After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 236 - Good Disciple, Come Here

Seeing the apostles of Spirit Phoenix Sect rushing out of the abyssal portal to support He Ange, An Luo Yi felt a sense of shock and awe.

She couldn’t help but feel a touch of emotion—this was what true belonging felt like.

Spirit Phoenix Sect, though reviled and ostracized by the world as a cult, had its ancient Phoenix Sovereign personally step in to protect He Ange when he was in danger.

In contrast, Dragon Dynasty,

Though vast and powerful, standing at the pinnacle of righteousness, where just wearing the dragon robes could make many demonic cultivators tremble in fear,

Its true enemies were hidden within. On the surface, the sects seemed united under one dynasty, but in reality, the internal struggles and power plays among the various immortal ministers were complex and fierce.

Compared to this,

An Luo Yi found herself envying He Ange—envying that he had such a doting master and so many senior sisters willing to help him...

“Senior Sister, it’s not what you think. I was forced by Li Nanshan to capture you that day.”

He Ange thought An Luo Yi’s dazed expression was due to Yuan Yi’s words, making her angry. He felt a bit nervous, like he had been caught doing something bad.

But the maiden merely glanced at him with a hint of grievance. Noticing Yuan Yi’s gaze, she hugged herself slightly, lowered her eyes, and smiled faintly: “If husband likes it this way, Luo Yi can accompany you every day.”

An Luo Yi’s cheeks flushed, her beautiful eyes filled with affection, like a devoted little wife.

Seeing this,

Not only was He Ange stunned, but even the silver-haired Yuan Yi raised an eyebrow.

“...?”

It had only been a month—how had the proud Destined Heroine become so shy?

Yuan Yi couldn’t help but give He Ange a strange look, secretly giving him a thumbs-up in admiration.

Then,

Yuan Yi turned and focused on controlling her silver threads, joining the battlefield.

After all,

Yuan Yi was only at the Heavenly God level. Compared to Jiu Yue’s overwhelming suppression, she could at most hold off several Heavenly God-level White Dragon warriors. Over time, the puppet defenses would still be breached.

Up ahead,

Feng Yuan was still fully engaged in her one-on-one battle with Chen Long.

To prevent these White Dragon warriors from interfering with Feng Yuan,

Yuan Yi had to give her all on the battlefield.

But as Yuan Yi left,

An Luo Yi’s gaze toward He Ange carried a hint of grievance.

In front of others,

An Luo Yi wouldn’t show her emotions and embarrass He Ange. But now that they were alone, she couldn’t help but feel aggrieved thinking about that night when she was kidnapped and humiliated with silver thread bondage play. It made her angry just thinking about it.

To be tied up with silver threads that accentuated her curves—making her look especially seductive...

That night,

Being stared at by two mysterious figures and several puppets made An Luo Yi feel utterly humiliated—like she was being paraded around in public. She wanted to die from shame.

He Ange always had a penchant for mischief—always teasing her!

Biting her lip,

The silver-haired maiden pouted, feeling like a wronged little wife.

Of course she was angry,

But now that He Ange was her husband and savior, she couldn’t treat him coldly like before. She could only bottle up her anger—daring not to express it.

Seeing how upset she was,

He Ange couldn’t help but laugh helplessly. He quickly walked over and picked her up again:

“Alright, alright. It’s dangerous here. I’ll explain everything later.”

Without wasting time comforting An Luo Yi,

He carried her over to stand beside Feng Yuan—waiting obediently for his master’s instructions.

Immediately,

An Luo Yi’s face turned redder.

She realized that the beautiful phoenix spirit floating in mid-air—engaged in battle with the True Dragon Empress—had been glancing at her out of the corner of her eye.

Which meant...

When He Ange picked her up just now,

The True God-level Phoenix Sovereign had seen everything!

This realization made An Luo Yi feel even more embarrassed.

It was her first time meeting Feng Yuan—she hadn’t even had a chance to greet her properly. And now Feng Yuan had seen her being teased by He Ange...

