After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 86 - "Blood-Stained Flower"

After finishing the chicken soup, He Ange could barely keep his eyes open.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying on a stone slab, with Mu Yanli, her black hair stained with blood, sitting beside him, her hand pressed against his abdomen.

He felt a warm sensation in his waist, his blood circulating at an accelerated rate.

This was a sign of the Blood Spirit Vein pulling someone back from the brink of death.

“What... happened to me?”

He was still dizzy, unable to grasp the situation.

Mu Yanli’s gaze was cold, tinged with a hint of guilt and regret.

“Don’t trust women so easily in the future, understand?”

“?”

“Once you’re out of danger, I’ll be leaving. I don’t know if you’ll survive, but I’m not as kind as you. I never care about the lives of the weak. If you manage to leave this secret realm alive, maybe we’ll meet again.”

“What are you doing now?”

He Ange didn’t understand her words, but he noticed the contradiction in them.

If she didn’t care about the weak, why was she healing him?

And why did she have his Blood Spirit Vein ability?

Realizing this, He Ange had a sudden epiphany. He looked at her in shock, his weakened state preventing him from expressing his confusion and fear.

He had a vague idea of his fate.

“I’m saving you now, but this is a one-time exception. I hope you live on with hatred for me.”

Mu Yanli smiled, gently pinching his face.

He couldn’t tell if she genuinely wanted him to seek revenge or if she was mocking his naivety, but he would never forget her cold, beautiful smile.

He lay there, unable to speak, too weak to move. She sat beside him, silently healing his wounds.

When he was hungry, she cut her wrist and fed him her blood.

But this only lasted for one night.

The next morning, Mu Yanli returned with a sword wound, standing at the cave entrance, panting heavily. The cold from the wound was seeping into her blood.

“A troublesome woman is coming.”

“Of course, a kind boy like you would have someone better than me to care for you.”

“I’m envious. She’s willing to chase me to the ends of the earth for you.”

“He Ange, you’re really unlucky. Fate is cruel. I have to...”

Muttering to herself, she seemed to make a decision.

She bit her lip, looking at the weakened boy with a mix of pity and determination. Her demonic eyes, despite their softness, were still those of a demon. A demon has no heart, no gratitude for being saved, no attachment from spending time together.

Even if she felt something, Mu Yanli wouldn’t accept it.

From the moment she became a demon, she was destined to be heartless.

At the edge of the abyss, she cupped his face one last time.

“He Ange, I hope you live on with hatred. If you can’t kill me in this life—”

“Then do it in the next.”

…

Facing death, He Ange was too weak to speak.

Mu Yanli pushed him off the cliff.

She did it to destroy evidence. She couldn’t defeat An Luo Yi, who had already sensed He Ange’s presence. An Luo Yi would eventually find them, and if she discovered He Ange, he would reveal everything about Mu Yanli.

Once this information spread in the immortal sects, Mu Yanli wouldn’t escape the secret realm.

Many in both the immortal and demonic sects wanted her dead. Demons like her were universally hated.

Mu Yanli didn’t want to kill He Ange.

But their hiding place was about to be discovered, leaving her no choice.

In the abyss.

He Ange expected to be shattered upon impact, but he landed in a hidden paradise filled with Thousand Snow Lotuses, rare flowers, and glowing mushrooms.

His body was found in a stream by Feng Yuan.

Feng Yuan was different from Mu Yanli. Her demonic aura was on another level. If Mu Yanli was a threat to a sect, Feng Yuan was a terror to the entire spiritual world.

Feng Yuan rarely smiled or spoke. He Ange had never seen her smile.

Perhaps because He Ange was of no value to her.

Feng Yuan didn’t covet his Blood Spirit Vein or his body.

She didn’t care who he was, where he came from, or why he fell into the abyss.

She was simply bored and wanted a servant to fetch her tea.

For the next few days, He Ange’s life as Feng Yuan’s disciple involved serving tea, massaging her shoulders and legs. Feng Yuan, not being human, had no gender concepts. She even had him help her bathe.

This treatment made He Ange extremely uneasy. If a stranger could undress in front of you without a second thought, it meant they didn’t see you as a man. Only pets were treated with such disregard.

Initially, He Ange was treated like this.

