After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 79 - "Only by Offering Her Body, Heart, and Loyalty Will She Be Yours"

He Ange never expected that someone as petite as Xia Ranyue could have such an overwhelming presence—like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

After He Ange secured Xia Ranyue’s “ownership” from He Yan, he planned to wake the fox demon girl and use the Abyss Orb to erase her memories of the night.

Of course, He Ange wasn’t as depraved as He Yan assumed.

He had no intention of “training” Xia Ranyue. He simply wanted to wipe her memory of seeing him injured and skulking around the forest. If she pieced together his connection to the chaos in Yong’an City, it would spell trouble.

So, erasing her memory was a necessary precaution.

But the situation quickly spiraled out of control. As He Ange summoned the Abyss Orb and brought it close to Xia Ranyue’s face, her nine large, fluffy tails suddenly unfurled, wrapping tightly around him.

The tails coiled around him with surprising strength, pulling him off balance. Before he knew it, he was tangled up with her, rolling to the ground in an awkward heap.

Xia Ranyue remained sound asleep, even as He Ange’s face ended up pressed against her chest.

And as if that weren’t enough...

Her breathing grew heavier, and her tails tightened their grip.

He Ange was completely immobilized, trapped like a stuffed toy in her embrace.

To make matters worse, her body began to heat up, radiating an intense warmth as her demonic energy surged. She was absorbing the Abyss Orb’s power.

He Ange was dumbfounded.

He couldn’t move, couldn’t break free, and couldn’t stop her from draining the Abyss Orb.

As Xia Ranyue absorbed more and more energy, her breathing quickened, and her grip on He Ange grew even stronger.

For a moment, he genuinely thought she might crush him.

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She even let out a soft, satisfied moan, her face flushed with a rosy hue.

By the time it was over, He Ange was drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted. Xia Ranyue, on the other hand, had broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage in her sleep, still blissfully unaware of what had happened.

“She... she just advanced in her cultivation? While sleeping?” He Ange muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief.

He pulled out the Abyss Orb and was horrified to see its once-brilliant glow had dimmed significantly.

“What the—this thing can run out of power?” He Ange exclaimed, staring at the orb in disbelief.

He glanced down at the fox demon girl, who was still sound asleep, her tails sprawled around her like a makeshift bed. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of frustration.

He had gone through so much trouble to acquire the Abyss Orb, only for Xia Ranyue to drain it dry in her sleep.

Giving the Abyss Spirit Orb to An Luo Yi had been a deliberate choice. But this? This was outright theft.

How was he supposed to explain this to Feng Yuan?

It was like being sent to buy soda and returning with an empty bottle. What was he supposed to say? That a fox demon drank it on the way back?

“Ah.”

The sudden voice startled He Ange. He turned to see He Yan standing at the edge of the clearing, her crimson eyes wide with curiosity as she took in the scene before her.

There he was, drenched in sweat, looking thoroughly disheveled. And there was Xia Ranyue, lying on the ground with her clothes slightly askew, her face flushed.

The implications were... obvious.

He Yan raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a sly smile as she covered her mouth with one hand.

“My, my. Little He Ange, is the fox demon not enough for you? Do you want to try me next?” she teased, her tone dripping with mockery.

“If you’re willing to be my lifelong collection, I wouldn’t say no,” she added, her fangs glinting mischievously.

…

In the palace at the end of the Abyss Gorge, Feng Yuan sat on her long bench, her phoenix-like eyes locked onto He Ange.

The young man knelt before her, his head bowed in deference. She sat with her legs crossed, her delicate feet peeking out from beneath her gown. Her expression was as unreadable as ever, her youthful face devoid of emotion.

He Ange, however, was visibly nervous. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as their silent stare-off stretched on.

Feng Yuan, his master, was known for her stoic demeanor. Once a Jade Spirit Phoenix, she had been sealed in the abyss for violating divine laws. Over time, she had become known as the “Evil Phoenix,” and her followers were collectively referred to as the Cult of the Evil Phoenix.

Having lived for over ten thousand years, Feng Yuan’s thoughts were impenetrable to someone like He Ange.

Even now, as he reported the Abyss Orb’s diminished state, she showed no visible reaction. She simply stared at him, her gaze inscrutable.

“Do you think my face is beautiful?” Feng Yuan asked suddenly, her voice breaking the silence.

