After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude Chapter 169 - My Senior Sister Is a Big Shot in the Moon Sec

My Senior Sister Is a Big Shot in the Moon Sect!

“Yo?”

“Old man, practicing demonic arts here?”

He Ange’s tone was casual, yet laced with provocation.

For a mont, the red-eyed elder in the temple was stunned, unable to process what had just happened. Normally, the Dao Yuan Temple was surrounded by powerful and sensitive protective barriers during his secluded cultivation. If any disciple from Shengxu Sect tried to intrude, Li Daoyuan would have been alerted imdiately.

But tonight, He Ange’s sudden appearance—kicking down the door—was like an “FBI open up” mont, catching Li Daoyuan completely off guard.

Li Daoyuan looked up.

He studied the figure standing at the doorway—a tall, sharp-featured young man dressed in white, exuding an aura of sinister arrogance. The elder couldn’t help but gasp. Glancing at the demonic arts and energy he hadn’t yet hidden, Li Daoyuan felt as if he’d been caught red-handed in the act, his heart nearly stopping from sheer panic.

As He Ange stepped closer, the elder hurriedly used illusions to conceal his demonic energy and stashed his demonic cultivation manuals into his storage ring. Only after securing everything did Li Daoyuan’s panicked eyes regain a glimr of murderous intent and vigilance.

Standing up, he glared at the youth and roared:

“Who are you? Which master’s disciple dares to barge into the temple of a sect elder in seclusion?!”

“And what exactly are you doing here?” He Ange sneered coldly.

The elder’s heart wavered as he gritted his teeth and replied stubbornly: “Naturally, I am ditating in seclusion! The affairs of an elder are not for a junior like you to question!”

“Quit pretending. I saw you practicing demonic arts.”

He Ange shrugged dismissively and strode forward fearlessly, ignoring the elder’s glare and warnings.

Li Daoyuan had only recently broken through to Divine Transformation stage and taken up the position of Shengxu Sect’s elder guarding the forbidden grounds. It was clear that his rapid advancent was tied to his secret practice of demonic arts.

And obviously, the demonic sect behind him had high hopes for Li Daoyuan to use his position to steal the treasures hidden in Shengxu Sect’s forbidden grounds.

As a fellow “villain,” He Ange understood these interests all too well.

In no ti,

He Ange reached the elder’s desk, casually placing a silver sword on it before flashing a carefree smile:

“Old man, how about we make a deal?”

“…?”

The youth’s confidence made Li Daoyuan uneasy. In just a few seconds, countless possibilities flashed through his mind.

However, given that his demonic arts had been exposed, the simplest and most direct solution was clear: kill the witness.

BOOM—!!!

Li Daoyuan slamd his palm on the table as his terrifying Divine Transformation aura erupted. He raised his hand, conjuring a massive palm of spiritual energy aid directly at the young intruder.

To him, a late Foundation Establishnt cultivator like He Ange was nothing more than an ant—easily crushed with a flick of his finger!

But just as He Ange was about to et his end—

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. The Destined Heroine An Luo Yi is still awake at this hour.”

“!!!”

With just one calm sentence, Li Daoyuan froze mid-attack.

Though he spent most of his ti in seclusion, he kept tabs on external affairs. He was well aware of Shengxu Sect’s Destined Heroine and her terrifying strength.

Taking a deep breath, Li Daoyuan’s eyes filled with caution and dread.

“You think I can’t kill you in an instant?”

His voice was deep and threatening.

But then he smirked mockingly: “Hmph. Do you think squashing an ant like you would alarm anyone else in the sect?”

“So confident?”

He Ange chuckled lightly.

Without another word, he rolled up his sleeve under the temple’s dim candlelight. Li Daoyuan squinted and saw a large, intricate mark etched into the youth’s arm.

The mark extended along He Ange’s veins, staining them with a dark purple hue that resembled a sinister infection. It gave off an eerie sense of dread.

Seeing this,

Li Daoyuan couldn’t help but shudder internally.

As an elder with centuries of experience, he vaguely recognized the design on He Ange’s arm.

Rumors spoke of Northern Abyss demonic cultivators who had developed self-destructive marks—cursed seals designed to detonate upon death. So even spread plagues or caused massive explosions capable of leveling entire cities.

The mark on He Ange’s arm was clearly an enhanced version—larger in scale and more refined. Its destructive potential was undoubtedly far greater than the original designs.

