After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude Chapter 10 - New Product

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1:00 a.m.

He Ange woke up.

He glanced at the wooden clock on his bedside table, then at the dark night outside the window, confirming that most of his fellow disciples were already asleep.

“Ti to get to work…”

Stretching lazily, He Ange still felt a bit groggy.

But as soon as he got out of bed, he noticed sothing unusual. Though his mind was still waking up, his body felt incredibly light, and he was brimming with energy. It was as if his strength had noticeably increased after a single night’s rest.

He quickly realized the reason—it was the Sha Pill he had taken before sleeping. His body had already absorbed part of its abyssal energy.

“So this is the power of a Sha Pill refined by Master herself. Even sleeping makes stronger. I love it, I love it.”

“At this rate, breaking through to the Core Formation stage won’t be too difficult.”

…

Yong’an City, Underground Black Market

As a city not directly governed by the imperial court, Yong’an City had a thriving underground industry. Countless banned pills and mysterious cultivators conducted secret transactions here.

Among the many shops in the black market, one stood out for its unique inventory.

“Ah, finally! Xiao He, you’re here. We thought you got caught by the sect’s night patrol disciples for being so late today.”

As soon as He Ange opened his shop, a group of elegantly dressed, elaborately made-up won wearing gilded masks entered.

These won were all noble ladies from Yong’an City’s prestigious families.

They were wealthy and frequent custors of He Ange’s shop because he sold items unavailable anywhere else.

For example, seductive black silk stockings, high heels that exuded elegance, and costics that promised to restore youth—face masks, creams, and more.

These items, unavailable in the mainstream market, could only be found in He Ange’s shop. And they worked wonders—turning a 30-year-old woman into soone more alluring than a 20-year-old girl, capable of captivating any man.

If you were a noblewoman, wouldn’t you buy them?

Thanks to this exclusivity, He Ange’s prices were exorbitant. Only wealthy won could afford his products. But compared to the allure of looking ten years younger, such prices were re pocket change to them.

“Ladies, no need to rush. I was just exhausted from yesterday’s duel and overslept a bit,” He Ange said with a helpless smile as he was surrounded by his enthusiastic custors. He began unloading rows of goods from his storage ring to restock the shop shelves.

All of these items were handmade by He Ange himself. Since he couldn’t cultivate due to his lack of a spiritual vein, he had plenty of free ti.

While others practiced swordsmanship, he used his Earth mories to create products.

While others ditated, he used his Earth knowledge to sell them.

As for production capacity, He Ange couldn’t claim to supply an entire nation, but he could easily satisfy Yong’an City’s circle of wealthy won.

“Xiao He, you’re so talented at such a young age, and you’re even a disciple of a prestigious sect. I bet you’re quite popular with the girls back at your sect, aren’t you?” one of the ladies asked curiously as He Ange unloaded his goods.

Thinking about how Wang Qiong had ambushed him with a group yesterday, He Ange chuckled wryly and shrugged. “Not really. In the sect, we’re all cultivators. As an outer disciple, I’m not particularly special.”

“But with a face like yours, surely you have plenty of admirers?”

“No, no. Our sect elders don’t allow romantic relationships between n and won. They say it interferes with our cultivation.”

He Ange handled the ladies’ curiosity with ease, smiling politely as he answered their questions.

Chatting with custors was part of his job, after all.

Though the ladies often asked personal questions, He Ange didn’t mind. They weren’t malicious like Wang Qiong, and as paying custors, they deserved so attention.

Of course, if the genders were reversed, the situation might feel entirely different.

“So, Xiao He, you’re saying you live a very disciplined life at the sect. But tell honestly, don’t you ever have... thoughts?” one lady teased.

“Ha! Xiao He, with a face like yours, if you ever feel stifled at the sect, you can always co to East City and visit Auntie Liu for so relaxation.”

“Liu, if your husband finds out, it won’t end well. Why not let Xiao He co to my place instead—”

“Hey, hey, stop teasing the poor boy! Don’t ruin his Dao heart as a cultivator!”

Their banter was lighthearted, and they occasionally pinched He Ange’s cheeks or patted his arms. As won in their 30s and 40s, they spent their days playing the role of dignified wives in noble households. But at night, in the anonymity of the black market, they let loose around a talented and handso young man like He Ange.

After all, with their masks on, no one could tell who was who.

He Ange was used to this. After all, making money was making money. His body wasn’t so precious that he couldn’t let others touch him.

“Speaking of which, I’ve recently developed a new product…” He Ange said casually, steering the conversation to a new topic.

But as he spoke, he scratched his cheek, feeling a bit embarrassed in front of the elegant ladies. “I’m not sure if you’d be interested.”

“What is it? Show us!”

“Alright.”

Taking a deep breath, He Ange turned and retrieved a peculiar-looking item from a black box. It was a pink silicone rod with an uneven surface.

“This,” he said, holding it up, “is what I call the ‘Fairy Wand.’”

…

2:00 a.m.

By this ti, the disciples of the Shengxu Sect were long asleep. The entire sect was silent, save for the night patrol disciples.

“Fairy Qin? What brings you here so late?”

The patrolling disciples imdiately stood and greeted Qin Shiyan respectfully as the black-dressed fairy approached.

“Has He Ange gone out tonight?” she asked coldly.

“Uh... we’re not sure. Since he returned to his dorm yesterday afternoon, we haven’t seen him leave.”

“I see…”

Murmuring softly, Qin Shiyan narrowed her phoenix-like eyes.

She had already visited He Ange’s dorm and found no response when she knocked. Even using her spiritual sense, she couldn’t detect his presence inside.

Yet the night patrol disciples claid they hadn’t seen him leave.

This only confird her suspicions from the previous day.

He Ange’s late-night disappearances could only an one thing—he was sneaking off to the black market. After all, he was the mysterious boy whose business was booming among Yong’an City’s noblewon.

“Just joined my faction yesterday, and tonight he’s already off to the black market to fool around. He doesn’t take as his master seriously at all…”

“He Ange, you’d better hope I don’t catch you in the act!”