After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude Chapter 212 - Oh? I Heard You’re Interested in the Art of Ma

Oh? I Heard You’re Interested in the Art of Marking?

He Ange isn’t soone who holds grudges.

If he didn’t need a villain to collaborate with, he wouldn’t have suggested Li Nanshan backstab the Moon Sect witch. Bla it on Mu Yanli’s unfortunate position and her enmity with An Luo Yi, making her the perfect tool.

After hours of discussion, Li Nanshan and He Ange finalized their plan.

Following He Ange’s suggestion, Li Nanshan planned to initially pretend to cooperate with Mu Yanli, luring her into capturing the Destined Heroine. Given Mu Yanli’s greedy nature, she would never share the Destined Heroine with Li Nanshan.

In reality, Li Nanshan never expected Mu Yanli to split the spoils evenly with him.

Regardless of Mu Yanli’s character, if Li Nanshan could monopolize the prize, why share it with her?

After all, they’re both villains—not good people.

So, Li Nanshan planned that once Mu Yanli pushed the Destined Heroine to the brink and attempted to kill her for her veins, he’d send dozens of second-rank celestial generals to ambush Mu Yanli!

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!

This way, Mu Yanli would force An Luo Yi’s destiny to manifest, and Li Nanshan could reap the rewards effortlessly.

Li Nanshan knew the Destined Heroine’s strength—she could explode with power three or four tis when near death! She might even reveal so ancient legacy or hidden cheat, making her extrely troubleso.

If there truly was an ancient legacy involved, even Li Nanshan would struggle to handle it.

Therefore, he’d never be the “fool” to provoke the Destined Heroine’s trump cards—Mu Yanli was perfect for that role.

After all, both won were destined heroines—let them fight each other!

As for Li Nanshan, he’d sit back and enjoy the show—reaping the benefits as a bystander.

It must be said—

He Yuan’s suggestions were indeed clever.

Even after their discussion ended and the young Holy Son in moon-white robes left, Li Nanshan sat by his window, marveling at the intricacy of their plan.

“That kid—though his character is questionable—he’s quite the strategist. With such cunning, if he joined Dragon Dynasty as a minister, the Empress would surely favor him...”

Thinking of He Yuan, Li Nanshan couldn’t help but feel impressed.

However—

Precisely because He Yuan was so shrewd, Li Nanshan felt uneasy.

He worried that with such tempting opportunities surrounding the Destined Heroine, He Yuan wouldn’t easily let go as Spirit Phoenix Sect’s Holy Son.

So Li Nanshan pondered how He Yuan might benefit from their plan as its proposer—

Surely He Yuan wasn’t naive enough to believe Li Nanshan would honor their agreent and share the spoils?

Ridiculous.

Li Nanshan didn’t even believe his own words.

If the Destined Heroine fell into his hands, neither Mu Yanli nor He Yuan would get a share—not even other old ministers!

“No—I must keep an eye on that kid!”

“He’s too cunning—leaving him alive will only cause trouble. I must find an opportunity to eliminate him...”

Sighing by the window, a sly glint flashed in Li Nanshan’s eyes.

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Li Nanshan’s nature was no mystery to He Ange.

Such an old fox would kill for personal gain—even after receiving help—just like Lidaoyuan tried to kill He Ange...

But that’s fine.

He Ange had no good intentions either—so it balanced out with Li Nanshan.

After finalizing plans with Li Nanshan, He Ange proceeded to his next target.

Eastern Demon Territory.

Ten Thousand Demons Sect, Hall of Slaughtered Faces.

Now,

He Ange stood before its grand entrance—dressed in moon-white robes embroidered with mountains and rivers—a silver phoenix mask covering half his face—exuding an air of regal elegance.

Beside him stood a young girl with blue-and-red hair styled in buns.

“Inform Master Dongfang that Holy Son He Yuan of Spirit Phoenix Sect wishes to visit,” He Ange announced confidently.

“Holy Son of Spirit Phoenix Sect...?”

