After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 83 - "Nightfall, You’re Truly Despicable!"

By the time He Ange returned, the sun was already beginning to rise.

The Demon Sect had launched their attack in the early hours, and by now, it was around four or five in the morning.

Unsurprisingly, the immortal cultivators guarding the Abyss Spirit Hall noticed He Ange, whose white robes were slightly soiled, and Xia Ranyue, whose immortal dress was tattered and stained with blood.

The two of them looked like they had just escaped death, supporting each other as they walked.

Despite their disheveled appearance, they seemed to be in good spirits, chatting and laughing with the immortal cultivators. It didn’t seem like a dire situation.

After a brief conversation, He Ange learned that Qin Shiyan had gone to investigate the underground site of the Abyss Spirit Hall.

Using his exhaustion as an excuse, He Ange politely declined the hospitality of the Yong’an City cultivators. He intended to return to the Shengxu Sect with Xia Ranyue before any complications arose.

But they hadn’t gone far when He Ange spotted the tall figure of the silver-haired fairy at the city gate.

Gulp.

He Ange swallowed hard, suddenly feeling wide awake.

His senior sister’s cultivation had grown even stronger. She appeared to be at the peak of Core Formation, on the verge of reaching the Nascent Soul stage.

The benefits of the Abyss Spirit Orb were indeed straightforward and powerful.

Thinking about it, He Ange couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret. He could have wielded both the Abyss Spirit Orb and the Abyss Orb, but now one was with An Luo Yi, and he couldn’t just ask for it back. It was a painful thought.

To make matters worse, An Luo Yi stood at the city gate, holding her sword, her expression cold and indifferent. She seemed to be waiting for someone.

Just her presence was enough to put immense pressure on He Ange.

He considered turning back, but before he could act, An Luo Yi opened her eyes and spotted him and Xia Ranyue.

An Luo Yi’s pristine white dress was as clean and aloof as ever.

He Ange had discarded his tattered black clothes before entering the city, changing into a white robe that he had deliberately dirtied to appear less disheveled but still not clean.

Xia Ranyue had done the same. Her night-black outfit was covered in blood, so He Ange had reluctantly given her a clean immortal dress from his storage bag.

He Ange’s storage bag contained many outfits, from sailor uniforms to qipaos and short leather skirts.

Most of his clothes were anything but proper.

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In the end, Xia Ranyue chose a traditional cherry-red immortal dress.

He Ange had initially wanted her to wear white stockings to match the dress, but he decided against it. They were supposed to look like they had just survived a life-and-death ordeal. Even if they changed into new clothes, they had to look a bit dirty. Wearing white stockings would make her look too clean and pure, ruining the illusion.

“Where have you been all night, He Ange?” An Luo Yi asked as soon as he approached, her tone sharp.

Her gaze was piercing and cold as she scrutinized He Ange from head to toe. She also glanced at Xia Ranyue, who was clinging to his arm.

The colder An Luo Yi’s gaze, the tighter Xia Ranyue held onto He Ange. She was nervous but unafraid.

She had clung to He Ange the entire way back. If she let go now, it would look suspicious, as if she had something to hide.

She was just “supporting” an injured person, not stealing a man. Why should she be afraid of An Luo Yi?

Besides, An Luo Yi wasn’t He Ange’s partner. She was just his senior sister and had no right to interfere.

“I was captured by the Demon Sect...” He Ange lied without hesitation.

Tonight was destined to be filled with lies. He Ange had prepared thoroughly before betraying Nightfall.

An Luo Yi observed him closely, noticing the signs of injury. He looked exhausted, no less worn out than she was.

Seeing He Ange in such a state made An Luo Yi reconsider her approach.

She had been worried sick about He Ange’s disappearance. Now that he was back, she should be relieved and concerned for him, not interrogating him.

An Luo Yi was reflecting on her behavior.

Meanwhile, He Ange continued his story:

“Senior Sister, you wouldn’t believe it. I was asleep when a group of masked men broke in. They drugged me and stuffed me into a sack. When I woke up, I was in a dungeon filled with torture devices.”

“Torture devices? Did they do anything to you?” An Luo Yi asked, her concern growing.

He Ange’s story wasn’t implausible. Given the Demon Sect’s reputation, it was entirely possible.

If He Ange had been tortured because of her, An Luo Yi would feel incredibly guilty.

Just thinking about Nightfall made her furious. She regretted not killing that despicable man sooner.

“The Demon Sect’s Holy Son ordered that if you interfered with their plans at the Abyss Spirit Hall, they would torture me even more, using every device they had...” He Ange said, his voice trembling.

“He dared!” An Luo Yi exclaimed, her anger flaring. A wave of cold energy radiated from her, covering the ground around her in frost.

Her eyes were dark with rage, and her killing intent was palpable. She looked ready to storm the Demon Sect’s headquarters for revenge.

An Luo Yi couldn’t stand it. Nightfall had not only kidnapped He Ange to threaten her but had also ordered his subordinates to torture him if she interfered.

This was a direct challenge to her morals and principles.

Seeing her reaction, He Ange quickly tried to calm her down:

“Senior Sister, please don’t be so angry. I wasn’t completely helpless. I had some protective talismans from Master. I used one to break free and escape. See? I’m back safe and sound.”

He patted his body to show that he was unharmed.

The frost around An Luo Yi began to melt.

The chaos in Yong’an City had been suppressed, and she knew that getting angry wouldn’t help.

Regardless, He Ange’s safe return was something to be grateful for.

She sighed, deciding to let go of her anger for now. She owed He Ange an apology for his ordeal. She would make it up to him later.

But she still had one more question:

“Then why is Junior Sister Ranyue with you?”

“And why have you been clinging to each other since you returned? What’s going on?”

An Luo Yi’s gaze shifted to the physical contact between He Ange and Xia Ranyue.

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