After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 71 - "You Won’t Make It Out of Yong’an City Alive Tonight"

For the first time in his life, Nightfall, the proud Holy Son of the Demon Sect, felt genuine fear toward a seemingly frail boy.

A man who had always been the predator, Nightfall now found himself in the shoes of the prey, gripped by the kind of despair he usually inflicted on others.

This was the essence of a “rogue cultivator,” and He Ange embodied it to perfection.

Throughout history, rogue cultivators had been scorned by both the righteous and demonic paths, shunned by society, and labeled as outcasts. They were called “rogue” because their faith lay in ancient, forbidden deities. These individuals operated in the shadows, sowing chaos wherever they went. They had no families, no attachments, and no fear of death. What, then, could they possibly fear?

At this moment, Nightfall had no answer.

He couldn’t understand why He Ange had betrayed him, nor why he was orchestrating a conflict between the Yumo Sect and the Moon Sect. But one thing was clear: He Ange wasn’t just after the treasure. There had to be a deeper, more sinister plan at play.

Nightfall was panicking.

Anyone would fear a fanatic rogue cultivator.

Although He Ange appeared calm and composed, his very nature as a rogue cultivator made him all the more terrifying. His motives were inscrutable, his actions unpredictable.

There’s a saying: the calmer a rogue cultist appears, the more thoroughly unhinged they are inside.

“You... you just wait! Your plan won’t succeed! Even without the Abyss Orb, I won’t die by your hand!” Nightfall shouted, his breathing ragged as he glared at He Ange with wide, bloodshot eyes.

Without the Abyss Orb, Nightfall had lost his greatest advantage.

But he was still a late-stage Core Formation cultivator. The idea of dying at the hands of a mere Foundation Establishment rogue cultivator was absurd.

Though fear gnawed at the edges of his mind, Nightfall clung to his composure. As the Holy Son of the Demon Sect, maintaining his poise in the face of danger was paramount.

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If he could survive tonight, He Ange’s plan to pit the Yumo Sect against the Moon Sect would fail.

Nightfall steadied himself, preparing for a fight.

But He Ange, standing across from him, merely shrugged, a faint smile playing on his lips. “When did I say I was going to kill you?”

The casual remark left Nightfall momentarily stunned.

Even with both the Abyss Orb and Abyss Spirit Orb in his possession, He Ange knew he lacked the strength to kill Nightfall outright.

“You’re not going to kill me? Aren’t you afraid I’ll escape and have the entire Demon Realm hunt you down?” Nightfall asked, suspicion creeping into his voice.

He Ange remained unfazed. “Don’t worry. I won’t kill you. But you won’t leave Yong’an City alive either.”

“Why not?”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” He Ange replied, spreading his hands in a gesture of mock innocence.

After a brief pause, he looked Nightfall directly in the eyes and said, “It won’t be long now. She’ll be here soon. And trust me, when she’s angry, it’s terrifying.”

“What do you mean? Who’s ‘she’? Where are you going?” Nightfall demanded, his confusion mounting.

If He Ange had attacked him directly, Nightfall might have felt more in control. But the boy’s cryptic words and calm demeanor only heightened his anxiety.

He knew the Shengxu Sect’s reinforcements would arrive any moment.

Time was running out.

But with both ancient treasures in He Ange’s possession, Nightfall couldn’t afford to act recklessly. Even if he wanted to flee, he had to tread carefully.

This helplessness only fueled his frustration.

“I forgot to mention—I’m not great at most rogue techniques, but I’ve mastered illusions. Well then, Your Highness, farewell,” He Ange said, snapping his fingers.

The sound echoed through the chamber.

Nightfall tensed, readying himself for an attack. But nothing happened.

Instead, He Ange simply vanished.

Wait.

He vanished?

Where did he go?

Nightfall’s heart sank as he frantically scanned the labyrinth, using his senses to search for any trace of He Ange. But the boy’s presence had completely disappeared.

And yet...

While He Ange’s aura was nowhere to be found, Nightfall detected another energy signature rapidly approaching from behind.

The ground beneath him began to tremble, emitting a low, mournful groan.

Boom, boom, boom—

The tremors grew stronger. Turning around, Nightfall saw a silver-haired fairy speeding toward him through the labyrinth.

Her flowing robes billowed behind her as she moved with blinding speed. Frost spread in her wake, freezing everything in sight. Even the molten lava sea solidified into a glacial expanse under her icy aura.

What kind of monstrous spiritual veins did she have?

Nightfall’s heart skipped a beat. The labyrinth’s temperature plummeted as the silver-haired fairy drew closer, her chilling presence paralyzing him with fear.

For a moment, he was too mesmerized by her ethereal yet deadly beauty to react.

By the time his instincts screamed at him to flee, it was too late.

The silver-haired fairy was upon him, her bloodstained silver sword pressed against his neck.

“Demonic scum, where is my junior brother?” she demanded, her voice cold and commanding.

It wasn’t until that moment, with the blade at his throat, that Nightfall truly understood He Ange’s parting words.

Tonight, he wouldn’t make it out of Yong’an City alive.

…

An Luo Yi admitted she was panicking.

The Shengxu Sect wasn’t far from Yong’an City, and she had flown at breakneck speed, descending upon the Abyss Spirit Hall like a meteor of frost.

The hall above ground was engulfed in flames, a chaotic battlefield where Shengxu Sect cultivators clashed with demon cultivators.

But An Luo Yi had no time to waste.

With a single sweep of her sword, she unleashed a wave of icy energy that froze everything in its path—friend and foe alike.

In an instant, the battlefield fell silent.

She stepped over the frozen corpses, her silver sword humming ominously as she made her way to the hall’s underground levels.

Blasting through the debris that concealed the hidden entrance, she descended into the depths of the Abyss Spirit Hall.

On the second underground level, she encountered a group of demon cultivators.

Among them was Xu Daoyun, a supposed immortal attendant, now exposed as a traitor, and Liu Moqing, lying in a pool of blood, her fate uncertain.

The fear in Xu Daoyun’s eyes told An Luo Yi everything she needed to know.

“Xu Daoyun, I never thought you’d have such a death wish,” she said, her voice dripping with icy contempt.

Clang!

Dragging her sword behind her, she advanced, her cold smile sending shivers down the spines of everyone present.