After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 148 - "Be Your Little Fox, and Beat You Up Hard!"

“Xuanque, if I remember correctly, this human named Jue Wuqing seemed to have slandered our master, Feng Zun, as a heinous evil god, the Abyssal Phoenix, didn’t he?”

He Ange spoke coldly, his voice devoid of mercy. In his slightly mocking gaze, there was also a trace of resentment directed at Jue Wuqing.

This resentment, without a doubt, stemmed from Jue Wuqing’s audacity to insult his master.

Though He Ange himself often complained about Feng Yuan behind her back—sometimes lamenting that he had ended up serving an “evil god” and was doomed for life, or teasing about her petite 1.6-meter height and how cute it would be to ruffle her feathers—

That was something only he could say.

He could joke about it, but he wouldn’t tolerate anyone else speaking ill of Feng Yuan, just as Xuanque couldn’t accept Jue Wuqing calling Feng Yuan the Abyssal Phoenix.

What’s more,

Jue Wuqing hadn’t just insulted Feng Yuan; he had impersonated her emissary and attempted to deceive Xuanque.

To be fair,

He Ange hadn’t anticipated such a scheme. Jue Wuqing was cunning, no doubt. If He Ange hadn’t encountered Xuanque during the Fox Clan meeting and preempted Jue Wuqing’s plan in the secret realm, things could have gone very differently. If Xuanque had gone on a rampage under Jue Wuqing’s influence, it would have been far more complicated for He Ange to gain her trust later.

Fortunately, He Ange had stuck close to Jue Wuqing, uncovering his scheme in time.

“What does Lord Ange wish to do with this despicable human?”

Xuanque bowed her head, her tone filled with killing intent.

When not in He Ange’s private company, Xuanque’s demeanor was far more menacing. Her phoenix eyes glowed with an eerie red light, and the sheer pressure of her Divine Transformation cultivation would leave any ordinary person gasping for air.

He Ange paused for a moment.

He spoke softly, “The Fox Clan Sacred Maiden’s Moon Eye illusion can’t reach here, right?”

“Of course not. The entire Abyssal Hall is under my domain. This place is shrouded in layered illusions. From the moment they stepped into the hall, the outside world lost all knowledge of what transpires here. Moreover, the flow of time within the Abyssal Hall differs from the outside.”

Xuanque explained patiently.

Meanwhile,

He Ange nodded, understanding the situation. He sighed, turning his gaze toward the kneeling green-robed girl, her face filled with shock and disbelief.

Since entering the hall with He Ange, Xu Xin had been uneasy. But seeing Xuanque kneel before He Ange had completely shattered her worldview. The girl’s fragile heart was overwhelmed, unable to process the scene before her.

“Senior Sister Xu Xin, I’m sorry, but you might need to take a little nap.”

He Ange sighed.

As he spoke, Xuanque transformed into a wisp of green smoke, vanishing. Before Xu Xin could react, the smoke reformed behind her as the green-red-haired girl. With a simple chop of her hand, a surge of multicolored energy struck.

Xu Xin collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, unconscious.

Thud—!

Xia Ranyue quickly stepped forward, catching Xu Xin in her arms.

At the same time, Xia Ranyue’s Nine-Tailed Bloodline activated. Her enchanting eyes were filled with unease—part admiration, part wariness—as she looked at He Ange. She feared she might meet the same fate as Xu Xin.

It wasn’t that Xia Ranyue intended to use He Ange’s secrets for personal gain. It was just… having her memories erased was a matter of trust. It implied that, in He Ange’s eyes, she was someone unworthy of keeping his secrets.

Within half an incense stick’s time,

Xuanque had used her illusions to put all the sect disciples to sleep.

Then,

Xuanque approached, her phoenix eyes cold and sinister as she looked at the nine-tailed fox girl—

“Lord Ange, does Miss Ranyue need the same treatment?”

Her tone was emotionless, like a machine programmed to follow orders.

In an instant, Xia Ranyue felt the danger behind her. She bit her lip, her nine tails bristling defensively. Her enchanting eyes glared at He Ange, filled with both defiance and a hint of pleading.

He Ange raised an eyebrow, meeting her gaze—

“What’s with that look?”

Seeing Xia Ranyue’s wary expression, He Ange sounded puzzled.

He gestured for her to come closer. After hesitating, she dragged her nine tails over, clearly uneasy.

He Ange reached out, placing his hand on her head.

Immediately, the girl flinched, clutching her bag tightly. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the possibility of having her memories erased, fearing she’d forget everything about He Ange…

But her fears didn’t come true.

He Ange simply patted her head.

“You’ve known about Xuanque for a while now. Do you really think I’d erase your memories?”

“But… but I didn’t know you were a heretic before…”

Even as He Ange patted her head, Xia Ranyue remained uneasy. She leaned against him, her body tense, though her swaying tails betrayed her growing comfort.

“And now you know?”

He Ange raised an eyebrow, his hand ruffling her hair more vigorously, as if teasing a small fox.

The girl pouted, refusing to answer.

He continued:

“Yes, I’m a heretic. How do you feel about that?”

“You lied to me…”

“Anything else?”

“Nothing.”

“Aren’t you afraid of me?”

“A little…”

“Then I’ll erase your memories. That way, you won’t be afraid of me anymore.”

Hearing this, Xia Ranyue’s eyes widened in fear. She clung to him, her enchanting eyes filled with sorrow and reluctance, almost like a plea.

Her reaction left He Ange momentarily stunned.

“I don’t want you to touch my memories. I don’t care if you’re a heretic. I just want to keep my memories of you. If I have to live my life under your lies, what’s the point of my existence…”

She spoke earnestly.

All she wanted was to understand He Ange better.

