After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 6 - Daring to Return, Youre a Real Man!

“Because the Senior Sister you’ve always admired spent last night with me.”

—?

Wang Qiong was stunned.

Replaying He Ange’s words in his mind, Wang Qiong’s head buzzed, questioning if he’d misheard.

The ‘Senior Sister Xia’ He Ange mentioned was undoubtedly the inner disciple Xia Ranyue.

And indeed, Wang Qiong had feelings for her, though he hadn’t confessed, so few in the outer sect knew.

If Wang Qiong remembered correctly, after last night’s cultivation, he went to invite Xia Ranyue to watch the competition, only to be told she was unavailable.

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Could it be…

Did Senior Sister Xia really spend the night with He Ange?

Alone, in the dead of night?

It’s not impossible. Even if He Ange is a spiritual vein-less loser, he’s handsome. Maybe Senior Sister Xia really did take a liking to him…

In that brief moment of thought, Wang Qiong’s face turned green. Even if it was one-sided, this was a challenge to his male pride!

He Ange truly had a knack for hitting where it hurt.

“He Ange, alright! You’ve really done it… You’ve succeeded in angering me. Are you happy now?”

“Let’s settle this on the stage!”

With those harsh words, Wang Qiong shot He Ange a dark look before storming off.

He Ange finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could relax, the silver-haired fairy appeared behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder—

“Was what you said just now true?”

Even without turning, the chill radiating from behind was enough for He Ange to imagine the fairy’s icy gaze.

An Luo Yi was angry.

Crack…

Ouch!

His shoulder bones creaked under her grip, and He Ange inhaled sharply, trying to maintain his composure as he explained.

“Of course it’s false, Senior Sister. I just wanted to provoke him into competing with me~”

“You’re that confident? What if you can’t beat him?”

An Luo Yi sneered. Though she didn’t mention Xia Ranyue, her grip on He Ange’s shoulder was enough to show her jealousy.

After being ‘massaged’ by his senior sister for a while, He Ange felt a transformative soreness from his shoulder to his neck.

“Senior Sister, you know it’s a rare inner sect spot. Even if I can’t win, I have to try, right?”

He Ange continued to explain.

At this, An Luo Yi finally eased her grip, a faint smile playing on her lips, seemingly satisfied with the boy before her.

Yes, she wanted He Ange to have this positive attitude.

Even if he lost and embarrassed himself, she wouldn’t blame him, as long as he tried on stage.

It was retreating without a fight that angered An Luo Yi the most.

But today, He Ange had reached Foundation Establishment through his persistence and effort, making his morning tardiness understandable. An Luo Yi was pleased with this He Ange.

As for Xia Ranyue…

When it came to matters between men and women, An Luo Yi didn’t like to overly control He Ange. She had confidence in keeping him by her side.

“Go, let me see how you’ve grown since last night.”

She patted He Ange’s nearly dislocated shoulder, her cold face showing anticipation.

He Ange was mesmerized.

It had been a long time since Senior Sister smiled like that.

…

“Why hasn’t that scumbag He Ange returned yet?”

As the outer sect competition was about to conclude, Xia Ranyue sat in the audience, daydreaming as she watched the arena.

After returning last night, she was exhausted by He Ange, falling into a deep sleep. Upon waking at noon, she hurried to the Shengxu Sect’s outer sect to watch the competition.

She planned to observe He Ange’s performance, curious about his true capabilities.

But to her surprise, He Ange was late and absent from the competition?

As far as Xia Ranyue knew, He Ange seemed like a useless weakling on the surface, but he secretly had a demonic cultivation physique. Plus, with her spiritual power from last night, he should have grown stronger.

The outer sect’s weaklings shouldn’t intimidate He Ange into skipping.

“Could he have run away overnight, fearing my revenge?”

Suddenly, Xia Ranyue’s expression froze.

If that were true, she’d be furious. If He Ange fled, she’d suffer a silent loss, unable to find him for revenge.

But then she reconsidered. Given He Ange’s sly nature, such shameless behavior wouldn’t be surprising.

“Huh? Isn’t that guy… um, I forgot his name?”

“Senior Sister Xia, that’s Senior Brother Wang Qiong. He just won first place in the competition this morning!”

A helpful junior sister explained.

Xia Ranyue nodded, frowning.

Wang Qiong, she vaguely remembered him.

In the past, when Xia Ranyue targeted He Ange’s Yang Furnace physique, she’d often find excuses to visit the outer sect and chat with him, creating coincidences.

During these visits, a guy named Wang Qiong would frequently approach her. To maintain her ‘cute and friendly’ image, Xia Ranyue had to entertain him, which was quite bothersome.

And…

“Why is he glaring at me? Is he crazy?”

Confused by Wang Qiong’s sudden hostility, Xia Ranyue was left speechless.

She barely knew Wang Qiong and had no interest in him, yet he looked at her with inexplicable resentment, as if she’d wronged him.

As Xia Ranyue fumed, she spotted the white-robed youth behind Wang Qiong!

Instantly, Xia Ranyue perked up.

“He Ange, you finally showed up!!”

“Daring to return, I’ll give you that much credit.”

Gritting her teeth, Xia Ranyue glared at He Ange entering the arena, her mind racing with thoughts of revenge.

She even imagined He Ange kneeling at her feet, begging for mercy.

Hmph~

Xia Ranyue was a fox demon. As long as he didn’t run, making a man submit was child’s play.

“He Ange, daring to take my first, you’ll pay the price.”

…

“Hey, look, isn’t that Senior Brother Wang Qiong who just advanced to the inner sect?”

“Huh? Didn’t Senior Brother Wang Qiong already win in the outer sect? Why is he on stage again?”

“Maybe he wants to compete with someone else?”

“Look, He Ange! Junior Brother Ange is back!”

As Wang Qiong returned to the stage, a crowd of onlookers gathered.

On the high platform, the elders preparing to leave turned their curious gazes.

Soon, He Ange leaped onto the stage, standing opposite Wang Qiong.

Immediately, the audience buzzed with chatter.

They weren’t mocking He Ange for overestimating himself; rather, they felt it was excessive for Wang Qiong to call him back after the competition had ended.

In truth, while He Ange was weak, he was well-liked in the outer sect. He was enthusiastic, humble, and understood the principle of ‘practice makes perfect,’ building good relationships with many seniors who were willing to help him train.

In a way, He Ange was as popular as Xia Ranyue among the other disciples.

Now, everyone knew He Ange was weak, yet Wang Qiong still called him up to compete, making it clear who was bullying whom.

“Senior Brother Wang Qiong is too much. He knows Junior Brother Ange has no spiritual vein, yet he still calls him up to compete…”

“Yeah, he’s already an inner disciple. What’s the point of bullying a weak junior brother?”

“It’s a shame. Junior Brother Ange might be weak, but he’s diligent and responsible. Many of our sect’s spirit cranes and cats are cared for by him, and they love him grooming them!”

In the audience, many disciples whispered among themselves.

At some point, a cold, thin, and sinisterly auraed woman appeared behind them.

“He’s just a loser. If you sympathize with him, why don’t you go up and fight Wang Qiong for him?”

“Elder Mo…”

Seeing Elder Mo, the disciples fell silent.

“See? A loser is still a loser.”