After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 233 - Beautiful as a Mythical Jade Foot

The ancient scroll unfurled like an abyssal deity, unleashing countless tendrils that ensnared the White Dragon Saintess, binding her hands, feet, and even wrapping around her entire body.

In that moment, despair flickered across Yan Ruyu’s exquisite dragon face.

Beneath her, a particularly thick and menacing tendril threatened to invade...

Gritting her teeth, the White Dragon Saintess summoned all her strength to preserve her purity. But as she channeled her spiritual energy throughout her body, the tendrils absorbed it entirely before she could act.

The more Yan Ruyu struggled, the faster her strength drained away. Conversely, the abyssal tendrils grew thicker and more vigorous.

“No... please...”

“Not there!”

As the largest, most grotesque tendril neared her skirt, tears streamed down Yan Ruyu’s face, filled with despair and fear, trembling uncontrollably.

At the critical moment, several sword energies sliced through the air, severing the tendrils and freeing the White Dragon Saintess. She quickly escaped to a safe distance.

“Huff... huff...”

“That was close... almost...”

Kneeling on the ground, Yan Ruyu gasped for breath, clutching her arms. Her pupils were dilated, her body weak, and even the glow of her sacred white dragon horns had dimmed. It felt as if she had narrowly escaped a fate worse than death.

Those abyssal tendrils were terrifying—not only powerful but also capable of draining spiritual energy. If Yan Ruyu had been trapped a moment longer, she couldn’t imagine what unspeakable horrors might have occurred beneath her skirt.

Meanwhile, several dragon clan warriors gathered around, concerned for the White Dragon Saintess:

“Lady Ruyu, are you alright?”

“I’m... I’m fine...”

“Don’t worry about me; go capture that evil phoenix Holy Son and Lady Luo Yi!”

Despite lingering fear, Yan Ruyu remembered her orders from the Empress and urged her subordinates to apprehend them.

Yan Ruyu was exhausted—her spiritual energy nearly depleted in an instant. She needed time to recover.

Fortunately, with the Nine Heavens Glazed Tower suppressing cultivation levels, no one could easily escape!

The warriors Yan Ruyu brought to the mortal realm were mostly Heavenly God-level experts. Even without her involvement, capturing two lower-realm individuals should have been straightforward.

Or so it seemed...

As Yan Ruyu looked up, she saw a massive abyssal phoenix phantom manifesting in the distance.

And on the youth bathed in abyssal light, she noticed traces of her own white dragon energy—enabling him to evade several Heavenly God-level pursuers temporarily.

“Wait!”

“Isn’t he using my spiritual energy?!”

Initially amazed by his hidden strength, Yan Ruyu quickly realized that the white-robed youth’s sudden power came from the spiritual energy stolen by those abyssal tendrils! It wasn’t his own!

Watching her precious energy being misused infuriated and humiliated the White Dragon Saintess—her flawless face flushed with anger.

“Despicable fiend!”

“You’ll pay for this!!!”

Though her legs trembled, Yan Ruyu forced herself to stand—summoning white dragon power as her hair billowed—ready to confront He Ange once more.

But before she could act,

A new divine dragon aura descended from above.

“It’s Her Majesty’s True Dragon power!”

“Her Majesty has arrived!!!”

Nearby,

Ye Qingchuan looked skyward—laughing with joy.

In his dying moments,

He had used an imperial artifact to breach the barrier between realms—sending a signal flare to the Nine Heavens above.

With Ye Qingchuan’s artifact breaking through heavenly restrictions,

The True Dragon Empress could descend upon the mortal realm personally.

Meanwhile,

Yan Ruyu was also taken aback as she looked up.

Unlike Ye Qingchuan’s delight,

She felt a twinge of reluctance—knowing that He Yuan had few cards left to play—and though Lady Luo Yi possessed True Dragon bloodline—her cultivation was too low to pose any threat to Yan Ruyu.

Given more time,

Yan Ruyu was confident she could complete her mission alone!

But now,

With Ye Qingchuan summoning the Empress directly,

There would be no room for Yan Ruyu to shine...

“So be it—Her Majesty’s presence means that wicked phoenix He Yuan’s days are numbered!”

