After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 81 - "He Ange, I Won’t Let You Die!"

Qin Shiyan had a vivid memory of the Golden Thread Heart Jade.

She had given it to He Ange as a life-saving talisman, fearing he might be captured by the Holy Son of the Demon Sect. In critical moments, it could activate a golden shield to protect the bearer, even against a full-strength attack from a Nascent Soul cultivator.

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However, its one flaw was that it was a consumable item—once used, it was spent.

Clearly, someone had activated the Golden Thread Heart Jade during the explosion in the Abyss Spirit Hall’s underground. But who it was, and whether they survived, Qin Shiyan didn’t know.

“It couldn’t be He Ange, could it?”

The thought crossed her mind briefly, but she quickly dismissed it.

If the jade pendant had been He Ange’s, it would mean he was almost certainly dead.

The self-detonation of the Holy Son of the Demon Sect was no joke. Even An Luo Yi had only survived thanks to the Abyss Spirit Orb. A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator like He Ange wouldn’t have stood a chance, even with the Golden Thread Heart Jade’s temporary protection.

Unless he had memorized the labyrinth’s escape routes, there was no way he could have made it out before the shield expired.

But He Ange wasn’t an immortal attendant of the Abyss Spirit Hall, nor was he the city lord of Yong’an City. How could he possibly know the escape routes?

Moreover, He Ange had no reason to be in the underground labyrinth of the Abyss Spirit Hall in the first place.

“No, no, it couldn’t be that child...” Qin Shiyan muttered, crushing the charred pendant fragment in her hand. She sighed and continued her investigation.

“It must have been An Luo Yi’s life-saving talisman. The sect master probably gave her one as well.”

…

While Qin Shiyan investigated the labyrinth, An Luo Yi remained unconscious.

Meanwhile, He Ange had returned from the abyss to the forest near Yong’an City.

Before leaving, he had bid farewell to He Yan, grateful for her help in subduing Bai Zihua. He owed her a favor and promised that if he ever left the Shengxu Sect, he would join her in the rogue sect and become her partner in missions.

Pleased with his promise, He Yan had finally removed her blood scythe from his neck, allowing him to return to Yong’an City.

He Ange’s primary task was to retrieve Xia Ranyue and bring her back to the Shengxu Sect.

As for Bai Zihua...

After being corrupted, He Yan had used her skills to reattach his severed arm. He Ange then sent Bai Zihua back to the sect.

When He Ange reached the cliffside tree where he had left Xia Ranyue, he found her curled up beneath it, trembling.

She seemed to have woken up but was too scared to move, still haunted by the memory of Bai Zihua trying to kill her.

He Ange didn’t approach her immediately.

He checked his own appearance, then deliberately tore his already tattered clothes and bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.

Blood trickled down his chin.

He wiped the blood on his face, adding to his disheveled appearance, and finally stepped out of the forest.

He staggered as he walked, looking every bit the part of someone gravely injured.

“He Ange? Is that... you?” Xia Ranyue gasped, her eyes widening in shock. It took her a moment to recognize him, but then she remembered the last thing she saw before losing consciousness—He Ange saving her from Bai Zihua.

She had thrown herself into his arms, dragging him into the fight.

And she remembered that He Ange had fought his own senior brother to protect her.

Feeling a surge of guilt, Xia Ranyue’s heart ached.

By now, He Ange had stumbled to within three meters of her.

Suddenly, he tripped over his own feet and fell flat on his face.

Xia Ranyue’s fear for her own safety vanished. She rushed to his side, cradling him in her arms.

“He Ange, what happened to you? You’re bleeding so much... are these sword wounds?” she asked, her voice trembling with concern.

Seeing him in such a pitiful state, Xia Ranyue was overwhelmed with guilt. She had been terrified and helpless, but now, seeing her savior so grievously injured, she couldn’t afford to worry about herself.

He Ange’s condition was far worse than hers.

Her rescuer was on the brink of death, while she was unharmed. How could she justify feeling sorry for herself?

Holding the barely conscious He Ange, Xia Ranyue felt a strong sense of responsibility. He had been injured protecting her. If she didn’t act quickly to help him, she would never forgive herself.

“I’m fine... just a bit tired...” He Ange rasped, his voice weak. He tried to stand, but Xia Ranyue held him tightly, refusing to let him exert himself.

“Don’t move! I’ll use my spiritual energy to heal you. If something happens to you, how will I face Senior Sister Luo Yi?” she cried, her voice filled with urgency.

In all the time she had known He Ange, she had never seen him so vulnerable. This was the first time he had collapsed in her arms.

Desperately, she checked his pulse. It was faint, barely there. Panic gripped her heart.

She couldn’t afford to cry. Tears wouldn’t help.

She needed to heal him, and fast.

“Was it Bai Zihua who did this to you? It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have dragged you into this... Why did you risk your life for me?” she asked, her voice choked with emotion.

“I’m really fine... Senior Brother Zihua doesn’t know I’m alive... You should go back to the sect. I just need to rest... If he finds me by my blood scent, it’ll be over...” He Ange whispered, his voice growing weaker.

He was overacting a bit.

Originally, he hadn’t planned to be so dramatic. But seeing Xia Ranyue’s frantic concern, he couldn’t help but continue the act.

He wanted to see how much the usually proud fox demon girl would cry over him.

“Don’t say that! If Bai Zihua comes back, I’ll kill him!” Xia Ranyue declared, her silver teeth clenched in determination. Her nine tails unfurled, her killing intent and demonic energy spreading out.

In that moment, she truly believed she could defeat Bai Zihua. She had forgotten how terrified she had been of him the night before.

In truth, it wasn’t blind confidence.

The previous night, she had been at the peak of Qi Refinement, unable to contend with a Core Formation cultivator like Bai Zihua.

But tonight, she had broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage.

She hadn’t realized it yet, but as a Foundation Establishment nine-tailed fox demon, she could at least escape from a Core Formation cultivator, if not defeat him outright.

More importantly...

Seeing He Ange in such a state, how could she hide behind him and cry?

She had to stand up.

“He Ange, why did you help me?”

“I still have so many things to do... so many outfits I haven’t seen you wear...” he murmured, his eyes unfocused, his lips pale.

As a seasoned trickster, playing dead was second nature to He Ange.

He was very convincing.

Xia Ranyue couldn’t even feel his heartbeat.

“Don’t... don’t say that. Please, just stay still and don’t talk. I promise I’ll wear whatever you want when we get back. Just stay with me,” she pleaded, her voice breaking.

“It’s no use... You never really cared about me... I don’t want to be scolded by you anymore...” he said with a self-deprecating smile, his voice trailing off.

He turned his face away and closed his eyes.

But then, his face was forcibly turned back. She pressed her lips to his, silencing him.

In that moment, the fox demon girl knelt on the ground, cradling He Ange’s head in her lap. She bent over him, their lips locked in a deep kiss.

He felt a surge of spiritual energy mixed with demonic energy flow into him, revitalizing his body.

He couldn’t resist. Xia Ranyue was forcefully transferring all her energy to him through the kiss.

A tear fell from her cheek, landing on his face.

“He Ange.”

“You saved me. I won’t let you die!”