Thinking this,

An Luo Yi buried her face deeper into He Ange’s chest. She felt like her dignified image as a Destined Heroine was completely ruined—all because He Ange made her fall so deeply in love—all because he kept teasing her regardless of the situation—making her blush and her heart race uncontrollably.

Otherwise,

She would have maintained some composure—at least leaving a good impression on Feng Yuan!

“......”

On the other side,

Feng Yuan watched the young couple behind her without any particular expression.

However,

She couldn’t shake off a strange feeling in her heart—a feeling she couldn’t quite describe.

After all,

In Feng Yuan’s eyes,

He Ange was just a foolish disciple—weak and reckless—whose only redeeming quality was his filial piety.

But now,

Feng Yuan realized that He Ange also had a side where he could charm his little wife—acting as a high-cold husband in front of others.

Especially seeing the blushing silver-haired maiden,

Feng Yuan couldn’t help but be stunned. She had heard some rumors about An Luo Yi—the Destined Heroine whose talent and potential were recognized by both Chen Long and the True Dragon Ancestor—coveted by the entire True Dragon Clan.

From what Feng Yuan knew,

Destined Ones often carried an air of pride—the more exceptional they were like An Luo Yi—the prouder they were...

But seeing such a shy and obedient Destined Heroine—even for someone as experienced as Feng Yuan—it was truly a rare sight.

How had He Ange managed to train this proud Destined Heroine into such a state?

This made Feng Yuan suspicious—and stirred some strange emotions within her.

It seemed that He Ange valued his love for An Luo Yi more than his filial piety towards his master.

Though filial piety and love couldn’t be compared directly—as a ruler with True Phoenix bloodline—Feng Yuan’s desire for control wasn’t much weaker than Chen Long’s...

Previously,

He Ange had been too weak—a mere servant in Feng Yuan’s eyes—someone who fetched tea and water. Her only requirement for him was not to die.

But now things were different.

Now,

He Ange had stolen ancient scrolls from Dragon Dynasty—snatched the Destined Heroine from under Chen Long’s nose—proving himself an exceptional apostle. Consequently,

His status in Feng Yuan’s eyes had risen significantly.

And once Feng Yuan started caring about this foolish disciple—she became more concerned about his filial piety and respect towards her.

After all,

Feng Yuan had risked everything to break out of the abyss for He Ange—she had placed great importance on him. Naturally,

He should regard her as his greatest master—showing utmost respect and devotion.

Otherwise,

Feng Yuan would feel unbalanced...

She had saved He Ange—but his attention was entirely focused on another woman?

“Very well.”

“He’s just a foolish disciple—a mere ant. What he does is his own business—it has nothing to do with me as his master.”

With a soft snort,

Feng Yuan temporarily suppressed her strange feelings.

For now,

The priority was fighting Chen Long—and ensuring this foolish disciple’s safe return home.

Chen Long could have dominion over the world—but if she tried to take Feng Yuan’s disciple—that crossed Feng Yuan’s bottom line.

Even if it meant paying a heavy price—Feng Yuan would personally step out of the abyss—to snatch back her disciple from the dragon’s claws!

“You two stay behind me for now,” Feng Yuan said with a sigh. “Chen Long has sealed off this area’s spatial barriers. If an opportunity arises—I’ll take you both away.”

Feng Yuan spoke with a hint of helplessness regarding the current situation.

After all,

She was still shackled—a prisoner with four abyssal chains binding her hands and feet—greatly limiting her cultivation and mobility...

Just breaking out of the abyss had already cost Feng Yuan dearly.

In this weakened state—she couldn’t match the full strength of the True Dragon Empress.

“Feng Yuan!”

“Since you’ve walked into my trap today—don’t blame me for being ruthless!”

From afar,

The Empress stood tall above the Nine Heavens—her True Dragon aura surging across the land—shaking heaven and earth.

