass up, and He Ange was eager.

He and An Luo Yi planned to each retrieve a lotus and become direct disciples together. They even chose their future mountain peaks.

But they were young and naive, unaware of the dangers of the northern secret realm.

The first few days went smoothly, with disciples from various sects working together to fend off spirit beasts and explore the endless snowy mountains.

But when the first Thousand Snow Lotus was found, chaos erupted.

The disciples vying for the lotus were all at least Core Formation stage, each possessing unique skills and talents from their respective sects.

He Ange, not foolish, led An Luo Yi away from the conflict, exploring the deeper parts of the mountains.

They knew they couldn’t compete directly.

Instead, they sought a different path, hoping to find an unclaimed lotus.

But reality was harsh.

As they ventured deeper, an avalanche struck, separating He Ange and An Luo Yi in the chaos.

With the mountain sealed in snow, He Ange knew escape was impossible for now.

He needed to survive.

He hunted snow rabbits and fish, planning to find shelter and start a fire.

In a cave halfway up the mountain, he found a severely injured girl.

She wore a tattered black and purple dress, her bare feet on the cold stone floor. Her blood-stained face was stunningly beautiful, evoking pity.

When she saw him, her demonic eyes narrowed with killing intent, but they softened upon seeing the snow rabbit in his hand.

“Sister, the mountain is sealed by snow. It’s cold outside... Can I stay in your cave for a few days?” He Ange asked, mistaking her for a fellow immortal in distress.

She stared at him, then nodded woodenly.

But soon, she bared her fangs, her demonic eyes gleaming with hunger and possessiveness.

“I’ll let you stay, but you have to feed me.”

“Of course. What would you like to eat?” He Ange agreed without hesitation.

His immediate compliance surprised her. “Why do you trust me?”

She expected a man to demand something in return for her safety, as she had seen many men, both immortal and demonic, act out of lust.

But the boy’s clear eyes held no such intentions.

“Because you’re beautiful and don’t look like a bad person.”

Perhaps An Luo Yi’s kindness had made him naive, but He Ange was still innocent then.

Her smile, a rare sight, was radiant.

Her smile was so enchanting that it left a lasting impression on He Ange, more so than An Luo Yi’s usual cold demeanor.

“You’re sweet. What’s your name?” she asked, cupping his face with a fond look.

“He Ange...”

“My name is Mu Yanli. If you feed me tonight, you’ll save my life. You can mention my name to anyone. I may not have much status now, but one day I will. I’ll reclaim everything I’ve lost!” she promised, her demonic eyes filled with determination.

…

At the time, He Ange didn’t understand the significance of the name “Mu Yanli.”

He just thought she was a bit dramatic, much like his younger self. But as a transmigrator, he wouldn’t make such grand promises to strangers.

After that, he cooked for Mu Yanli and helped her heal, while she provided shelter and taught him some unique cultivation techniques.

He felt it was a fair trade.

A few meals in exchange for valuable knowledge. Even if he couldn’t use the techniques, it was worth learning.

After three days, the snow began to melt.

That night, He Ange made chicken soup for Mu Yanli. They sat by the cave entrance, waiting for the dawn of their departure.

“Ange, what’s your spiritual vein? How did you heal my wounds so easily?” Mu Yanli asked casually.

She remembered waking up to find He Ange by her side, his hand on her abdomen, seemingly doing something.

She had slapped his hand away, thinking he was taking advantage of her. But then she realized her wounds were healing, and her body felt warm and invigorated.

She had asked him about it, but he hadn’t answered.

She was still curious about his secret.

“Are you sure you want to know? My spiritual vein isn’t like those of other immortals.”

She nodded without hesitation.

He Ange hesitated, then confessed, “It’s blood.”

“Blood? A blood spiritual vein? Does such a thing exist?”

“Manipulating blood, that’s all.”