After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 146 - "Loyal Servant Xuanque, Why Arent You Kneeling Yet?!"

“This Fox Clan Sacred Maiden is simply too outrageous!!!”

“Indeed, at this rate, what’s the point of disciples participating in the secret realm trial?”

“The difficulty is absurd! For Core Formation disciples, it’s impossible to obtain the tokens!”

Outside the secret realm, in the classical pavilion, countless sect elders were in an uproar.

The reason was simple: the final stage of the secret realm, Illusion Moon Valley, was far too difficult. Based on the live broadcast, seven or eight teams, totaling hundreds of sect disciples, had attempted the challenge. Yet, after hours of group battles, disciples were either dead or injured, and not a single one had managed to claim one of the three Dragon Dynasty tokens.

According to the Sacred Maiden’s rules, there was only one way to obtain the tokens: fight for them.

That’s right.

The final boss guarding Illusion Moon Valley was none other than the Fox Clan Sacred Maiden herself.

Xia Zhiyue had tied the three tokens to her chest, waist, and ankle with red strings. She sat leisurely on a cherry tree branch, her long legs crossed and swaying. With a casual flick of her fingers and a wave of her nine tails, she swept hundreds of sect disciples out of Illusion Moon Valley as if they were mere trash.

A mid-to-late Divine Transformation stage Fox Clan Sacred Maiden versus Core Formation stage disciples? It wasn’t even a contest. No—calling it a mismatch would be an understatement.

How were the sect disciples supposed to fight her?

Even if thousands of Core Formation disciples teamed up, the Sacred Maiden could dispatch them with a few swipes of her tails, as easily as crushing ants!

And so far,

The live broadcast confirmed this.

The disciples, despite their courage and best techniques, couldn’t even touch the hem of the Sacred Maiden’s skirt. After a few moves, they were either sent flying or forced to their knees, humiliated, bowing under her skirt, unable to even lift their heads. Those who dared meet her gaze were instantly decapitated.

Under Xia Zhiyue’s feet,

The weak didn’t even have the right to look up at her.

“How boring…”

On the cherry tree branch, the Fox Clan Sacred Maiden sighed. She reached for her wine flask, only to find it empty.

With no wine to drink, Xia Zhiyue felt even more disinterested.

She glanced at the battlefield littered with defeated disciples, her irritation growing:

Where was He Ange? Why hadn’t he come to challenge her yet? Could it be that he heard she was in Illusion Moon Valley and was too scared to show up? She had personally taken the field, prepared for their duel, and yet He Ange dared to stand her up, leaving her to waste an entire afternoon playing with these useless nobodies?

Xia Zhiyue took a deep breath.

Given He Ange’s unpredictable nature, it was entirely possible he was deliberately avoiding her to provoke her.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

Unintentionally, she crushed the ceramic wine cup in her hand.

At the same time, the snow-white fox leapt down from the cherry tree branch, her nine tails lashing out like ancient serpents, wreaking havoc across Illusion Moon Valley—

Seeing the fox’s fury, a group of disciples who had been preparing to challenge her fled in terror, not daring to step into the valley.

But even so,

The snow-white tails pursued them, piercing one disciple’s chest and flinging him against a wall like garbage. He collapsed in a pool of blood, unconscious.

The Nine-Tailed Fox’s patience had run out. She began slaughtering indiscriminately to vent her frustration.

When it came to dealing with sect disciples, Xia Zhiyue was hardly more merciful than the Blood Moon Witch, Mu Yanli.

As a Nine-Tailed Bloodline, she embodied the bloodthirsty nature of the Fox Clan’s demon king!

“He Ange, I’ll wait one more hour. If you don’t come to me, I’ll come out and drag you here myself!”

“You’d better not force me to make you kneel and lick the token and bell on my ankle in front of the entire sect broadcast!”

Her tails lashed out, her enchanting eyes filled with fury and humiliation.

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While Xia Zhiyue raged, her Nine-Tailed Bloodline on the verge of eruption,

He Ange and his group had already left the mechanism tunnel.

After traveling ten miles, under Jue Wuqing’s lead, they arrived at a fork in the road.

At the fork stood a small cherry tree with a signpost hanging from it.

Jue Wuqing stepped forward, enthusiastically explaining to the group—

The left path led directly to Illusion Moon Valley.

The right path was an unmarked, unknown route.

Upon seeing the signpost labeled “Illusion Moon Valley,” the sect disciples were ecstatic.

They had been delayed by mechanisms and beasts for too long and were likely far behind the other hunter teams. Now, they were eager to rush down the left path to Illusion Moon Valley.