It wasn’t until he expressed a desire to return to the immortal sect that Feng Yuan realized he was a disciple of the Shengxu Sect. If he hadn’t said anything, she might have kept him as a servant forever.

Feng Yuan thought for a moment and decided to let him go, giving him some cultivation techniques and demonic pills.

Perhaps she had already planned for him to steal scrolls from the Shengxu Sect.

But at the time, she didn’t know his capabilities, so she didn’t burden him with such heavy tasks, avoiding any leaks.

Before leaving, He Ange dared to ask if he could take a Thousand Snow Lotus.

Feng Yuan’s look was strange, as if he had asked to take a weed from her garden.

She agreed.

Thousand Snow Lotuses were abundant in the abyss, so plentiful they were almost worthless.

He Ange immediately regretted not asking for more, realizing she didn’t value them.

But it didn’t matter.

Taking more wouldn’t help him.

He was now a cripple. Even if he became a direct disciple, he would be ridiculed.

He thought,

If he could bring one lotus for his senior sister, it would be his greatest achievement in the secret realm.

…

The northern secret realm trial lasted seven days and nights.

If any disciples remained after this period, the portal would close, and they would be presumed dead.

But An Luo Yi didn’t leave.

On the seventh day, amidst a heavy snowstorm, the silver-haired fairy stood alone on the path out of the secret realm. She refused to leave, no matter how many disciples passed by, standing resolute in the snow.

She was waiting.

She would wait for He Ange. If he didn’t return, she wouldn’t leave, staying in the secret realm until she found him.

Many disciples tried to persuade her, saying the elders and sect master were worried sick outside, begging her to leave.

But she was stubborn. Once she decided, she wouldn’t budge.

As the closing time approached, people reluctantly left, unable to sway the determined “destined prodigy.”

An Luo Yi, with her exceptional swordsmanship and unparalleled Ice Spirit Vein, was willing to die in the secret realm for a lost junior brother.

In the final half-hour.

Everyone thought An Luo Yi would be trapped in the secret realm. Countless disciples gathered at the gate, watching as the snow threatened to bury her.

But then, she moved.

She ran through the deep snow towards the heart of the secret realm.

“He Ange!”

Seeing the boy about to collapse, she caught him at the last moment, hoisting him onto her shoulder. But his body was unnaturally cold.

This was unusual.

At night, when she held him, he was always warm like a little furnace. His Blood Spirit Vein should have made it easy to regulate his temperature, but now he was as cold as a corpse.

“Haha... I thought I’d never see you again, Senior Sister...”

He lay on her shoulder, laughing carelessly.

He seemed oblivious to his peril.

For He Ange, he didn’t care about his life anymore. As a cripple, death might have been a relief.

He just wanted to give his senior sister the only valuable thing he had left—the lotus.

“Senior Sister, look what I have.”

He raised his frostbitten hand, revealing a blood-stained, ice-cold lotus.

The extreme cold of the lotus had sapped his body heat, freezing him to the core.

Seeing the lotus, An Luo Yi’s heart ached, tears streaming down her face.

She couldn’t understand how he could still smile.

Was a lotus worth risking his life?

“Do you like it? It’s for you,” he said, offering the lotus.

But her tears only flowed more. “Idiot... Is this what I want? I want you to come back alive!”

“You’re angry about this too... You’re so hard to please...”

“I don’t want it! Throw it away, it’ll kill you...”

“If you’re afraid I’ll die, just take it.”

An Luo Yi turned, staring in disbelief at his smiling face. Even now, he was trying to cheer her up.

Was he a fool?

She never imagined she was more important to him than his life. She thought cultivation and the immortal path were paramount, but to He Ange, they meant nothing compared to his romantic pursuit.

She had never cried so much, not even when her mother died.

Her values were shaken.

That secret realm trial, his smile, and the blood-stained lotus were memories she would never forget.

She accepted the lotus, saying no more. Her only focus was getting him out of the secret realm.

Boom, boom, boom—!

As they neared the portal, another avalanche struck. The ground split open, and a giant abyssal worm emerged, blocking their path. With only a few moments left before the portal closed, time was running out.

“Senior Sister, leave me—”

He began to speak.

