After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 67 - "Have You Ever Thought About Becoming My Dao Companion?"

An Luo Yi was jealous, and the consequences were severe.

She had just rewarded He Ange earlier that day, and now he was already cozying up to another woman. Who wouldn’t be angry?

Especially someone like An Luo Yi, whose possessiveness often came with a dash of moodiness.

For the rest of the banquet, she gave He Ange the cold shoulder. When he brought her delicious pastries, she refused to eat them. When he tried to strike up a conversation, she responded with curt, one-word answers, clearly sulking and unwilling to engage.

An Luo Yi was, after all, the eldest daughter of the An family. When she threw a tantrum, it wasn’t easy to placate her.

At least...

He Ange didn’t have a solution right now.

Since he couldn’t appease her, he chose to stay quiet and watch the performances on the stage.

Toward the end of the banquet, the city lord organized a lantern-lighting ceremony. Servants handed out lanterns and paper slips to each guest.

He Ange handed a lantern to An Luo Yi and sighed. “Senior Sister, I was wrong. But it’s the Mid-Autumn Festival. Could you at least join me in lighting a lantern?”

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His tone was weary, almost pleading.

He knew he was at fault for what had happened with Liu Moqing. If An Luo Yi had been chatting with another man like that, he wouldn’t have been able to tolerate it either. He understood her feelings and was willing to set aside his pride to apologize.

But if she refused to light a lantern with him, he would truly be heartbroken.

“...”

Seeing his dejected expression, An Luo Yi’s heart softened.

She couldn’t stay mad forever. In truth, even if He Ange hadn’t apologized, she would have calmed down on her own after a while. That was just the kind of person she was.

Besides, lighting lanterns was an important Mid-Autumn tradition.

It was said that the wishes written inside the lanterns, imbued with spiritual energy, would reach the Moon Rabbit in the heavens, who would grant them.

“What do you want to write?” she asked, her tone returning to its usual gentle warmth.

“Me? I want to write something about you,” He Ange replied.

“About me?”

“Yeah, like how I hope you’ll... Oh, wait, I can’t say it. If I say it, it won’t come true,” he said, quickly hiding his paper behind his back with a bright smile.

An Luo Yi’s curiosity was piqued. Just knowing that his wish involved her made her heart race, her mind filling with thoughts of what the future might hold.

But wishes weren’t supposed to be spoken aloud.

That was a rule she had known since childhood. No matter how much she wanted to know, she couldn’t force him to say it.

If it didn’t come true, wouldn’t she be the one losing out?

“Actually, mine is about you too,” she murmured softly, tucking her paper close to her chest as she gazed at the moon.

That Mid-Autumn night, Yong’an City was ablaze with light.

Lanterns filled the sky, painting the night with their glow.

On the rooftop terrace of the city lord’s mansion, guests gathered to admire the full moon.

He Ange stood alone among the crowd, his clear eyes fixed on the moon as he lost himself in thought. He wanted to etch this beautiful scene into his memory, a treasure to hold onto in the future.

A cool, delicate hand slipped into his.

Turning, he saw the silver-haired fairy standing beside him, her hand casually holding his as she too gazed up at the moon.

“He Ange, have you ever thought about becoming my Dao companion? I know you’ve always liked me,” she said, her words slipping out without hesitation.

He Ange sighed. “I used to have that naive thought, but not anymore... because I’m not worthy of you.”

“But I’ve never said you weren’t worthy—” she began, her voice tinged with urgency.

“Even if you don’t think so, I’d still feel unworthy. That’s just the reality of the gap between us,” he replied.

Silence hung in the air.

After a moment, An Luo Yi tightened her grip on his hand and said firmly, “If you become a direct disciple in the future, I’ll be your Dao companion. Then you can come home with me to meet my father. I’ll have the sect master assign you to the Abyss Spirit Hall as an immortal attendant, and you can stay by my side...”

“That might happen sooner than you think,” he said.

“Wouldn’t that be a good thing?”

“Not necessarily.”

…

The Mid-Autumn Festival came to a close.

Afterward, He Ange returned to the Shengxu Sect and reported the information he had gathered at the banquet to Qin Shiyan. However, as usual, he withheld certain details. While he pointed out the suspicious behavior of City Lord Li Jianyuan, he didn’t mention the possibility of Xu Daoyun’s betrayal.

Qin Shiyan was initially surprised by the speed of his intelligence gathering. But seeing how serious he was, she chose to trust him without pressing further.

That night, they stayed up until three in the morning, finalizing their plans.

He Ange offered several suggestions, all of which Qin Shiyan adopted. She had come to trust him deeply, relying on him as a strategist to shape their approach.

With the planning phase complete, it was time for execution.

He Ange requested to step down from his role as a spy, explaining that staying close to Nightfall was becoming too dangerous. He could no longer handle intelligence work. Qin Shiyan, understanding his concerns, agreed. While she valued his contributions, she knew he was only at the Foundation Establishment stage and couldn’t bear the brunt of such risky tasks alone.

With his espionage duties over, He Ange could retreat to the sidelines and await the results.

“Master, I’ll take my leave now,” he said, bowing before departing.