The demon guards exchanged puzzled glances but dutifully ran inside.

Soon enough,

The hall doors opened wide—a booming voice echoing from within—

“When did Spirit Phoenix Sect appoint a Holy Son?”

The voice carried skepticism—and intimidation—

Facing this demonic aura,

Sweat ford on He Ange’s forehead—but he remained silent—striding into the hall—

With each step,

The pressure grew heavier—as if carrying Mount Tai on his shoulders—the oppressive force from the hall’s depths was terrifying—

Fortunately,

With Feng Yuan’s legacy now,

He wasn’t easily subdued—

Along his path,

Many demon cultivators eyed him curiously—so wary—so amused—so challenging—

anwhile,

He Ange scanned these demons—

Yet among them,

He didn’t spot Gu Yuan—the black dragon clan’s Holy Son from Zongshan Plains—

According to He Yan,

Gu Yuan barely escaped death after unleashing an ancient dragon legacy—

Perhaps...

He Yan crippled him—leaving him too ashad to return to Ten Thousand Demons Sect?

No matter—

He Ange and Xuanque pressed on through demonic pressure—reaching the hall’s end—

Upon a sinister blood-stained throne sat a white-haired demon lord—handso yet pale—with eyes closed—appearing in his pri—

“A Void God realm young demon...”

Xuanque whispered cautiously within He Ange’s spiritual sense—

Silence reigned briefly—

Finally,

The white-haired demon lord opened his deep-set eyes—fixating on the visiting white-robed youth and blue-red-haired girl—

In that mont,

He Ange felt an invasive scrutiny piercing his soul—eting those eyes revealed a difference from old ministers like Li Nanshan—

This was a true demonic sect leader!

Dongfang Zhou appeared middle-aged—but retained youthful charm—unlike many elder sect leaders!

Achieving Void God realm at this age suggested he rivaled prodigies like Blood Moon Witch or Fox Clan Saintess—and he hadn’t reached his peak yet—with centuries more cultivation—he might ascend to Heavenly God or even Remnant God realm as an elder demon patriarch!

While observing Dongfang Zhou,

He examined the young Holy Son below—

With interest,

Dongfang Zhou smiled faintly:

“I didn’t expect you two were abyssal apostles.”

Confirming their identities eased Dongfang Zhou’s tone—the oppressive aura dissipating—

In an instant,

He Ange relaxed considerably around this white-haired demon lord—

After all,

Dongfang Zhou seed courteous?

Nothing like Li Nanshan’s initial hostility and intimidation when they first t—

“No need for formality—I received guidance from that esteed one in my youth...”

Dongfang Zhou reminisced wistfully:

“There are many abyssal inheritors—and I was fortunate enough to be one.”

“Sadly—I’m no great figure—that esteed one likely forgot she ever guided this servant.”

His tone grew somber—as if recalling distant mories—

Below,

He Ange and Xuanque exchanged glances—understanding dawning upon them—

“In that case—by seniority—you’re my senior,” He Ange nodded respectfully with a gentle smile—

However,

Dongfang Zhou narrowed his eyes:

“He Yuan—you may bear that esteed one’s aura—but I don’t know you.”

His voice turned cold again:

“Out of respect for that esteed one—I’ll treat you politely—but whether Ten Thousand Demons Sect welcos you depends on your sincerity...”

“I advise caution—even with her favor—you might not leave this hall~”

His smile carried chilling intent—

Favor is one thing—

But as Ten Thousand Demons Sect leader—diplomacy between factions is another matter entirely—

As demonic realm leader,

Dongfang Zhou’s Hall of Slaughtered Faces wasn’t open to just anyone—

A re Nascent Soul junior daring to visit surely had ulterior motives—

If He Yuan failed to intrigue Dongfang Zhou...

“Rest assured—what I’m about to say will interest you,” He Ange replied calmly—matching Dongfang Zhou’s composed deanor—

“Oh? Let’s hear it.”

“Soon—the Blood Moon Witch will face assassination on northern ice plains—a perfect chance for you.”

