After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 140 - "Forget It, You Play Amongst Yourselves"

“Heh, do you think having a public projection will make sect disciples cooperate?”

In the plaza at the entrance of the secret realm, Jue Wuqing stood with his arms crossed, a look of disdain on his face.

Meanwhile, the sect disciples around him gathered, discussing their concerns that if they followed the original plan to slaughter disciples from other sects, the elders might see it, leading to negative consequences.

“What are you afraid of? As long as we’re not too obvious, we can take out a group whenever we encounter one. If no one challenges us, so be it.”

Jue Wuqing spoke calmly, appearing confident and unperturbed.

He was still planning his strategy involving Xuanque. With Xuanque’s powerful illusion abilities, disabling the Fox Clan Sacred Maiden’s surveillance would be effortless. The secret realm would return to a dark forest, allowing Jue Wuqing to act as he pleased.

While Jue Wuqing and his group discussed tactics,

A white-robed youth approached from behind, placing a hand on Jue Wuqing’s shoulder—

“Senior Wuqing, does our agreement from yesterday still stand?”

“?!!”

The sudden voice nearly startled Jue Wuqing out of his thoughts.

He turned to see the white-robed youth he had met in the grove, now accompanied by three others.

And…

Among them, the two young women were quite striking, especially the cherry-white girl beside He Ange. Jue Wuqing found it hard to look away from her enchanting eyes.

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A natural charm, perhaps.

“Oh, isn’t this Brother Ange? You’ve arrived!”

Jue Wuqing greeted warmly, quickly putting on a friendly face.

How could he not be friendly?

The secret realm hadn’t even opened yet, and the silver-haired fairy in the golden dragon robe was watching from the pavilion. At this moment, Jue Wuqing didn’t dare turn against He Ange.

Stupid kid…

If it weren’t for your senior sister, I’d have silenced you already.

Inwardly, Jue Wuqing cursed He Ange a few more times.

Meanwhile, Xia Ranyue raised an eyebrow, casting a disdainful glance at Jue Wuqing, her lips pouting, as if she couldn’t bear to look at trash.

However, since He Ange had taken the initiative to team up with these sect disciples, Xia Ranyue reluctantly tolerated it. Normally, she wouldn’t team up with someone who seemed so untrustworthy…

Unless she was truly hungry.

“Senior Wuqing, I have a few fellow disciples here. They’re quite capable. I wonder… would you welcome us to team up?”

He Ange spoke with a smile.

Meanwhile, the sect disciples scrutinized them. Most were higher-ranked male disciples, and upon seeing the two petite girls, their first reaction was disdain. In most sects, female disciples generally had lower cultivation levels than their male counterparts.

Moreover, the cherry-white girl appeared to be only at the Foundation Establishment stage, and the green-robed girl, though at the Core Formation stage, seemed timid and likely at the bottom of her class.

Briefly, the crowd murmured.

Many of them had been recruited by Jue Wuqing later on, and not all knew He Ange was An Luo Yi’s junior brother. To them, Jue Wuqing’s team consisted of elite disciples from various sects, and accepting these seemingly weak girls would lower their status.

Seeing someone about to refuse,

Jue Wuqing quickly interjected—

“Of course, Brother Ange’s friends are more than welcome!”

His words silenced most objections.

However, among the crowd, someone still refused to give Jue Wuqing face, speaking bluntly.

A tall, ponytailed youth stepped forward from the Heavenly Sword Sect.

He raised an eyebrow, displeased, holding a sharp sword:

“Senior Wuqing, we are all ambitious individuals from various sects, aiming for certification to serve the Dragon Dynasty Empress… But when did our determined team start accepting small fry from the Shengxu Sect?”

Duan Zixuan spoke coldly.

He looked at He Ange and his group, his sword-like brows furrowing with hostility.

He was the Taiyuan Saint Son of the Heavenly Sword Sect, just over twenty years old, already at the peak of Core Formation, nearly on par with Jue Wuqing among his peers.

Duan Zixuan’s thoughts were straightforward.

His brother was a celestial servant of the Dragon Dynasty, his grandfather a celestial minister, and his late great-great-grandfather one of the founding sword immortals under the Dragon Dynasty Empress…

Raised with an elite mindset, Duan Zixuan believed the world was about pure interests, not human relationships.

He joined Jue Wuqing’s team because it had the highest overall combat power, offering the best chance of conquering the secret realm.

But now…

Such a top-tier team was accepting some country bumpkins?

This would lower Duan Zixuan’s chances of success.

In the face of his interests, he didn’t care about Jue Wuqing’s reputation as a chosen one. He spoke his mind.

“Saint Son, that youth’s senior sister is…”

A few juniors tried to explain.

