After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 31 - Senior Sister Isn’t Happy Today

An Luo Yi wasn’t in a good mood today.

During the swordsmanship class, she had stepped in to help He Ange, which was already a rare indulgence on her part. While his overall performance was commendable, it was only because of her intervention that he managed to save face. It wasn’t a true display of his own limits.

In her mind, He Ange was strong enough to handle Wang Yuan on his own. That would’ve been the outcome she had envisioned.

But that was in the past. He Ange hadn’t performed terribly, and she could forgive him for that.

What truly soured her mood was what happened after the class. She had left early and waited by the gates of the swordsmanship plaza, intending to take He Ange home and give him a proper lecture. But to her surprise, when He Ange finally left, he was walking arm-in-arm with Xu Xin, the two of them laughing and chatting as if they were the best of friends.

What made it worse was that An Luo Yi had been standing right there at the gates, and He Ange had walked right past her without even noticing.

That moment broke her.

Never mind who Xu Xin was to He Ange.

During the class, when Wang Yuan had humiliated him, wasn’t it An Luo Yi who had stepped in to defend him?

Before the class, wasn’t it An Luo Yi who had sparred with him, helping him prepare?

And yet, in the end, she was left standing there like an outsider. She had helped him teach Wang Yuan a lesson, only for him to charm another girl and walk off with her, completely ignoring An Luo Yi.

???

No one could understand how it felt for An Luo Yi to stand there at the gates, watching helplessly as He Ange and Xu Xin disappeared down the mountain together.

It was a bitter feeling, a mix of jealousy and frustration that made her chest ache. She had to fight the urge to draw her sword and strike He Ange right then and there.

In the end, she didn’t disturb their little moment.

Rationally, she knew He Ange wasn’t at fault. She hadn’t told him she was waiting for him, so how could he have known?

And Xu Xin... she was his senior sister. During the class, she had also stood up for him, publicly defending him. Her intentions were likely purer than An Luo Yi’s, without any hidden motives.

He Ange, being the kind-hearted person he was, would naturally return kindness with kindness.

From that perspective, it made sense for Xu Xin and He Ange to get along.

But why did it still bother her so much?

Why did it feel like she had been foolishly overthinking everything?

The thought only deepened the sting in her heart. With a cold expression, An Luo Yi left the swordsmanship plaza, her mood as heavy as ever.

…

By the time the class ended, it was already afternoon.

An Luo Yi hadn’t eaten. She was too upset, her stomach tied in knots with frustration and resentment.

Halfway up Luo Xue Peak.

The silver-haired fairy walked along the mountain steps, her figure lonely and forlorn, like a ghostly beauty lost in thought.

She could’ve flown back to the peak on her sword, reaching her destination in no time.

But she wasn’t in the mood. She wanted to take her time, to clear her head.

After all, even if she returned early, there was nothing waiting for her except more sword practice.

As she walked, her mind wandered.

Perhaps it wasn’t entirely He Ange’s fault. She had been too hard on him, always pushing him to meet her high expectations.

An Luo Yi was a perfectionist. She wanted He Ange to be as exceptional as she was.

But people were different. Everyone had their own aspirations. He Ange wanted nothing more than to be an ordinary disciple of the sect. No matter how much she wanted to “help” him, she couldn’t force him to train against his will.

But time didn’t wait for anyone.

Didn’t he realize that one day, she might leave the sect? She could be summoned by the Empress of Longchao to serve as an immortal attendant, or she might be sent to the frontlines to battle demonic sects in the Western or Northern regions.

When that day came, she wouldn’t be able to stay in the Shengxu Sect anymore.

She didn’t want to be alone.

What if one day she fell in battle against a demonic sect, and He Ange didn’t even know? What if they never got to see each other again?

He was just a Foundation Establishment disciple. He had probably never even encountered a demonic cultivator. How could he possibly understand the dangers of the battlefield?

He didn’t understand the perils of the cultivation path.

Back in the capital, when they practiced swordsmanship together, he had promised to protect her when he grew up. But now, if she were truly in danger, what could he possibly do to fulfill that childhood dream of saving her?

She would be lucky if she didn’t have to protect him instead.