The burden of managing the larger situation now fell squarely on Qin Shiyan’s shoulders.

Knowing that even the city lord had been compromised by the Demon Sect, Qin Shiyan felt immense pressure. The Dragon Empress had entrusted her with full authority over the matter. If she failed, she wouldn’t be able to face the Empress.

The situation in Yong’an City was far more complex than she had anticipated.

Sending An Luo Yi alone to guard the Abyss Spirit Hall might not be enough...

Given the severity of the problem, as outlined by He Ange, Qin Shiyan realized she might have to intervene personally to quell the Demon Sect’s uprising.

It had been a long time since she had taken action herself.

“Baizi Hua,” she called.

“I’m here,” came the response.

“In seven days, go to the vicinity of the Abyss Spirit Hall in Yong’an City and await further instructions. If there’s any demonic activity, suppress it immediately.”

“Understood, Master.”

…

After bidding farewell to Qin Shiyan, He Ange spent the next few days preoccupied with thoughts of the Demon Sect. Even during swordsmanship class, he seemed distracted.

Curiously, Xia Ranyue hadn’t sought him out recently. She appeared to be busy with her own affairs, often leaving early and returning late. One night, He Ange even spotted her silhouette on a street corner in Yong’an City, sparking his curiosity about what she might be planning.

But for now, he had no time to concern himself with her matters.

Yesterday morning, an imperial decree arrived at the Shengxu Sect. The Dragon Empress had officially appointed An Luo Yi as an immortal attendant to guard the Abyss Spirit Hall.

An Luo Yi’s assignment to the hall served as another stark reminder for He Ange.

Time was running out.

…

Yong’an City, Underground Demon Sect Base

Tonight, the Yumo Sect’s demonic cultivators gathered in full force. It was the eve of their operation, and by dawn, they planned to launch their long-awaited assault.

Their target: the Abyss Spirit Hall.

No matter the cost, Nightfall was determined to seize the Abyss Spirit Orb. To him, any price paid would be worth it.

Tension filled the air as Nightfall meticulously reviewed every detail of the plan, leaving no room for error.

“Ah, He Jun! You’ve finally arrived!” Nightfall exclaimed, spotting the boy at the back of the room.

Tonight was a critical night.

As a supposed Moon Sect cultivator, He Jun was someone Nightfall hoped to rely on. Ever since He Ange had been “brainwashed” by the Abyss Orb, Nightfall had come to value his intellect greatly. During the planning phase, he had treated He Ange as a trusted advisor, seeking his input on how to deal with the formidable immortal attendants.

He Ange’s suggestions had been so clever that Nightfall often marveled at how it seemed as though he had access to the Shengxu Sect’s internal playbook.

Now, Nightfall faced a dilemma.

According to Xu Daoyun’s intelligence, An Luo Yi was a true prodigy, capable of feats like defeating Nascent Soul-level demonic cultivators while still at the Core Formation stage. Her mere presence at the Abyss Spirit Hall was enough to tip the scales against the Demon Sect.

Though Nightfall found it hard to believe that one woman could be so terrifying, he wasn’t willing to take any chances. Better safe than sorry.

A few days ago, he had consulted He Ange for advice.

Nightfall’s initial plan was to have Xu Daoyun take a high-grade blood pill and assassinate An Luo Yi. Once she was eliminated, the Demon Sect could proceed with their assault on the hall.

But He Ange had rejected the idea.

He argued that Xu Daoyun’s actions would likely alert Liu Moqing, leading to exposure and a potential one-for-one trade. Losing a Nascent Soul-level ally at the start would be a devastating blow.

Instead, He Ange proposed luring An Luo Yi away from the hall. With her gone, Xu Daoyun could focus on eliminating Liu Moqing, clearing the way for the Demon Sect to launch a swift and decisive attack.

Nightfall had taken He Ange’s advice to heart.

Now, he had an idea for how to distract An Luo Yi, inspired by his observations at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.

“Brother He Jun, I’ve come up with a brilliant plan. Tell me what you think,” Nightfall said, draping an arm around He Ange’s shoulder as he led him to a map.

“From what I observed at the banquet, that Fairy An Luo Yi seems to care deeply for a certain junior brother of hers—a boy named He Ange. Haha, he’s so weak and foolish, nothing like you, Brother He Jun!”

“So here’s the plan: On the night of the operation, we’ll send someone to kill her junior brother. Then, we’ll leak the news that he’s gravely injured. Given her protective nature, she’ll surely rush to save him.”

“With her gone, the Demon Sect will have all the time we need to seize the Abyss Spirit Hall. By the time she returns, the hall will be ours, and all she’ll find is her junior brother’s corpse. Haha! Just imagining the despair on her face makes me excited!”

Nightfall raised the Abyss Orb triumphantly, laughing maniacally.

After his outburst, he cleared his throat and looked at He Ange expectantly, waiting for praise.

What could He Ange say?

Nightfall’s twisted logic left him speechless.

Forcing a smile, He Ange gave him a thumbs-up. “That’s an amazing plan.”

“Truly, Your Highness, you’re a genius.”