With just one sentence,

He Ange dropped explosive news—

In that mont—not only did Dongfang Zhou freeze—but many demonic elders widened their eyes in shock—as if hearing sothing terrifyingly unimaginable—

Silence lingered—

Dongfang Zhou straightened up—infinite curiosity blooming towards He Yuan—

After all,

His daughter recently fell victim to Blood Moon Witch—even becoming a soulless husk...

If anyone hated Mu Yanli most—it was undoubtedly Dongfang Zhou—he’d love nothing more than to kill her—

“Hahahahaha...”

“He Yuan—is that your na?”

Laughing heartily,

Dongfang Zhou’s handso face lit up with appreciation for this straightforward young Holy Son—

“Good! As expected from soone chosen by that esteed one—you’re direct and decisive!”

“Excellent! I like it!”

“Killing that witch? If you help capture her—I’ll make you an honored guest of Ten Thousand Demons Sect!”

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Evening.

Hall of Slaughtered Faces, Leader’s Study.

Outside stood a petite girl with snow-white features—fiery red hair—and golden eyes radiating divine majesty—a proud beauty exuding cold arrogance—

She knocked lightly:

“Master Dongfang—it’s Sheng’er requesting an audience.”

“What is it?” The demon lord replied indifferently from within—

Outside—the girl hesitated shyly:

“Actually—I wanted more guidance on cult marking techniques...”

“Oh—you’re just in ti!”

The white-haired demon lord chuckled warmly:

“I have an expert here who specializes in marking techniques—why not let this young Holy Son explain?”

Simultaneously opening the door,

He invited the red-feathered girl inside:

“Sheng’er—co in.”

A young Holy Son?

Was there an important guest visiting that made Master so pleased tonight?

Hearing laughter within,

Que Sheng raised her delicate brows curiously—for since Ten Thousand Demons Sect suffered heavy losses at Zongshan Plains—she hadn’t seen Dongfang Zhou so cheerful—and after that incident—even demonic prodigy Gu Li disappeared without trace—

Though Dongfang Zhou blad Moon Sect witch,

Only Que Sheng knew it was all orchestrated by demonic cultivator He Ange from Saint Void Sect—

Even now,

Que Sheng endured tornt from an abdominal mark left by him—

Tonight,

She sought Dongfang Zhou hoping for books on cult markings—to remove He Ange’s mark soon—

“If he’s Master’s guest—a powerful figure might help remove this mark!”

“Once gone—I’ll lead others against that bastard He Ange!”

With anticipation growing,

Que Sheng felt excitent welling up inside her heart reflected joyfully on her face—

Pushing open the door,

Inside sat two white-robed n at a table—the left being Demon Lord Dongfang Zhou—the right a black-eyed youth in moon-white robes—their conversation lively—

But upon eting eyes with “Holy Son” opposite her,

Que Sheng froze—as if her mind exploded unable to process thoughts—

Her abdominal mark sensed its “master” nearby—and faintly reactivated—

“You...you...”

Seeing Que Sheng turn pale with shock,

He Ange smiled gently feigning concern:

“I heard Sister Sheng’er is interested in our sect’s marking techniques?”

“Sheng’er—mind your manners.”

anwhile—the white-haired demon lord warmly invited:

“Co sit by Holy Son He Yuan—you’re both young peers—learn from each other—and let this Spirit Phoenix Sect prodigy teach you about marking!”

“Ah...”

Trembling all over,

Que Sheng squeezed her legs together as cherry-red cheeks turned despairingly pale—

Seated beside him,

She pressed hands against pink knees biting silver teeth swallowing humiliation bowing lowly:

“This humble girl...Que Sheng...”

“Greets Holy Son He Yuan.”

tln : my tooth hurt so much, and the pain reached my head. god i hate tootaches so much, its killing . i’m sorry if im taking a break tis to tis. i can’t handle this tooth captivity whatever you call it, this is first ti for and i fuuuu its hurt somuch.