After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 28 - Senior Brother, Such Majestic Immortal Authority

“Look at these bumpkins, never even seen a golden willow chair. Must be some rogue cultivators from a backwater sect.”

“And that boy? Claiming his cooking is better than The Old Nine Gates? Haha! What a joke.”

The obnoxious voices from the neighboring private room made He Ange’s brow twitch slightly.

Treating his senior sister to a meal was supposed to be an enjoyable experience, but now these troublemakers had ruined the atmosphere.

Though He Ange usually appeared easygoing, he was not someone to be trifled with.

During the swordsmanship class, he had tolerated Wang Yuan’s provocations because there were too many cultivators present, Qin Shiyan was watching him, and, frankly, he couldn’t beat Wang Yuan. He had no choice but to suppress his temper.

Within the righteous sects, villains like him had to keep their heads down.

But this wasn’t the sect. This was The Old Nine Gates, far from the sect’s jurisdiction. Why should a demonic cultivator like him fear causing trouble?

Crack!

A sharp sound shattered the air as a sleeve arrow embedded itself in the wall of the neighboring room. The glass it had pierced fell to the floor in shards.

The once-laughing group of men froze, their faces pale.

Though the arrow had lodged harmlessly in the wall, its path had been dangerously close to one man’s head—so close that it had grazed the back of his hair as it flew by.

“You—you brat, what do you think you’re doing?!” one of the richly dressed men shouted, standing up in alarm. The others followed suit, glaring at He Ange with feigned bravado.

But before they could fully express their anger, the icy malice in He Ange’s eyes silenced them.

No matter how arrogant they were, they were just pampered young masters from wealthy families. In contrast, He Ange was a seasoned demonic cultivator who had spent years surviving the cutthroat world of the black market. The killing intent in his gaze was on a completely different level, like a wolf staring down a flock of chickens.

“Junior Brother He, let it go. The sect has rules. We’re not allowed to harm ordinary mortals when we’re outside,” Xu Xin said, stepping forward nervously. She had never seen such a terrifying look in He Ange’s eyes and was genuinely worried about what he might do.

Though she was upset about being insulted as a “bumpkin,” she didn’t think it was worth escalating the situation. She hoped to defuse the tension before things got out of hand.

People often prefer a middle ground.

If He Ange had done nothing in response to the insults, Xu Xin would have thought the men were being too much. But if he drew his sword and attacked, she would feel compelled to intervene, thinking the situation didn’t warrant such extreme measures.

“Senior Sister, I don’t think these young masters from wealthy families qualify as ordinary mortals,” He Ange said coldly, his gaze still fixed on the men in the other room.

The men felt as though they were being stared down by an abyss, and none of them dared to make a sound. They didn’t even dare to breathe too loudly.

Xu Xin grew increasingly anxious. If a fight broke out...

“Besides,” He Ange continued, “these people clearly have some inner strength. They’re likely inner disciples from other sects. A conflict with them wouldn’t violate any laws or sect rules.”

His words were technically directed at Xu Xin, but his tone was meant to intimidate the men in the other room. It was a thinly veiled threat.

And he wasn’t wrong.

Conflicts between cultivators weren’t under the jurisdiction of the imperial court. While sects prohibited their disciples from harming ordinary mortals, they turned a blind eye to disputes between their own members and those of other sects.

Such clashes were common in the cultivation world.

For example, fights often broke out in secret realms over rare treasures.

Swish!

With a flick of his fingers, He Ange recalled the sleeve arrow, which flew back into his sleeve.

Stowing the arrow, he said coldly, “If you don’t want to die, come over here and apologize to my senior sister.”

He spoke with such confidence because he had the upper hand. He could tell that these young masters were spoiled brats who had never faced real danger. Even though his cultivation wasn’t much higher than theirs, his sheer presence was enough to cow them.

These sheltered sons of wealthy families would be scared half to death by any random thug from the black market, let alone someone like He Ange.

“I—I’m sorry...” one of the women in the group stammered, bowing her head. She seemed to be the most timid of the bunch. Judging by her luxurious attire, she was likely a young lady from a prominent family, brought along by the men for a social gathering.

The remaining men exchanged uneasy glances, their faces pale. They hadn’t expected this seemingly gentle white-robed boy to exude such a terrifying aura.

His eyes alone suggested he had taken dozens of lives.

“I... I...” one of the weaker men hesitated, looking like he might apologize.

But before he could, another man stepped forward, sneering as he met He Ange’s gaze.

“He’s just a Foundation Establishment brat. What are you all afraid of? Sit down. We didn’t say anything wrong. Why should we apologize?”

“Senior Brother Wang will be here soon. He’s a Core Formation cultivator. When he arrives, he’ll teach this brat a lesson!”

“Exactly! Senior Brother Wang is on his way!”

At the mention of “Senior Brother Wang,” the group seemed to regain their courage. They all began to puff themselves up, treating this mysterious “Senior Brother Wang” as their savior.

Moments ago, they had been paralyzed with fear from He Ange’s killing intent. Now, they remembered that the host of today’s gathering was none other than Wang Yuan, a true disciple of the Shengxu Sect.

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When Wang Yuan had invited them, he had mentioned that he planned to teach a certain inner disciple a lesson during the swordsmanship class. He had promised to share the story over lunch, turning it into a source of amusement for everyone.

If Wang Yuan could easily deal with an inner disciple from the Shengxu Sect, surely he wouldn’t let some rogue cultivator disrupt his gathering.

These young masters, all from prominent families in Yong’an City, were not particularly strong. Some of them even had poor spiritual veins. But Wang Yuan was different. He came from a noble family, had exceptional talent, and had reached the Core Formation stage in swordsmanship by the age of twenty-three.

With Wang Yuan as their backup, the group clung to the hope that he would soon arrive and resolve the situation.

As the tension hung in the air, the back courtyard doors suddenly swung open, drawing everyone’s attention.

Speak of the devil.

The newcomer was none other than Wang Yuan, a true disciple of the Shengxu Sect.

But something was off. Wang Yuan’s expression was far from his usual confident demeanor. He looked resentful and exhausted, as if he had just been thoroughly beaten.

The onlookers weren’t the only ones feeling uneasy. Wang Yuan himself was equally bewildered.

When his eyes met those of the white-robed boy in the room, he froze.

How could he not recognize him? It was He Ange! The same He Ange who had humiliated him during the swordsmanship class, teaming up with An Luo Yi to make a fool of him.

As Wang Yuan stood there, trying to process why He Ange was here, a richly dressed young man from the other room rushed out, his face lighting up as if he had just found a lifeline.

“Hey, brat! Open your eyes and take a good look. This is Senior Brother Wang, the one hosting our gathering!”

“Senior Brother Wang is a true disciple of the Shengxu Sect. He could kill you with a flick of his finger. If you kneel down and apologize right now, he might just spare your life!”

The room fell silent.

After a moment, He Ange began to clap, a sly smile spreading across his face.

“Senior Brother Wang, such majestic immortal authority!”

“Should I kneel and beg for mercy right now? Perhaps you’ll grant me, a mere commoner, a sliver of mercy?”

As he spoke, he casually pulled out a small recording stone, tossing it lightly in his hand.

The moment Wang Yuan saw the recording stone, his face turned ashen.