After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 196 - Aren’t You Afraid of Getting Struck by Lightning for Touching the Destined Heroine?!
Aren’t You Afraid of Getting Struck by Lightning for Touching the Destined Heroine?!
In her heart of hearts, when the white-robed youth reached towards her, An Luo Yi felt a desperate urge to die.
She was utterly terrified, feeling completely vulnerable.
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Fortunately, as the Destined Heroine, An Luo Yi was protected by the gods of the heavens. The appearance of the sacred golden divine seal on her forehead acted as an unbreakable lock on her consciousness. As long as her will remained unyielding, the divine seal would prevent anyone from defiling her soul!
Being the Destined Heroine, An Luo Yi valued her purity far more than ordinary women. She had secretly vowed that no man other than He Ange would ever have the right to enter her consciousness.
This was An Luo Yi’s own choice, and she had never regretted it.
But strangely, as soon as the white-robed youth’s aura was sensed, the reincarnation divine seal on her forehead—second only to True God level—automatically dissolved.
This brought a flash of despair to An Luo Yi’s eyes.
In that moment, she bit her lip in humiliation, even considering detonating her essence to perish alongside these conniving old bastards! She would rather die than let them taint her soul’s purity!
But ultimately, An Luo Yi didn’t follow through with such thoughts.
It wasn’t that she feared death—her proud destiny wouldn’t allow it. Her incredibly strong destiny and fortune had instilled a deep-seated rebellious spirit in her since childhood.
She secretly vowed to remember every face present here—one day she’d kill them all and exact revenge.
A tear of humiliation and hatred traced down her beautiful cheek.
Yet at that moment, An Luo Yi locked eyes with the white-robed youth wearing a silver phoenix mask. She should have glared at him with hatred, but instead, she saw a hint of tenderness in his eyes beneath the mask.
That tenderness seemed to empathize with her tear of humiliation, as if comforting her despairing heart...
An Luo Yi recognized that gentleness!
Meanwhile, as the white-robed youth continued reaching towards her forehead’s consciousness, sensing his abyssal power, An Luo Yi’s mind went blank with a buzzing noise.
Various fragmented clues seemed to click into place...
No wonder the handwriting on that letter was so neat and elegant.
No wonder the moonlit maiden had held back when subduing her, ensuring no puppet harmed her skin.
No wonder the white-robed youth had kindly loosened the silver threads binding her, not wanting to see her tied up in an undignified manner.
No wonder his gaze was gentle and clear when meeting hers...
“You’re He An—mmph?!”
Instinctively she wanted to call out his name, but before she could speak, he covered her mouth with his hand.
An Luo Yi looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. She was now certain—this “Holy Son” was indeed He Ange!
He Ange was the only man she’d ever loved—even if he turned to ash, she’d recognize him!
“This celestial sister—I told you to behave and not resist.”
The white-robed youth smiled gently, speaking with tender indulgence.
Hearing his voice confirmed it for An Luo Yi—this was He Ange!
She remembered vividly how the white-robed youth who died in her arms had such familiar abyssal power... Moreover, his words were identical to He Ange’s. Earlier she found him repulsive because she hadn’t recognized He Ange’s aura—disliking a stranger using such familiar tones with her.
Now,
An Luo Yi stared wide-eyed at He Ange—desperate to confirm many things with him—but with her mouth covered, she couldn’t speak.
Moreover,
She saw a hint of struggle beneath his silver phoenix mask—
He seemed to be signaling her not to speak...
Realizing several elder ministers were watching nearby,
An Luo Yi wisely stopped struggling—knowing that exposing He Ange’s identity now would only arouse suspicion among Dragon Dynasty’s ministers.
“That’s better.”
“Where I come from we say: resistance is futile—enjoy it instead.”
“Soul-searching is quick—just sleep and it’ll be over.”
With those words,
He Ange pressed his abyssal hand against the silver-haired celestial maiden’s forehead—since she no longer resisted—the sacred golden seal didn’t react—allowing his abyssal power to easily penetrate An Luo Yi’s consciousness and soul.
For a moment,
An Luo Yi felt someone invading her consciousness—a flicker of grievance and resentment crossed her cold eyes.
Even knowing it was He Ange performing the soul-searching—no longer resisting—didn’t mean she willingly let him treat her this way. His earlier feigned death had nearly shattered her heart—and now he aided those elder ministers in harming her!
Moreover,
Bound hand and foot like a prisoner before him—
“He Ange—what are you trying to do...”