Grinding her teeth silently,

Yan Ruyu took a deep breath—frustrated yet resigned.

Elsewhere,

He Ange held the injured silver-haired maiden as they fled from pursuing dragon warriors—reaching a dead end.

Though Yan Ruyu’s spiritual energy was potent—it only bought He Ange a brief respite—not enough for a counterattack without wasting precious energy.

Now,

Not only was He Ange running low on spiritual energy—but even the True Dragon Empress herself was about to arrive under divine radiance nearby.

In that moment,

He Ange clicked his tongue in frustration—realizing he was likely trapped within the Nine Heavens Glazed Tower’s barrier—facing certain death.

Yet thinking of the silver-haired maiden who had protected him despite her injuries—and recalling his promise to Master Feng Yuan not to die again—He Ange felt unwillingness gnawing at him.

Sighing inwardly,

He clutched an abyssal talisman gifted by Xiao Mo between his fingers—channeling all remaining spiritual energy into it—igniting its power.

This was He Ange’s last attempt.

If it failed,

He would die before An Luo Yi’s eyes—only to be resurrected by Tun Peng later—plotting anew to save the Destined Heroine...

But if An Luo Yi fell into the Empress’s hands again,

She would likely be taken to face the True Dragon Ancestor above the Nine Heavens.

Who knew if An Luo Yi would recognize He Ange when they met again?

“He Ange—where do you think you’re escaping to?”

“At your coronation ceremony—I treated you well; Shiyan was once your most esteemed master at Saint Void Sect... Yet now you’ve chosen this path—I am truly disappointed.”

Unbeknownst to him,

A female figure transformed into a True Dragon descended amidst divine light—blocking He Ange’s path.

As the light dispersed,

An imperial figure clad in golden robes appeared—her black hair cascading like a waterfall adorned with nine-dragon pins.

The True Dragon Empress stood tall—transcendent and graceful—her face radiant with celestial brilliance that obscured her peerless beauty; her presence exuded overwhelming pressure that commanded reverence from all within the Nine Heavens Glazed Tower—forcing countless beings to kneel in submission.

A true god-level existence—a high-dimensional ruler beyond mortal reach!

Unlike during his coronation ceremony when only an avatar appeared—

This time—the True Dragon Empress descended upon this cultivation world in person—radiating genuine true god-level dragon might!

In that moment—the imperial aura spread far and wide—

Not only did pursuing dragon warriors halt their advance and kneel—but even He Ange himself succumbed to divine pressure—kneeling helplessly before the real Dragon Emperor without resistance...

Gazing at the kneeling youth before her—and at the injured silver-haired maiden beside him—the Empress’s golden eyes flickered with regretful compassion...

She sighed softly—closing those majestic eyes:

“He Ange—you were Shiyan’s most cherished disciple over these past hundred years; now—I acknowledge your strength and cunning... I know you’re ambitious—not content with serving our small Dragon Dynasty...”

“He Ange—you’ve erred gravely by opposing our True Dragon Clan!”

Concluding with disappointment—the Empress shook her head ruefully—as if witnessing a once-promising student veering down an irredeemable path...

Such talent falling into darkness pained her deeply...

“...”

Kneeling silently—

He Ange found himself speechless against her disappointment...

Indeed—for years—the Empress and Qin Shiyan had done him no wrong; had he remained loyal within Dragon Dynasty—following Master Qin Shiyan’s guidance—he might have risen alongside An Luo Yi as a third-rank immortal guard—enjoying prestige and honor...

But alas—

Memories from his past life as Jue Wu Qing revealed one truth: if An Luo Yi stayed within Dragon Dynasty—she would become nothing more than a war machine for the True Dragon Empress; once she ascended as a guardian immortal guard sweeping across realms under imperial command—even Spirit Phoenix Sect where He Ange belonged would eventually fall...

When that day came—

Under orders from True Dragon Ancestor’s enslavement mark—even if An Luo Yi cherished old ties—she wouldn’t be able to resist slaying He Ange herself...

Strictly speaking—

Dragon Dynasty hadn’t wronged He Ange; it wronged An Luo Yi...