Both being true god-level beings—

If Feng Yuan wanted to leave—Chen Long couldn’t stop her.

But if Feng Yuan wanted to take An Luo Yi and He Ange with her—that was another matter entirely.

The True Dragon Empress spread her arms wide—as if grasping the laws of the world—distorting space itself.

Simultaneously,

Chen Long gathered true energy at her chest—

In an instant—

Boundless energy erupted forth—divine radiance shining from her golden eyes—as heavenly punishment descended upon the petite phoenix spirit below.

“......”

Seeing the divine punishment approaching—

Feng Yuan bathed in its radiance—her face paled slightly.

She raised her hand—

A massive abyssal rift formed above—a black hole devouring all light.

As the Empress’s divine pillar descended—

Its power was swallowed by the abyssal rift.

Chen Long’s true god-level energy flowed endlessly—

Meanwhile below—

Feng Yuan struggled under its weight—gritting her teeth as she fought against it.

Times had changed—

Feng Yuan could no longer match Chen Long’s strength head-on.

And with Chen Long able to easily distort spatial laws—

The portal Feng Yuan had left behind was rendered useless.

In this situation—

Feng Yuan would eventually be overwhelmed here.

“He Yan—I permit you to break your seal.”

Seeing herself nearing exhaustion under the Empress’s divine radiance—

Feng Yuan finally spoke coldly—with impatience in her voice.

Moments later—

A terrifying wave of abyssal decay erupted from a distant snow-capped mountain—

Simultaneously—

The True Dragon Seal suppressing He Yan shattered.

The reaper girl’s shadow appeared in the distance—

Like an unleashed beast—

Her bandages fell away completely—revealing ancient runes covering her body—as her cultivation surged to touch true god-level thresholds intermittently.

Shrouded in abyssal flames—

He Yan no longer resembled a human—instead appearing as a mythical demon born from legends.

Wherever she stood—

Life withered within hundreds of miles—the snow turned black—the trees decayed...

“This lunatic is causing trouble again.”

From afar—

The reaper girl’s crimson gaze locked onto the True Dragon Empress above—

Chen Long’s expression darkened visibly.

Though powerful enough not to fear He Yan—

She hadn’t anticipated Feng Yuan personally intervening today—and hadn’t brought any other True Dragon warriors along...

With no one else able to hold off He Yan—

Chen Long herself had to step in once more—

Boom!

He Yan launched herself forward at supersonic speed—

Reluctantly—

Chen Long split her focus again—raising another True Dragon Seal—to pin He Yan down once more—

But this time—the seal lasted only seconds before He Yan broke free again—charging relentlessly at the Empress...

At Residual God-level cultivation—

Surviving so many attacks from Chen Long alone proved He Yan’s terrifying resilience—

No other Residual God-level warrior had ever lasted more than three minutes against Chen Long before being obliterated into blood mist—their souls annihilated completely...

Though unable to defeat Chen Long outright—

He Yan’s death-defying tenacity allowed her to stand toe-to-toe with a True Dragon!

...

Taking advantage of He Yan’s distraction—

Feng Yuan managed to catch her breath briefly beneath the Empress’s assault—

Cough!

Cough cough!

Spitting out black blood—

The phoenix girl grew paler by the moment—as time drained away her life force...

Breathing heavily—

She wasted no time resting—instead summoning another abyssal portal while signaling for He Ange to take An Luo Yi and leave quickly...

But before she could complete it—

The Empress once again severed spatial barriers effortlessly—

“Feng Yuan—you either leave An Luo Yi behind—or die here together!”

Chen Long’s stance remained firm—

Her golden eyes flashing with divine radiance—escalating tensions beyond retreat...

Seeing this—

Feng Yuan’s expression darkened further...

Though catching Chen Long off guard initially by bringing apostles along—

Once Chen Long regained composure—it wouldn’t be easy escaping unscathed; she would stop at nothing to kill Feng Yuan...