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If he could at least reach the Core Formation stage, she could take him along as an attendant. That way, he wouldn’t be left so far behind.

The sect master had once said, “An immortal and a mortal are destined to part ways.” Perhaps there was some truth to that.

The more she thought about it, the more her head ached. An Luo Yi was so frustrated she wanted to smack He Ange with the flat of her sword.

…

“Still alone, after all.”

Reaching the peak, the silver-haired fairy muttered to herself.

Luo Xue Peak was as cold and empty as ever. The pavilion was silent, devoid of any life.

This was why she hadn’t wanted to return home early. Her residence was so bare, so devoid of warmth, that it felt like nothing more than a hollow shell.

Loneliness was a hard thing to endure.

Once, An Luo Yi had embraced solitude.

But ever since He Ange had entered her life, she had begun to change. Like a pure white crane discovering the warmth of the mortal world, she had started to understand human emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, and love.

Pushing open the gate to the courtyard, she stepped inside.

In the center of the courtyard stood a peculiar stone pillar, its surface covered in sword marks.

This was a unique feature of Luo Xue Peak—a natural jadeite cluster with extraordinary hardness, perfect for practicing swordsmanship.

Before becoming a true disciple, An Luo Yi had already taken a liking to Luo Xue Peak. She often invited He Ange to practice here. Once, in a fit of competitiveness, they had taken turns striking the stone, trying to see whose sword aura was sharper.

Over time, the stone became covered in countless marks, a testament to their shared memories.

Reaching out, An Luo Yi traced the scars on the stone with her fingers, a wave of melancholy washing over her. Ever since He Ange’s spiritual vein had been crippled, they hadn’t shared the same carefree joy they once had. They weren’t as inseparable as they used to be.

Summoning her sword, An Luo Yi rolled up her sleeves and prepared to practice alone.

…

She practiced all afternoon.

As evening fell, her stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten lunch—or dinner.

She sighed. Her life felt so monotonous. All she ever did was practice swordsmanship. No wonder He Ange preferred spending time with other senior sisters.

Changing into a clean dress, she decided to go down the mountain to find something to eat. But as she reached the courtyard gate, she noticed a figure climbing the stairs.

Luo Xue Peak was quite tall, and the boy looked tired from the climb. He waved at her with a cheerful smile.

An Luo Yi didn’t know why he had come, but seeing his exhausted state, she quickly opened the gate and invited him in.

“Why didn’t you fly up on your sword?”

“I just broke through to Foundation Establishment. I haven’t learned how to fly yet,” He Ange replied with a shrug.

An Luo Yi stared at him, her eyes widening slightly as she remembered that just a few days ago, he had still been at the Qi Refinement stage. She seemed lost in thought.

After a moment, she spoke.

“Next time you come to Luo Xue Peak, just let me know. I’ll fly down to pick you up.”

“Alright. Actually, it’s not just that I can’t fly—I’m also afraid of heights.”

“Afraid of heights?” she asked, her expression skeptical.

“What? Can’t a man be afraid of heights?”

He Ange replied seriously, “Whenever I stand on a sword, I feel unsteady, like I’m going to fall. If I look down, I get dizzy and scared...”

“Does that mean you’ll never be able to fly on a sword?”

His earnest tone made An Luo Yi genuinely concerned. After all, a sword cultivator who couldn’t fly was essentially crippled in their path.

Not being able to fly would be a huge disadvantage.

“Not necessarily. If I had something to hold onto, I’d feel more stable and wouldn’t be afraid.”

“Something to hold onto?”

An Luo Yi noticed the mischievous glint in his eyes.

She realized what he was implying, but it took her a moment to process.

“If Senior Sister let me hold onto her waist while flying—”

“?”

Before he could finish, An Luo Yi’s cold gaze silenced him. Her eyes carried a mix of annoyance and disbelief.

It was just like him to slip in a cheeky comment at the most unexpected moment.

He Ange was about to apologize, but An Luo Yi spoke first.

“It’s not... impossible,” she said softly, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

Seeing his stunned expression, she let out a huff, turned on her heel, and walked away, leaving behind a faint fragrance in the air.

“If you have the guts, that is.”

tln : i really wanna punch an lou yi