After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 21 - True Disciples

“Since you’re Master’s sixth disciple, I’ll call you Old Six from now on!”

Xu Xin patted He Ange’s head, her smile bright and sunny.

She seemed to be around the same age as He Ange. While her looks couldn’t compare to the stunning beauty of Xia Ranyue or An Luo Yi, she had a cheerful and wholesome charm befitting a noble young lady.

To He Ange, girls like Xu Xin—straightforward, clean, and genuine—were ideal.

Beauty was just a bonus, never a necessity.

“Since we’re both disciples of Fairy Qin, Senior Sister can just call me He Ange,” he said politely.

“What, you don’t like being called Old Six? Back in the sect, our senior brother used to call me Old Five all the time,” Xu Xin teased.

“Senior Sister Xu, how do I put this... Where I’m from, being called Old Six has some odd connotations. Besides, I have a name. Why not just use that?”

“Alright, alright. If you don’t like it, I won’t call you that,” Xu Xin said with a shrug, though she seemed a little disappointed.

The swordsmanship class hadn’t started yet, and the disciples were lined up in neat rows in the plaza, waiting for the elder and the true disciples to arrive.

Xu Xin stood beside He Ange in the back row.

As they waited, she glanced at He Ange’s face, her gaze carrying a hint of curiosity and scrutiny.

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Anyone who caught Qin Shiyan’s eye and was accepted as her disciple was bound to be someone extraordinary.

In the past, Xu Xin had barely interacted with her fellow disciples under Fairy Qin. Most of them were high-ranking true disciples, far too proud to bother with someone like her, a mere inner disciple.

She had assumed the new junior brother would also be some aloof prodigy, just like the others.

But to her surprise, the new disciple seemed... nice?

It was unexpected.

What puzzled her even more was how weak he appeared.

It wasn’t that Xu Xin looked down on weaker individuals—she was just worried. Could someone like He Ange really survive under Fairy Qin’s tutelage?

Her senior brothers weren’t exactly known for their kindness.

The thought made Xu Xin start to feel a little concerned for He Ange.

…

On the elevated platform of the swordsmanship plaza, the true disciples began to arrive.

An Luo Yi was the first to appear.

As the Shengxu Sect’s renowned “Child of Destiny,” her beauty was unparalleled.

Her features were exquisitely delicate.

Her eyes were like autumn waters, her brows like distant mountains. Her silver hair was silky and smooth, her fair face radiant and flawless, glowing with an otherworldly sheen.

Her flowing celestial dress exuded an air of transcendence and grace.

Her demeanor was cold and ethereal, like a goddess who had accidentally descended to the mortal realm.

The moment she appeared, the previously noisy plaza fell silent. The inner disciples gazed at the silver-haired fairy with awe and admiration. Though their thoughts varied, they all shared a sense of reverence, knowing she was someone to be admired from afar, not approached.

Following An Luo Yi was Wang Yuan, a more familiar face among the true disciples.

The last to arrive was a black-haired, pale-faced man in white robes, his eyes closed and his expression serene.

His name was Bai Zihua.

He was one of Fairy Qin’s disciples, making him He Ange and Xu Xin’s senior brother.

Bai Zihua was at the peak of the Core Formation stage. In terms of cultivation level, he was slightly ahead of An Luo Yi. However, individual talent varied, and An Luo Yi’s ice spiritual vein gave her immense potential to surpass her level. Within the Nascent Soul stage and below, she was practically unrivaled.

“See that? That’s our senior brother Bai Zihua. He’s ranked third under Fairy Qin!” Xu Xin said, her tone filled with admiration.

He Ange looked up and had to admit, the man certainly had the aura of a big shot.

But something about it seemed... off.

“If he’s ranked third, why isn’t he called Third Senior Brother?” He Ange asked.

“Because the top two disciples have already graduated and left the Shengxu Sect. They’re now serving as imperial immortal guards under the Empress of Longchao!” Xu Xin explained.

“Really?”

“Yep! Master is amazing. Any disciple lucky enough to receive her guidance ends up becoming a pillar of the immortal sects!”

Talking about her master made Xu Xin’s eyes sparkle with pride.

“I just wonder when we’ll be able to become strong and independent like our senior brothers and sisters...” she murmured, her small eyes filled with big dreams.

He Ange found himself momentarily dazed.

Once upon a time, he had harbored similar aspirations, dreaming of walking the righteous path and living a glorious life in this world.

But his life had been derailed by a wicked demoness, leaving him to fall into the demonic path.

It was clear that he and Xu Xin were destined to walk very different roads.

…

The moment Wang Yuan stepped into the swordsmanship plaza, he felt something was off.

Why was the black-dressed fairy sitting in the pavilion behind the platform?

That alone was strange enough. Fairy Qin wasn’t a swordsmanship elder. Even if she wanted to observe the class, it shouldn’t have been a big deal.

What truly shocked Wang Yuan was the presence of An Luo Yi.

This was a headache.

A high-and-mighty fairy who rarely showed her face had suddenly decided to attend an inner sect swordsmanship class? What was she doing here?

“She said earlier that she wouldn’t interfere in He Ange’s matters. I’ll just pretend she’s not here,” Wang Yuan muttered to himself, trying to calm his nerves.

With that thought, he steeled himself and focused on the task at hand.

As everyone gathered, the elder known as the Sword Master stepped onto the platform and began his lecture, imparting knowledge to the inner disciples.

The lecture itself wasn’t particularly engaging. It didn’t teach specific sword techniques or moves but focused on the principles of swordsmanship—how to synchronize with one’s sword, channel spiritual energy into the sword’s core, and so on.

For He Ange, a demonic cultivator, these righteous theories were practically useless. His energy wasn’t spiritual—it was demonic.

As the elder droned on, his voice soft and unclear, He Ange felt like he was listening to a monotonous chant. Within five minutes, he was yawning, struggling to keep his eyes open.

But before he could doze off, a chilling sensation shot through him.

Looking up, he saw his silver-haired senior sister glaring at him from the platform. Her gaze was a clear warning: Pay attention. Don’t you dare zone out.

While the other disciples, including Xu Xin, were diligently listening, He Ange felt like he was in prison, forced to endure a lecture that held no meaning for him.

Somehow, he made it through the tedious theory session.

Next came the practical segment, where the three true disciples would take the stage.

Their task was to select a few inner disciples to demonstrate the application of the techniques taught in the lecture.

Standing on the platform, Bai Zihua glanced toward the pavilion where Fairy Qin sat. After receiving a subtle nod from her, he turned back to the crowd, his gaze sweeping over the gathered disciples before settling on a white-robed boy in the back row.

So this was the new junior brother Master wanted him to test?

Bai Zihua’s expression remained calm, but his eyes betrayed a hint of disappointment.

“A cripple,” he murmured softly, shaking his head slightly.

What a waste of such a handsome face.

…

In the plaza, He Ange suddenly felt three intense gazes boring into him, sending a chill down his spine.

Looking up, he saw the three true disciples on the platform—all staring at him with undisguised intent.

“?”

“What the fu?”