Not just the Empress—but all of True Dragon Clan were possessive rulers by nature...

Had it not been for He Ange—the Ancestor’s enslavement mark would already brand An Luo Yi’s soul—and she would serve as one of many trump cards under imperial command...

There existed no personal grudges between He Ange and Empress—they merely clashed over interests: He sought to corrupt An Luo Yi—to save Master Feng Yuan imprisoned below; conversely—the Empress aimed to control An Luo Yi while ensuring Feng Yuan remained forever trapped below...

“He Ange—you are wise.”

“Even now—I won’t kill you before An Luo Yi—it would only deepen misunderstandings between us.”

Taking another breath—the Empress spoke with gentle compassion:

“He Ange—return now—to Dragon Dynasty—and find redemption.”

“I can grant you amnesty—spare your life... Moreover—I will treat you well within our dynasty—allowing you and An Luo Yi peace together; I can arrange an idyllic retreat where you may cultivate freely without worry... As long as you remain loyal—you may do whatever pleases you together; wherever An Luo Yi goes—I permit your presence—you may stay together.”

“He Ange—An Luo Yi—consider this carefully.”

Concluding gently—the True Dragon Empress stood tall—offering guidance like two rebellious children...

In truth—

Chen Long harbored no malice towards either He Ange or An Luo Yi...

To her—

An Luo Yi represented a rare Destined Heroine within millennia; nurturing such potential would fulfill Chen Long’s vision of unifying their world under imperial rule...

As for He Ange—

Initially overlooked by Chen Long—not deemed valuable...

Yet now—it seemed he possessed both intelligence and strategy—the very qualities needed among young talents under imperial command...

As Empress of True Dragon Clan—

Chen Long demanded only one thing from subordinates: loyalty above all else...

Within those bounds—

She offered maximum leniency—even treating them like confidants akin to Qin Shiyan—with privileges second only beneath herself throughout all Dragon Dynasty...

Thus learning of An Luo Yi’s betrayal left Chen Long genuinely pained yet puzzled...

She couldn’t fathom why anyone would forsake such opportunity within their vast empire—for what lay beneath abyssal depths—a fallen deity named Feng Yuan imprisoned eternally?

This truly baffled Chen Long deeply...

At present—

Listening intently to Empress’s counsel amid dire straits—

An Luo Yi hesitated momentarily before turning towards He Ange—her gaze filled with reluctance and pleading...

Faced with such circumstances—

She’d rather surrender alongside him than watch helplessly as he perished again...

Ultimately—for An Luo Yi—it had always been about loving only He Ange; serving whom mattered little compared against losing him forever...

For now—the Empress awaited He Ange’s response while An Luo Yi anxiously watched him too...

“Your Majesty—I believe...”

He Ange finally spoke softly—

His tone calm without hint of defiance...

Yet just as Empress’s celestial eyes gleamed with hope—

He suddenly unleashed all remaining power igniting an abyssal talisman hidden between fingers!

In that instant—a spatial rift tore through reality shattering Nine Heavens Glazed Tower’s confines!

Simultaneously—a massive abyssal portal opened behind him!

In that moment—

Clenching teeth tightly—

He grabbed An Luo Yi’s hand turning swiftly towards escape through portal!

“Stubborn fool!”

Enraged—the Empress raised hand unleashing boundless dragon might!

In dire straits—

He Ange had no time for hesitation; invoking demonic phoenix bloodline he resisted imperial pressure racing towards portal at breakneck speed! Even tadpole-self never sprinted so desperately towards salvation before!

Thud!

Alas—even true god-level might proved insurmountable; easily pinned down helplessly beneath imperial weight unable move further...

Believing himself doomed—

An unexpected turn occurred: just as abyssal portal fully manifested—the oppressive dragon might vanished inexplicably!

Though uncertain why—for now rescued nonetheless unable ponder further rising swiftly cradling An Luo Yi rushing headlong into portal!

Yet upon entering—

He collided abruptly against something soft fragrant flat chest—

Meanwhile—

Looking up—

He saw emerging from portal—a mythical jade foot stepping forth gracefully...

“Silly disciple.”

“Rarely do I venture out after millennia—you wish collide headlong into me?”