But at that moment, a terrifying cold aura erupted from her, freezing the avalanche in place.

She looked at the giant worm coldly.

“Move.”

With that single word, the worm trembled and burrowed back underground.

This scene was witnessed by all the disciples and elders outside the portal, leaving them in awe.

The next day, An Luo Yi was officially recognized as a direct disciple of the Shengxu Sect.

Her qualification was unanimously approved by all the sect elders.

…

Northern Icefield, Blood Moon Forbidden Area

Tonight, the Blood Moon Forbidden Area was a scene of carnage, littered with the bodies of demonic cultivators.

At the end of the path of corpses, a black-clad witch walked gracefully.

A blood-red crescent blade hovered around her, like a shepherd guiding her flock, slaughtering indiscriminately. She had claimed hundreds of lives.

Originally, her hair was black.

But now, as the blood and demonic energy accumulated, it had begun to turn a sickly white, merging with the red. Her once black hair was now a gradient of white and red.

At this moment, Mu Yanli was the infamous Blood Moon Witch.

With her dual Blood Moon Spirit Veins, she was a force to be reckoned with in the demonic world.

She walked over countless bodies, stopping before the heavily injured Holy Son of the Demon Sect.

Grabbing his hair, she forced him to look at her, her demonic eyes narrowed with amusement and disdain.

“Who gave you the courage to invade the Blood Moon Forbidden Area?”

“Have I not killed enough to make you think you can just waltz in here?”

Her gaze was so cold it was oppressive, and the Holy Son was terrified.

Despite his fear, he closed his eyes and shouted angrily.

“Damn it, wasn’t it your Moon Sect that killed my brother Nightfall?”

“I was ordered to seek an explanation, not to declare war! But you? You slaughtered all my men without a word! Do you have no sense of hospitality? You crazy woman!”

He was furious.

But the witch remained cold.

“From the moment you set foot in the Blood Moon Forbidden Area, it was war. Did you think bringing these weaklings would scare me, Mu Yanli?”

“I didn’t mean it like that...”

“And I don’t know how Nightfall died. He had nothing to do with me. I’ve clarified this many times. Can’t your sect understand?”

“That’s nonsense! Our people saw it with their own eyes, and even the Shengxu Sect has spread the word. It was your damned brother who betrayed us, causing great losses to our sect! And you, Mu Yanli, are the mastermind behind it all!”

To her surprise, the Holy Son spoke with such conviction it didn’t seem like a lie.

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Instead of anger, Mu Yanli felt curiosity.

“You’re saying my brother killed Nightfall?”

She bit out the word “brother.”

She recalled long-buried memories and the face of a boy she thought dead.

Aside from that boy, she had no other “brother.” In the Moon Sect, some called her “senior sister,” but she treated them as subordinates. No one dared claim to be her brother without her permission.

“So, you still deny it?” the Holy Son raged.

But Mu Yanli’s tone softened. “What’s his name?”

“I think it’s He...”

“What does he look like?” Her demonic eyes flashed with urgency.

The Holy Son, his scalp nearly torn off, screamed in pain.

“He! He’s about 1.78 meters tall, always wears a mask, likes white robes, has a handsome face, sword-like brows, and bright eyes... He’s at the late Foundation Establishment stage!”

“—!”

Crack.

Mu Yanli snapped his neck.

She stood up, a rare smile gracing her lips. Her violet eyes glowed with a blood-red hue, filled with excitement.

“He Ange, you’re alive!”

“After all these years, you’ve grown up and dared to use my name to assassinate the Demon Sect’s Holy Son...”

“Well done. I did promise you my name.”

Whether out of joy or anger, her smile was twisted and cold.

She raised her hand, and the blood from countless corpses rose into the air, converging in her palm.

In less than half an incense stick’s time, a blood-red sword formed in her hand.

As the blood continued to gather, the entire Blood Moon Forbidden Area was bathed in a crimson glow, a blood mist rising, even shrouding the moon in red.

“He Ange, I’ll be waiting for you. Come seek your revenge.”

“When you do, I’ll teach you the true power of the Blood Spirit Vein—”

With that, she plunged the blood sword into the ground.

In the next moment, a torrent of blood-red energy erupted, creating a waterfall of blood around her.