She murmured inwardly—resignedly closing her eyes—biting her lip in silent endurance.
If He Ange insisted on soul-searching—what choice did she have? Her body had long been molded by him—she couldn’t bring herself to truly hate him...
But what puzzled An Luo Yi was that when He Ange’s hand glowed with magic—she didn’t feel any pain from having her soul thoroughly examined. Instead, warmth spread from her abdomen—heat suffusing her body—her meridians flowing smoothly—as if every part of her was being gently massaged by He Ange’s skilled hands!
An Luo Yi opened her eyes weakly gasping for breath—a hint of reluctant affection hidden beneath her resentful gaze.
He Ange always had this effect on her—making An Luo Yi both love and hate him! Wanting desperately to hit him yet feeling too soft-hearted—
Unconsciously,
An Luo Yi felt drowsy—
He Ange’s touch was too comforting—he knew every inch of An Luo Yi’s body intimately—easily bringing her pleasure and happiness—
Her heart felt warm—as if healing all recent sorrow and heartache—
Truthfully,
An Luo Yi hadn’t slept well in ages—
Since accidentally killing He Ange she’d dreaded nights alone in bed without him beside her—the loneliness and guilt kept her awake—making days feel like years—
“Sleep—I’m here.”
In her mind,
He Ange’s gentle reassurance echoed—
Unprecedented safety washed over An Luo Yi—returning to happier times when peace filled her heart—
She loved He Ange’s special “soul-searching” yet feared falling asleep comfortably only to awaken without him—in some dark dungeon devoid of his presence—
Finally,
She succumbed to drowsiness—
Her vision blurred as eyelids drooped—the celestial maiden exhaustedly closed them—head slowly lowering—
And this scene was witnessed by Li Nanshan and other elder ministers—
They were speechless with shock—
Spirit Phoenix Sect’s new Holy Son He Yuan had terrifying methods!
The previous night he’d ruthlessly planned capturing the Destined Heroine for soul-searching—
Tonight he’d lulled that rebellious heroine into sleep with mere words—willingly opening her consciousness for soul-searching?!
What fearsome skill was this?
Before He Ange began soul-searching—the silver-haired celestial maiden’s gaze had been filled with hatred towards Li Nanshan—they were certain if freed she’d have rushed out first thing to chop off Li Nanshan’s head!
And now—the once defiant Destined Heroine—a future figure destined to defy heaven itself—had simply surrendered in He Yuan’s hands?
Where was your rebellious spirit?
Your pride and dignity?
What an astonishing reversal!
Watching as the white-robed youth caressed the celestial maiden’s face—entranced by this sleeping beauty—unable to resist stroking and kneading—
At last,
Li Nanshan couldn’t remain silent any longer—a light cough both reminder and warning:
“Holy Son He Yuan—please focus on soul-searching.”
“An Luo Yi is our dynasty’s third-rank celestial servant—a Destined Heroine—and soul-searching already defies fate. If you further defile her purity...”
Li Nanshan hesitated—frowning uneasily:
“I fear for Holy Son’s safety tomorrow should lightning strike.”
At Li Nanshan’s age he’d seen countless beauties—but no beauty surpassed destiny or fortune’s value—
And plotting against a Destined Heroine already defied fate—
In Li Nanshan’s view—it was better to anger heaven by seizing destiny than through lustful desires—
Moreover—the one defiling a Destined Heroine’s chastity was Spirit Phoenix Sect’s Holy Son himself—if he angered heaven bringing divine punishment—they’d suffer alongside him—
Why should Li Nanshan endure such punishment?
If He Ange enjoyed himself—they gained nothing yet shared his risk of angering heaven—
“Oh? Is that so.”
Under stern warnings from elder ministers,
He Ange finally withdrew his hand—not daring continue caressing the silver-haired celestial maiden—
He’d nearly forgotten that his current identity remained Spirit Phoenix Sect’s Holy Son—and touching Dragon Dynasty Empress’ Destined Heroine wasn’t appropriate—
After all,
He’d experienced heavenly wrath firsthand knowing Li Nanshan wasn’t bluffing!
That night,
Luo Xue Peak was shrouded in dark clouds—lightning flashing thunder roaring—
He Ange vividly remembered without Abyssal Pearl acting as lightning rod when breaking An Luo Yi’s virginity heaven would’ve struck him down instantly reducing him to ashes—
With Destined Heroines one must tread carefully—
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