After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 68 - "Use Her Blood to Break Her Seal"

Today marked the day of the Demon Sect’s long-planned operation.

By evening, Xu Daoyun and Liu Moqing were stationed at their respective posts in the Abyss Spirit Hall. The hall had one level above ground and three underground levels. The main hall above ground was guarded by numerous imperial guards, while the first underground level was overseen by Xu Daoyun. Liu Moqing and the newly assigned immortal attendant, An Luo Yi, were stationed on the second level.

The third underground level housed the treasure chamber, where the Abyss Spirit Orb was sealed.

“Liu Moqing, why haven’t I seen Miss Luo Yi tonight?” Xu Daoyun asked with a smile as he approached the second-level gate.

By protocol, those stationed on different levels weren’t supposed to interact during their shifts. However, the Abyss Spirit Hall had never faced an invasion in its long history, so a brief chat wasn’t out of the question.

“I don’t know. Miss Luo Yi said she had something to attend to and left, but she mentioned she’d be back soon,” Liu Moqing replied.

“I see... Ah, these young people nowadays. To leave her post at such an important station as the Abyss Spirit Hall... so casual,” Xu Daoyun said with a sigh, his hands clasped behind his back as he strolled toward the second underground level.

When he reached the gate, Liu Moqing stepped in front of him, blocking his path.

“Senior Brother Xu, the area ahead is a restricted zone. If you want to chat, we can do so here at the gate,” she said firmly.

“Standing out here is cold. Why don’t we go inside, have some tea, and wait for Miss Luo Yi to return?” Xu Daoyun suggested.

“Rules are rules, Senior Brother...” Liu Moqing replied, her tone tinged with discomfort as she refused to budge.

Seeing her insistence, Xu Daoyun sighed deeply, looking up at the ceiling as if lamenting her stubbornness.

At that moment, a violent explosion shook the hall, causing the ground beneath them to tremble. Liu Moqing’s expression immediately turned serious.

This was the second underground level, yet the tremors from above ground were strong enough to reach them. Whatever had caused the explosion was powerful enough to potentially level the entire Abyss Spirit Hall.

“Senior Brother! Shouldn’t you return to the first level to check? It seems like we’re under attack!” Liu Moqing urged, her voice filled with urgency.

But Xu Daoyun remained silent, standing still with his hands clasped behind his back.

She couldn’t leave her post without his permission, and his inaction left her torn. Her duty was to guard the second level, but she couldn’t ignore the chaos above.

“Junior Sister Liu, you’re far too rigid,” Xu Daoyun said, sighing again.

As the words left his mouth, he suddenly struck her back with a powerful palm. The force of his attack sent shockwaves through the hall, causing the ground to tremble once more.

The impact wasn’t visibly severe, but the internal damage was devastating.

“The Nine-Turn Phoenix Garment... The Empress truly favors you,” Xu Daoyun muttered, noticing that Liu Moqing had survived his attack. He began walking toward her as she struggled to stand, blood dripping from her lips, her expression filled with shock and disbelief.

In that moment of confrontation, Liu Moqing realized the truth.

“So, the traitor my master warned me about... was you!” she spat, her voice trembling with anger.

“Hand over the key, Junior Sister. You’re a good girl; it would be a shame for you to die so easily,” Xu Daoyun said coldly.

“When Miss Luo Yi returns, you’ll be finished!” she retorted, defiant despite her injuries.

“...”

Xu Daoyun’s patience wore thin. In a flash, he appeared before her again, shattering her defensive formation with ease. His next strike landed squarely on her chest, sending her sprawling into a pool of her own blood.

Standing over her, Xu Daoyun raised his hand, pausing briefly before letting out a chilling laugh.

“High-grade demonic blood pills... Truly remarkable,” he said, though his own body trembled as he coughed up black blood.

