After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 13 - Is It Really That Magical?

“Why are those noblewomen so obsessed with this silly thing?”

Qin Shiyan posed the critical question.

For a moment, He Ange froze in place.

If his master found out the true purpose of this item, he might never be able to face her again. It would be the end of his dignity, and he’d likely be ostracized by the sect, his future as a cultivator completely ruined.

“Master, actually... this is a newly developed massage device from my shop,” He Ange said, forcing a stiff smile and trying to sound as serious as possible.

Qin Shiyan raised her elegant eyebrows, her expression skeptical.

The atmosphere grew tense.

The two of them locked eyes in silence, and a faint blush crept onto He Ange’s face.

After a moment, Qin Shiyan narrowed her phoenix-like eyes. “A massage device?”

“Yes.”

“And what exactly does it do?”

“Uh, well, the Fairy Wand has many functions. It’s designed with advanced human ergonomics and contains a spiritual energy core. It can relax pressure points, relieve fatigue, and soothe the body and mind,” He Ange said, now completely making things up.

He had no choice. He couldn’t possibly tell her what it was actually for.

To his surprise, Qin Shiyan seemed to believe him. She listened intently, her expression thoughtful. It appeared she was convinced by the “high-tech” jargon he was spouting.

After all, this was a new product from He Ange, the same person who had designed so many innovative and unique outfits. Creating a magical massage device didn’t seem far-fetched.

“If it’s that amazing, I’ll take one. Sometimes I get back pain from sitting and reading for too long,” Qin Shiyan said, preparing to place the wand into her storage ring.

Seeing this, He Ange panicked.

He suddenly regretted hyping up the Fairy Wand so much. Now his master thought it was a valuable item and wanted to take it with her!

“Wait, Master, hold on!” He Ange grabbed her hand, his tone almost pleading. “Master, this Fairy Wand is meant for mortal customers. You, as an immortal, are eternally youthful and radiant. You don’t need such a mundane item...”

“If it’s called a Fairy Wand, why can’t cultivators use it?” Qin Shiyan asked, her gaze puzzled. She didn’t understand why He Ange was so worked up. “Besides, no matter how much we cultivate, as long as we’re in this mortal realm, we’re still human. Of course we’d want to relax sometimes.”

“That... that’s true, but you don’t need to use this silly wand! If you ever feel tired, I can give you a massage myself! I guarantee it’ll be much better than this thing!” He Ange said, laughing awkwardly.

His unusual behavior only deepened Qin Shiyan’s suspicions. She raised an eyebrow and examined the pink wand in her hand once more.

He Ange grew increasingly nervous.

“You’d massage me yourself?” Qin Shiyan said, her tone icy as she bit her lip. “You’ve got some nerve, little one. Do you know how many true disciples would kill for such an opportunity? And you think I’d let a new disciple like you take advantage of me?”

“???”

He Ange was completely baffled.

With a sigh, Qin Shiyan decided to let it go. “Fine. I’ll bring you some cultivation techniques as compensation for tonight’s merchandise.”

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“Compensation?” He Ange blinked, confused.

Did his master think the Fairy Wand was an expensive item, and that his reluctance to let her take it was because he didn’t want to give it away for free? Was that why she was offering to compensate him with techniques?

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone about tonight,” Qin Shiyan said, noticing his lingering unease.

In truth, she had come to the black market tonight simply to confirm certain suspicions about He Ange’s identity. She hadn’t intended to punish him.

She wasn’t new to shopping at his store and had a good sense of his character. Now that he was her disciple, as long as he wasn’t doing anything egregiously wrong, she was willing to turn a blind eye to his black market dealings.

Offering compensation was her way of maintaining fairness as his master. Taking something from her disciple without giving anything in return would feel wrong.

Not reporting him to the sect was already a generous gesture. Promising him cultivation techniques on top of that was the best she could do.

He Ange had no choice but to accept.

If his master was willing to offer techniques, how could he refuse?

“Alright, Master. If you really want the Fairy Wand, you can have it,” He Ange said, his face flushed with embarrassment.

Watching her place the wand into her storage ring, He Ange felt like his life was over. He had just given his master such a shameful item...

“It’s getting late. He Ange, I’ll overlook your black market activities, but you’d better not be late for tomorrow’s swordsmanship class,” Qin Shiyan said as she prepared to leave. “If you skip class, I’ll have An Luo Yi personally come to the inner sect to deal with you.”

He Ange nodded vigorously, like a chicken pecking at grain.

…

Qin Shiyan left.

Though He Ange was still anxious, the thought of receiving cultivation techniques from his master lifted his spirits.

As for the Fairy Wand she had taken...

Well, it was a new product, barely known even in Yong’an City’s high society. Most people wouldn’t have a clue what it was.

If his master brought it back to the sect, it shouldn’t cause any problems in the short term.

Eventually, she’d realize it wasn’t particularly useful and would probably stash it away and forget about it.

No harm done!

“Let’s see... It’s almost dawn. I’ll grab some grilled flatbread from the northeast street and head back to the sect for class.”

Today, He Ange was surprisingly motivated.

Back in the outer sect, he often slept until the afternoon, skipping morning self-study sessions entirely. The outer sect was lax, and attendance wasn’t strictly monitored.

But things were different now.

As an inner sect disciple, He Ange couldn’t afford to slack off anymore.

If he didn’t take his studies seriously, Qin Shiyan would use An Luo Yi to threaten him.

Though An Luo Yi was technically just his senior sister, she acted more like a strict parent. If she found out he skipped class, she’d definitely beat him senseless!

She had always been like that—strict with herself and equally strict with He Ange.

…

Shengxu Sect, Inner Sect Women’s Dormitory

At 6:00 a.m., Xia Ranyue was already awake. After having her spiritual energy drained by He Ange two days ago, she had gone to bed early the previous night, falling asleep by 10:00 p.m.

Today, she woke up early because she had received a letter from her subordinates.

“So, they’ve already found something on He Ange?”

Still groggy, Xia Ranyue opened the letter.

Inside were several recordings captured with a Recording Stone. Though the resolution wasn’t great, the images clearly showed a black-clad youth sneaking out of the Shengxu Sect late at night, moving suspiciously.

The final recording showed the youth in a brightly lit shop, holding a wine glass and chatting with several elegantly dressed women.

One of the women even reached out to touch his face, her gestures flirtatious, as if teasing a lover.

Xia Ranyue’s eyes widened, and her drowsiness vanished completely.

Could it be that these women were also his “prey”?

He had just slept with her, and the very next night, he was already “fishing” again?

“He Ange, you—! You shameless scoundrel!”