But after hearing them, Duan Zixuan’s disdain only grew: “Does anyone really think having connections in the Dragon Dynasty is impressive? My brother is a fourth-rank celestial servant, my uncle a second-rank celestial general, and my grandfather at least a quasi-first-rank celestial minister…”

The youth spoke arrogantly.

He raised an eyebrow, looking at He Ange with disdain.

Duan Zixuan, though from a celestial minister family, despised being praised for his lineage. He relied solely on his strength for cultivation, valuing power above all.

As for family background?

He disdained using it and looked down on those who relied on power for cultivation.

“What?”

With a cold laugh, Duan Zixuan shrugged: “I have this background, but did I say anything? In this secret realm, it’s all about personal strength! Without it, what good is family? Can your third-rank celestial servant sister break in to save you? Ridiculous!”

Now, Duan Zixuan completely dismissed He Ange as a ‘connection leech.’

After all, Duan Zixuan despised such people.

Meanwhile,

He Ange’s expression cooled, but he didn’t hold a grudge against Duan Zixuan. He Ange felt a bit helpless and humiliated.

Setting aside the insults, the Taiyuan Saint Son wasn’t wrong.

People relying on connections and family were indeed annoying…

But being insulted like this was frustrating for He Ange.

If it weren’t for his interest in Jue Wuqing’s reborn memories, He Ange wouldn’t have come here to be humiliated.

He had no desire to team up with these elites.

Had he known he’d be insulted, he wouldn’t have brought Xia Ranyue and the others…

But considering the situation, He Ange had no choice. The secret realm’s trend was that Jue Wuqing had monopolized all the elite disciples. Their team was overwhelmingly strong and undoubtedly the safest in the secret realm.

If He Ange didn’t bring Xia Ranyue and the others along, he wouldn’t feel comfortable with them wandering the secret realm alone. They might encounter Jue Wuqing’s ‘hunter teams’ and be killed for their treasures.

Then, a dozen Core Formation disciples encountering a nine-tailed red fox would likely treat Xia Ranyue as a rare secret realm beast, competing to capture her…

Maybe her sister Xia Zhiyue could handle it, but He Ange couldn’t rest easy.

The memory of the cherry-white girl being chased to tears by Bai Zihua in Yong’an Village was still fresh in He Ange’s mind. How could he let his future little spirit fox be bullied again?

He had no choice.

He Ange was spread thin.

But that didn’t mean he was shameless.

If Jue Wuqing’s team genuinely didn’t welcome them, He Ange would leave with his group. He had no interest in forcing his way in. There were plenty of opportunities to kill Jue Wuqing in the secret realm. Teaming up with Jue Wuqing was just a convenient way for He Ange to backstab him.

If necessary,

He Ange could charge in with Xuanque and Bai Zihua, and in front of thirty or forty sect disciples, take down Jue Wuqing.

Thinking this,

He Ange closed his eyes, sighing:

“Since the Taiyuan Saint Son is so opposed, I’ll find another path.”

Seeing He Ange about to leave in disappointment,

Jue Wuqing panicked.

He wasn’t as simple-minded as Duan Zixuan. Jue Wuqing planned to use He Ange to threaten the chosen one An Luo Yi!

He couldn’t let He Ange slip away!

“Wait, wait! Brother Ange, hold on! Let me talk to them, don’t leave!”

Jue Wuqing hurriedly stopped He Ange, speaking kindly.

Meanwhile,

He rushed to the furious Taiyuan Saint Son, whispering:

“Saint Son, don’t you think…”

“In the secret realm, we’ll need some decoys to draw the monsters’ attention?”

“Oh?”

Hearing this, Duan Zixuan’s eyes shifted from disdain to confusion, then hesitation, finally clearing.

Hey.

Come to think of it, that’s true.

Though these Shengxu Sect bumpkins seemed useless, even trash had its uses… At least they were living humans, capable of diverting monster aggro and triggering most of the secret realm’s traps.

In this regard, they had some value.

And that value was enough for Duan Zixuan to bring these burdens into the secret realm!

Heh…

Seems I was foolish earlier.

Indeed, only a chosen one like Jue Wuqing, relying on strength and intellect, could earn Duan Zixuan’s admiration and respect.

Thinking this, the Taiyuan Saint Son’s lips curled.

“Very well, as long as you don’t hold us back, you can follow and pick up scraps…”

He spoke coldly, looking at He Ange and his group with disdain.

Meanwhile, Jue Wuqing also smirked.

But they didn’t expect,

The white-robed youth simply glanced back coldly:

“You play amongst yourselves, I don’t want to join.”

Jue Wuqing: ?