According to their thousand-year rivalry—

Both knew any opportunity would be exploited ruthlessly—to push each other towards death; neither would show mercy knowing neither could truly die...

The more they knew they couldn’t die—the harder they fought...

For true god-level beings—

Mercy was laughable; even giving their all wouldn’t guarantee killing each other unless one willingly surrendered...

Chen Long embodied this mindset now—

Seizing such an opportune moment—even burning life force if necessary—to ensure Feng Yuan couldn’t escape!

Moreover—the current situation favored Chen Long significantly—

Dragging things out would only weaken Feng Yuan further until she inevitably succumbed—being dragged back into abyssal chains once more...

At that point—it would be Chen Long’s complete victory!

She would personally execute all present apostles—as Feng Yuan once did long ago; otherwise—Feng Yuan wouldn’t have ascended to true godhood herself...

Neither were saints—their hands stained equally with blood...

As events tilted overwhelmingly towards Chen Long—

At this critical juncture—the white-robed youth behind Feng Yuan grew restless...

“Master—I have an idea... if you’re willing...”

He Ange whispered urgently beside Feng Yuan—his expression serious...

Hearing him out briefly—

A glimmer of hope flickered across Feng Yuan’s previously anxious face...

Yet hesitation lingered within her furrowed brows—reluctant to agree immediately...

“Master—I know it’s presumptuous—but I can’t bear seeing you waste away like this... I want to serve you for many more years...” He Ange bowed slightly—his heart heavy with concern...

“......”

With apparent reluctance—

Feng Yuan bit her lip lightly—her beautiful face tinged with frustration...

Sighing softly—

Though silent outwardly—the dire circumstances forced her hand; nodding subtly in reluctant approval of He Ange’s impromptu plan...

Meanwhile—

He Ange sprang into action swiftly...

First pulling An Luo Yi close—the latter already prepared—slipping off one shoulder strap to reveal flawless white skin beneath...

Time pressed urgently—

He Ange wasted no moment; baring sharp fangs he bit down on An Luo Yi’s shoulder artery without hesitation...

Gulp...

True Dragon bloodline—the Destined Heroine’s blood flowed freely as he drank deeply without mercy...

Seeing An Luo Yi grit her teeth against pain—

He Ange felt pangs of guilt within...

“Senior Sister—I’m sorry...”

“It’s alright... consider it my dowry for joining Spirit Phoenix Sect...”

Holding him tightly—

An Luo Yi spoke softly with gentle warmth...

True Dragon bloodline itself was something He Ange helped her obtain from True Dragon Ancestor; without him—she would’ve become its slave long ago...

Now—it was merely sacrificing some dragon blood for greater victory...

Soon enough—

He Ange drank his fill; releasing his bite he watched An Luo Yi pant heavily—with eyes glazed over like someone intoxicated...

True Dragon bloodline coursed through him—a potent force he couldn’t fully absorb or control...

But absorption wasn’t his goal now...

With no time left for comforting An Luo Yi further—

He turned towards Feng Yuan engaged against Empress Chen Long...

Gazing at his master’s delicate neck—his fangs itched instinctively; an urge to bite down hard welled up uncontrollably within him...

For some reason...

Perhaps triggered by recent blood consumption—a primal desire ignited within; craving Feng Yuan’s scent like an infant yearning for mother’s milk—a greedy urge consuming his thoughts entirely...

Feeling overwhelmed by guilt yet unable resist bodily urges—

He trembled fearfully at defiling his sacred master with such base desires...

That was his mother goddess who birthed him anew through bloodline!

To harbor such thoughts towards Feng Yuan deserved nothing less than death—a thousand times over!

Sensing impure intentions behind her—

Feng Yuan glanced back briefly; expressionless as she met He Ange’s gaze silently...

After moments of silence—

She smiled weakly despite exhaustion—as if seeing an innocent child grappling with newfound emotions; lowering eyelids slightly while speaking gently with maternal warmth:

“Good disciple... come here.”