Hiss—

Li Daoyuan felt a chill run down his spine. Even with all his years of experience, he found such “toys” deeply unsettling.

It didn’t matter where He Ange had learned this forbidden technique. The fact that he dared to show up with it was proof enough of his recklessness—and insanity.

At that mont,

Li Daoyuan reevaluated the youth before him. If An Luo Yi was the Destined Heroine, then this boy must be the Devil’s Spawn!

“You think you can scare with that thing? Do you take for a coward—?!”

“Is that so?”

Before Li Daoyuan could finish his sentence, He Ange sighed softly. His cold eyes darkened as if he’d lost all hope in life. Without hesitation, he gripped his marked arm as if preparing to detonate it.

The mark began to glow ominously, ready to activate at any mont.

Panicked,

Li Daoyuan rushed forward to stop him:

“Wait! Wait!”

“Kid! You’re young—don’t do anything rash! There’s no need for such drastic asures!”

His voice trembled with unease as he quickly suppressed any lingering murderous intent toward He Ange.

Sure, killing He Ange would be easy for soone of Li Daoyuan’s level.

But He Ange wasn’t normal. Even as an elder, Li Daoyuan didn’t want to provoke what seed like a walking ti bomb. If He Ange triggered that mark, half of Shengxu Sect’s forbidden grounds might be obliterated!

While it might not kill Li Daoyuan outright,

The resulting chaos would undoubtedly draw attention from other elders—and Li Daoyuan would have no way to escape suspicion.

Seeing that Li Daoyuan was finally willing to talk,

He Ange smiled warmly and sat cross-legged across from him at the tea table.

“Co on, Elder Dao Yuan—have a seat.”

He gestured invitingly with a kind smile.

Li Daoyuan clenched his teeth but ultimately sat down to appease the volatile youth before him.

“Elder Dao Yuan, let formally introduce myself: I’m He Ange, Shengxu Sect’s newly recognized disciple.” He began calmly.

But Li Daoyuan’s expression remained grim—he had no interest in idle chatter with this lunatic.

Unbothered,

He Ange poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip before continuing:

“Elder Dao Yuan, let be frank.”

“The Dragon Dynasty celestial servants are already aware of your plans to steal Shengxu Sect’s forbidden treasures. Several celestial servants have been dispatched to Yong’an City to monitor you in secret. They’re just waiting for orders to surround Shengxu Sect and capture you.”

“…Are you serious?!”

Li Daoyuan’s face turned pale as he glanced around nervously, fearing that celestial servants might already be closing in on his temple.

After all,

As soone holding a high position within Shengxu Sect while secretly practicing demonic arts, Li Daoyuan lived under constant threat of exposure and execution by his fellow cultivators.

But amidst his panic,

Li Daoyuan suddenly realized sothing odd.

Taking a deep breath,

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at He Ange:

“If that’s true... why are you telling this Dragon Dynasty secret?”

Li Daoyuan had found a flaw in He Ange’s story.

In response,

He Ange simply nodded and smiled slyly:

“Because I’m also a demonic cultivator.”

“My senior sister is a big shot in the Moon Sect. She sent here to assist you on behalf of our sect.”

…

Eastern Demon Realm

Wanmo Sect – Hall of Blood Flas

At the end of a dimly lit hall sat a white-haired demon lord with sharp features and deep-set eyes. Despite appearing middle-aged, his aura exuded power and authority.

This was Dongfang Zhou—the current leader of Wanmo Sect and ruler of the Hall of Blood Flas.

Wanmo Sect dominated the Eastern Demon Realm much like Dragon Dynasty ruled Huaxia. Under Dongfang Zhou’s leadership, countless smaller sects had been unified under Wanmo Sect’s banner—a testant to his fearso capabilities.

But today,

Dongfang Zhou was in an exceptionally foul mood.

Recently,

His beloved daughter Dongfang Li had wandered into the Blood Moon Forbidden Grounds only to be captured by its mistress—the infamous Blood Moon Witch Mu Yanli. Without any negotiations or warnings, Mu Yanli subjected Dongfang Li to brutal torture, extracting critical intelligence about Wanmo Sect…

Though Dongfang Zhou eventually rescued his daughter,

The damage had been done—and now Wanmo Sect’s secrets were compromised.

Seething with rage,

Dongfang Zhou clenched his fists:

“That damned witch! How dare she humiliate ?!”

“If not for her location in the distant north—I would’ve destroyed Moon Sect long ago!”

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