He Ange blinked, caught off guard by the question.

“Master, you are both phoenix and immortal. Naturally, your beauty is unparalleled,” he replied, his tone cautious.

“...”

She said nothing, continuing to study him with her cold, unblinking eyes.

“I don’t understand human aesthetics, but you don’t sound insincere,” she remarked after a pause.

“Because Master truly is beautiful,” He Ange said earnestly.

“So you’ve been staring at me this whole time?” she asked, her tone flat.

“Uh... is that... not allowed?” He Ange stammered, unsure of how to respond.

Feng Yuan fell silent again, her gaze unwavering.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as they stared at each other. Finally, she spoke.

“You’re the first person to make a mistake and still dare to look me in the eye,” she said.

“...Disciple admits his fault!” He Ange quickly lowered his head, breaking eye contact.

But Feng Yuan raised her hand, using her spiritual energy to lift his chin and force him to meet her gaze once more.

She extended her hand toward him, palm up.

He Ange hesitated before placing his hand on hers, his movements tentative.

For a moment, her expression shifted—just slightly. Her brows furrowed, and she seemed on the verge of saying something, but ultimately, she sighed and lowered her gaze.

“Give me the Abyss Orb,” she said coldly.

Realizing her intent, He Ange quickly withdrew his hand and summoned the Abyss Orb, placing it in her outstretched palm.

Feng Yuan closed her fingers around the dim orb, her eyes fluttering shut as she concentrated.

Moments later, the Abyss Orb began to glow once more, its light as radiant as ever.

He Ange stared in awe.

“Wait... it can recharge like that?” he muttered, dumbfounded.

“The Abyss Orb’s core energy was depleted. But here in the abyss, there’s no shortage of demonic energy in the air,” Feng Yuan explained matter-of-factly. She tossed the orb into the air, and it landed neatly in He Ange’s hands.

He Ange looked at her with newfound admiration.

Sensing his gaze, Feng Yuan turned her head slightly, taking a sip of her tea. Her voice was as cold as ever when she spoke again.

“And the Abyss Spirit Orb?”

Her tone was calm, but the subtle movement of her feet betrayed her anticipation.

“Master, I must confess... I’ve wronged you regarding the Abyss Spirit Orb as well,” He Ange admitted, his voice filled with regret.

“What did you do this time?” Feng Yuan asked, her expression finally showing a hint of exasperation.

“I gave it to my senior sister, An Luo Yi, to save her life,” He Ange said, bowing his head.

“An Luo Yi?” Feng Yuan repeated, her tone questioning.

“Yes. At the Abyss Spirit Hall, I nearly caused her death. To make amends, I gave her the Abyss Spirit Orb to protect her,” He Ange explained.

Feng Yuan said nothing, her expression unreadable.

“Master, please rest assured. While I didn’t bring the Abyss Spirit Orb back, it hasn’t fallen into the hands of the Dragon Empress or the immortal sects. It’s within An Luo Yi’s body. If you ever need it, I’ll bring her to you,” He Ange promised.

“And how will you bring her to me?” Feng Yuan asked, her gaze sharp.

“I... I’ll bind her and bring her here,” He Ange replied.

“And if she refuses to return the orb?”

“Then I’ll corrupt her with the Abyss Orb and make her submit,” He Ange said without hesitation.

“You’d do that to her?” Feng Yuan asked, her tone probing.

“Master, I am your disciple. An Luo Yi is merely my senior sister. I’ll follow your every command, but I won’t indulge her whims,” He Ange said firmly.

Feng Yuan’s phoenix-like eyes glimmered with a hint of satisfaction.

Leaning back in her chair, she closed her eyes, her expression serene.

“One more thing. Why was the Abyss Orb depleted? Who did you lend it to?” she asked.

“A fox demon,” He Ange admitted.

“How many tails?”

“Nine.”

“Nine...” Feng Yuan sat up, her gaze thoughtful.

Her expression softened, a rare flicker of amusement crossing her face.

“Without ascension, a nine-tailed fox demon’s blood is pure. Now that she’s been exposed to your energy, she’ll be drawn to you, consumed by desire.”

“She’ll either make you her vessel, her plaything, her slave...”

“Or you’ll master her desires, leaving her yearning, unable to resist. She’ll submit to you, offering her body, her heart, and her loyalty.”