The pills provided immense power but came with severe side effects. However, Xu Daoyun didn’t mind. Once he and Nightfall obtained the Abyss Spirit Orb, these minor injuries could be easily healed. With the orb’s power, he might even break through to the next cultivation stage.

Shaking his head, Xu Daoyun turned toward the gate to the second underground level. But as soon as he touched the handle, a powerful seal repelled him, sending him stumbling back several meters.

“That’s impossible...” he muttered, confused.

The Abyss Spirit Hall’s primary seals were located on the third level. Why would there be an additional formation on the second level, where Liu Moqing was stationed?

“You can’t get through, Senior Brother. When Miss Luo Yi returns... you and the Demon Sect will lose,” Liu Moqing said weakly, her voice laced with defiance even as she lay in a pool of her own blood.

It was then that Xu Daoyun remembered Liu Moqing’s talent for formations. The seal must have been her doing—a precaution she had put in place.

“Break this formation, and I’ll spare your life,” Xu Daoyun said, suppressing his anger as he held up a golden pill. “This is a Golden Essence Pill. You know its power—it can bring you back from the brink of death. Take it, and you’ll live.”

Liu Moqing looked up at him, her gaze filled with contempt. After a long silence, she let out a derisive laugh.

“Dream on,” she said.

“Damn you! Why must you always be so stubborn?” Xu Daoyun roared, kicking her battered body across the room. She crashed into the staircase leading to the first level, her consciousness fading.

At that moment, footsteps echoed from the top of the stairs.

Liu Moqing thought it might be An Luo Yi returning. Summoning her last ounce of strength, she looked up, only to see a black-robed man descending with a group of masked subordinates.

Their cold, sinister gazes left no doubt in her mind—they were demonic cultivators.

“Xu, have you lost your mind? Wasting time beating a dying girl when you could be opening the gate?” Nightfall said, his tone filled with disdain as he glanced at Liu Moqing’s broken form.

Xu Daoyun approached him, his expression grim as he explained the unexpected seal on the second level.

As the demonic cultivators gathered to discuss their next move, Liu Moqing felt her last shred of hope slipping away. Resigned to her fate, she prepared to let go.

But then, another set of footsteps approached.

This figure was also dressed in black, his face obscured by a mask. Yet something about his cold gaze felt different—not as hateful or menacing as the others.

She had seen this boy before, though she couldn’t recall where.

“Sorry,” he said softly, glancing at her briefly before walking past.

Liu Moqing didn’t understand his words, assuming he was just another demonic cultivator.

But as he passed, she noticed a small, black pill rolling toward her. It must have fallen from his sleeve.

Driven by a primal instinct to survive, she swallowed the pill.

Heat surged through her chest, and a restless energy coursed through her veins. The pill was sustaining her, pulling her back from the brink of death.

Could it be... a demonic pill?

…

Abyss Spirit Hall, Second Underground Level

After several minutes of effort, Nightfall and Xu Daoyun were both out of breath, yet the formation remained unbroken.

The demonic cultivators grew increasingly anxious.

They had the keys to the Abyss Spirit Hall’s main seals, but this formation was Liu Moqing’s own creation. Breaking it by brute force was proving to be a waste of time.

“He Jun, what’s your take on this seal?” Nightfall asked, turning to the black-robed boy.

He Ange stepped forward, placing a hand on the seal. Closing his eyes, he remained silent.

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The others watched him, their expressions a mix of curiosity and impatience.

Just as Nightfall was about to speak again, the seal began to react. The gate slowly creaked open.

“Incredible, He Jun! How did you do it?” Nightfall exclaimed, his excitement palpable.

Even Xu Daoyun, who had been growing increasingly frustrated, was stunned. “Junior Sister Liu’s formations are said to withstand hours of assault from multiple Nascent Soul cultivators. How did you break it so easily?”

“...”

The boy remained silent, his head bowed.

After a moment, he looked up, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His sharp fangs glinted as he licked a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.

“I used her blood to break her seal. That’s all,” he said, his voice calm yet chilling.