After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 39 - The Road Ahead Is Long, Work Hard!

He Ange felt like he was doomed.

Earlier that afternoon, he had been discussing plans to visit the black market with Xia Ranyue when Xu Xin arrived, bringing news that their master, Qin Shiyan, wanted to reward him with cultivation techniques and pills.

This was, of course, fantastic news for He Ange.

In this world, cultivation resources were tightly controlled by powerful factions, and opportunities to receive free techniques and pills were rare treasures.

Feeling elated, He Ange quickly sent Xia Ranyue on her way and headed to Shiyun Pavilion, where Qin Shiyan resided, full of anticipation.

But when he pushed open the door, he was greeted by the sight of the black-dressed fairy sitting on her dragon chair, holding the pink “fairy wand,” her face flushed with embarrassment.

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The scene was... odd, to say the least.

He Ange froze, unable to process what he was seeing.

Then, noticing the way she was glaring at him with her flushed face, he suddenly remembered the “fairy wand” and its... unique properties. He realized she must have discovered its true function.

This was beyond awkward.

The fairy wand contained a spiritual energy core. When infused with even a small amount of spiritual energy, it would vibrate rhythmically.

Clearly, Qin Shiyan had figured this out.

And now, at this particular time of day, with her holding the wand and her face red...?

He Ange didn’t know what had transpired between his master and the wand before he arrived. He didn’t want to know. He couldn’t even begin to imagine. All he could do was nod knowingly and offer her an awkward smile.

“I won’t disturb you. I’ll just... be going now,” he said.

Bang!

He quickly shut the door behind him and tried to leave as calmly as possible.

But, as expected, he didn’t get far.

“Stop right there!” came a cold voice.

A wave of immense spiritual pressure radiated from Shiyun Pavilion, pinning He Ange in place.

As a late Nascent Soul cultivator, Qin Shiyan’s anger was terrifying. Just a single command from her was enough to render He Ange immobile.

“If you still want to stay in the Shengxu Sect, you’d better come back here,” she said.

Before he knew it, the black-dressed fairy had stepped out of the pavilion, standing on the mountaintop and looking down at him. Her arms were crossed, and her fingers tapped rhythmically, as if counting down her patience.

Qin Shiyan brought him back to Shiyun Pavilion.

As his master, she felt it was her duty to educate him. After all, he was still a minor, not even eighteen, and yet he had the audacity to sell adult novelty items on the black market—and to sell one to his own master, no less!

If he was capable of such bold actions at his age, Qin Shiyan couldn’t even imagine what he might do in the future.

Sitting back on her dragon chair, she took a deep breath to calm her embarrassment, then gestured for He Ange to stand before her.

“Come here. Tonight, I’m giving you a lesson in moral education!”

…

He Ange received a lecture from Qin Shiyan.

Well, “lecture” might be putting it mildly. It was more like an extended scolding, filled with the kind of moral lessons he had grown tired of hearing in his previous life. The gist of it was to be a good person, to follow the righteous path of cultivation, and to avoid straying into darkness.

For He Ange, a demonic cultivator, it was like listening to a sermon. His head was spinning by the end of it.

By the time night fell, Qin Shiyan herself was feeling a bit tired. Seeing his pitiful expression, she assumed he was genuinely remorseful and waved him off.

But just as he was about to leave, she called him back.

“Oh, I almost forgot the main reason I called you here,” she said.

She gestured for him to hold out his hand, then placed a small, ornate pouch in his palm.

“This contains some sword techniques and pills. When I took you in as my disciple, I promised you these. Study them thoroughly. Once you’ve mastered the basics, come back for more advanced resources,” she said.

She didn’t mention the swordsmanship class or any of the earlier events. It felt more like a parent calming down after scolding their child and offering them dinner.

“This...”

Having just been scolded, He Ange was surprised to receive such a generous reward. He had assumed that after everything that had happened, his master wouldn’t give him any resources.

Apparently, she wasn’t as angry as she had seemed.

“Don’t underestimate that pouch. The resources inside are substantial. Even a true disciple would need at least half a month to fully absorb them,” Qin Shiyan said, turning her face away to avoid his astonished gaze.

He Ange’s face lit up with gratitude. Bowing slightly, he said, “Thank you, Master.”

His sunny disposition was almost infectious. Despite having just been reprimanded, he bore no grudge, his bright eyes shining with sincerity.

Qin Shiyan found herself momentarily captivated by his gaze. But then she reminded herself that this boy, who seemed so innocent, was also someone capable of running a black market business and obtaining demonic pills. He couldn’t possibly be as pure as he appeared.

Almost fooled again...

With a cold huff, she grabbed a book from her desk and handed it to him.

“It’s too early to thank me. Take this notebook as well,” she said.

“Huh? What’s this for?” he asked, puzzled.

“Write an 800-word reflection essay and submit it to me in a few days.”

“?”

…

He Ange left Shiyun Pavilion with the notebook and pouch in hand.

All in all, it had been a fruitful evening. Although the essay assignment felt like a punishment, the pouch of resources more than made up for it.

No matter how tedious the essay might be, it couldn’t compare to the allure of cultivation techniques and pills.

The demonic pills he had received from his master Feng Yuan were already enough to support his cultivation up to the late Foundation Establishment stage. Now, with the resources from Qin Shiyan, the prospect of reaching the Core Formation stage no longer seemed like a distant dream.

He Ange recalled the promise he had made to An Luo Yi the previous night while bathing at her place.

She had asked him about his plans for his cultivation journey and whether he had ever considered becoming a true disciple and exploring the immortal world with her.

He had promised her that within a year, he would rise to the rank of true disciple.

Hearing his promise, An Luo Yi had been deeply moved. She had told him that since he had his own plans, she would no longer pressure him about cultivation. She would leave it to him to manage his own training.

That night, An Luo Yi had been in an exceptionally good mood, smiling more than she had in a long time.

For He Ange, however, that promise had been a necessary compromise. His demonic master, Feng Yuan, had tasked him with becoming a true disciple so he could infiltrate the Shengxu Sect’s forbidden grounds and steal ancient scrolls before defecting back to the demonic sect.

It was a mission he couldn’t avoid. As a demonic cultivator, his survival depended on returning to the villainous stronghold.

With Qin Shiyan’s support, achieving the rank of true disciple seemed within reach. He wouldn’t disappoint An Luo Yi in that regard.

But what would happen after he became a true disciple...

He couldn’t say. He didn’t dare to think about it. Xia Ranyue already called him a liar every day. Adding his senior sister and master to the list of people who despised him wouldn’t make much of a difference.

Being a villain meant being hated. That was inevitable.

…

“Wait, I think I forgot something,” He Ange muttered to himself as he walked several miles away from Shiyun Pavilion.

As he replayed the events of the evening in his mind, he realized that Qin Shiyan had given him many things: techniques, pills, a disciple’s jade token...

But she hadn’t returned the pink silicone wand.

“Huh?”

He Ange paused, sensing something was off. But he quickly shook his head, deciding not to dwell on it.

“Must be overthinking it. Master probably just forgot about it.”