She hadn’t expected her heartfelt confession to be met with He Ange’s mischievous smile:

“That won’t work. Our cult has rules: personal identities must never be revealed to non-members. If discovered, we either kill them or erase their memories…”

As he spoke, Xia Ranyue’s enchanting eyes filled with despair.

She didn’t know how far He Ange would go.

If Xuanque erased all her memories of He Ange, then the past six months would feel like an empty shell.

She had finally found a meaningful connection, a human youth she cherished.

He Ange might be willing to let her go.

But Xia Ranyue wasn’t willing to lose him.

“I don’t want this… I don’t…”

She buried her face in his chest, her voice trembling with tears. Xia Ranyue was on the verge of breaking down. Unlike her sister, she wasn’t strong enough to fight He Ange or Xuanque. If He Ange truly intended to be ruthless, she had no choice but to accept her fate.

She loved him so much, yet all she got in return was, “It’s the cult’s rule”?

It wasn’t just despair—it was heartbreak.

Seeing her about to cry,

He Ange placed a hand on her back, gently stroking her soft white hair—

“Unless… you become my little spirit fox.”

He smiled.

For a moment, Xia Ranyue blinked in confusion. She looked up at him, her enchanting eyes red and teary, unsure if he was serious or joking.

He Ange shrugged, his tone warm and affectionate:

“You could be like Jin Nian, my spirit pet. With a master-servant bond, you’d be part of the Abyssal Phoenix cult, and I wouldn’t have to erase your memories.”

“I…”

Xia Ranyue’s mind went blank.

The thought of having her memories erased, versus becoming He Ange’s little fox and traveling the world with him as a heretic, sharing adventures and relying on each other…

The answer seemed obvious.

“I… I’m will—”

“Just kidding. Our cult doesn’t have such rules.”

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Before she could finish, He Ange laughed, ruffling her hair like a caring older brother.

Xia Ranyue froze, her red eyes blinking in disbelief.

She had just mustered the courage to entrust her life to him, ready to dedicate her fox spirit’s future to him.

And now,

He told her it was a joke?

Ha… haha…

He really had a twisted sense of humor, didn’t he?

Realizing this, Xia Ranyue let out a self-deprecating laugh. She sniffled, her lips trembling, her enchanting eyes a mix of relief and lingering frustration—

Thud!

The girl twisted her waist and threw a punch at He Ange’s stomach.

Xia Ranyue’s punch was unexpectedly powerful. Her small fist nearly sank into his gut, leaving him gasping in pain, unable to scream as he coughed up blood.

She wasn’t holding back.

This punch was fueled by genuine anger. Even as He Ange spat blood, she felt no regret.

After all, who told him to joke about her heartfelt confession?

Xia Ranyue punched him for being such a jerk!

“You… you’re so cruel…”

He Ange coughed blood, clutching his stomach, his face pale as he struggled to stay upright.

He stumbled forward, only to be caught by Xia Ranyue.

She held the weakened youth, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered with a mix of anger and affection:

“If you dare toy with my feelings again, even if I can’t beat you, I’ll tell my sister to teach you a lesson!”

“Teach me… like this?”

He Ange’s voice trembled, his face pale as he realized just how ruthless the little fox could be.

Just days ago, Xia Ranyue had been gentle and obedient, like a warm, comforting presence. He’d enjoyed cuddling her nine tails at night, finding them cozy… But now, she had the nerve to hit him so hard.

Her fierceness reminded him of his senior sister, An Luo Yi.

Back then, he’d often teased An Luo Yi, only to be met with a slap that left him in tears.

As a child, An Luo Yi had disciplined him so thoroughly that he never dared to disrespect her again.

In that sense, An Luo Yi was even harsher than Xia Ranyue.

But they weren’t wrong.

He Ange had a tendency to push boundaries, and without a little pain, he wouldn’t learn his lesson.

“He Ange, if you still want to cuddle my tails at night, if you still want to pat my head… then cherish and respect me more.”

“Otherwise, one day, you’ll lose me!”

Xia Ranyue held him close, her voice a mix of anger and longing.

Hearing this, the youth nodded obediently.

Only then did the girl’s anger subside.

“And one more thing…”

She leaned closer.

Resting her chin on his shoulder, her cheeks flushed, her heart racing as she gathered her courage.

After a moment’s hesitation,

Xia Ranyue stuck out her soft pink tongue, gently licking his cheek—

“I’m willing.”

“To be your little fox.”

…

Outside the secret realm, in the classical pavilion.

The elders sat anxiously, their eyes glued to the screen. Their hearts were heavy with worry, but they could only wait.

An Luo Yi was no exception.

Moments ago, they had watched as He Ange, Jue Wuqing, and the others hesitated at the fork, ultimately choosing the mysterious right path.

When the screen showed the grand Abyssal Hall, the elders turned pale, their foreheads beading with sweat as they stood in shock.

It was an Abyssal Hall!

An ancient hall like this could house a guardian deity from ancient times, possibly even a relic of the Abyssal Phoenix. It might contain treasures or inheritances of unimaginable value.

Such a relic was far beyond the reach of Core Formation disciples!

And yet…

Jue Wuqing had led the group into the Abyssal Hall?!

The screen cut off there, as expected. The hall’s abyssal barrier blocked the Fox Clan Sacred Maiden’s Moon Eye illusion.

Still…

The elders were uneasy, torn between fear and hope.

What if a disciple managed to survive the Abyssal Hall?

If they brought back an abyssal inheritance or treasure, it would be a monumental gain for their sect.

“Look! Look!”

“Someone’s coming out—!”

…

At the front of the crowd, the silver-haired fairy’s cold eyes widened slightly.