The Fox Clan Sacred Maiden had said there were only three tokens in Illusion Moon Valley, first come, first served. Whoever got them would keep them!

In such a situation, it was clear that whoever reached the valley first had the best chance!

Seeing the disciples scramble for the left path, the white-robed youth’s loud question suddenly brought them to a halt—

“Senior Wuqing, are you going the wrong way?”

“The left path leads to Illusion Moon Valley. Why are you heading right?”

He Ange’s voice was loud, drawing everyone’s attention to Jue Wuqing, who was indeed standing on the right path.

Jue Wuqing turned back, meeting the group’s gaze, the atmosphere growing awkward.

At that moment, suspicion spread among the group:

“Brother Wuqing, you told us to go to Illusion Moon Valley for the tokens, but why aren’t you going there yourself?”

“Do you not care about the tokens, Brother Wuqing?”

Duan Zixuan led the questioning, his sharp gaze accusing Jue Wuqing like a criminal.

Meanwhile, Jue Wuqing, under the group’s scrutiny, glared at He Ange, who had exposed him. Taking several deep breaths, he forced a polite smile:

“I’m worried about others coming to Illusion Moon Valley to compete with you. I’ll take the right path to block them.”

“Jue Wuqing, do you even believe your own words?”

Duan Zixuan sneered, his disdain echoed by the other elite disciples.

Rather than rushing for the tokens, they were more concerned about Jue Wuqing sneaking off for his own gain.

This was the effect of internal competition.

They’d rather forgo the tokens than let Jue Wuqing enjoy any secret benefits.

Based on his knowledge of Jue Wuqing, Duan Zixuan suspected the right path held something more valuable than the three tokens.

Perhaps it led to an ancient inheritance hidden in the Cherry Sea Secret Realm!

Thinking this,

Duan Zixuan’s sharp gaze grew even more suspicious. He recalled the Fox Clan Sacred Maiden’s earlier announcement: aside from the three tokens, all treasures and inheritances in the secret realm were up for grabs, with no limits.

In other words…

The tokens were just a distraction?

And Jue Wuqing, knowing the inside story, understood where the real treasures lay.

“Jue Wuqing, if He Ange hadn’t spoken up, we might have been tricked into fighting over the tokens in Illusion Moon Valley!”

“This right path must lead to treasures far more valuable than the tokens!”

“We’ve fought alongside you through hardships, and now you want to deceive us and take everything for yourself? How heartless!”

The group accused Jue Wuqing, their faces filled with greed.

If the tokens were the ultimate reward, Jue Wuqing would deserve their gratitude for leading them to Illusion Moon Valley.

But now, realizing Jue Wuqing had hidden better rewards, they turned on him, ready to fight.

For a moment,

Jue Wuqing was surrounded by hostility, silently cursing them as shameless.

They had agreed to work together for the tokens, promising gratitude if he led them to Illusion Moon Valley.

But now?

Now they refused to let him have his own secrets, demanding to follow him everywhere.

How disgusting!

And He Ange, that little bastard, wasn’t even interested in the tokens. Instead, he kept exposing Jue Wuqing.

Even worse…

He Ange had loudly called out Jue Wuqing’s attempt to sneak away!

Jue Wuqing cursed inwardly, his mood plummeting.

After a long silence,

Jue Wuqing forced a bright smile:

“Alright, I admit it. I know of another treasure… If you’re willing to follow me, we can share the inheritance fifty-fifty.”

He spoke earnestly.

Duan Zixuan and the others exchanged glances, weighing their options before agreeing.

“Very well! It seems we were right about you, Brother Wuqing. Your willingness to share such treasures is truly admirable!”

“Let’s put the past behind us and work together again!”

They flipped sides as easily as turning a page, shamelessly grinning.

Jue Wuqing memorized their faces, his heart filled with murderous intent.

If they were so eager to die, he’d gladly lead them to the Abyssal Hall. Once he subdued Xuanque, he’d have her kill Duan Zixuan first!

If they wanted death, so be it.

Walking down the right path, Jue Wuqing’s smile hid a dagger.

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After following Jue Wuqing for less than five miles,

They arrived at the grand Abyssal Hall at the secret realm’s end.

Standing before the hall’s massive doors, the group shivered, awed by the ancient relic’s majesty.

Duan Zixuan and the others were ecstatic.

Such a grand relic likely held ancient inheritances. For Core Formation disciples, even Nascent Soul cultivators, obtaining an inheritance or treasure here would be life-changing!

“See? I wasn’t lying.”

Jue Wuqing sneered, his greed evident.

He knew the hall’s treasures were priceless, but he also knew it housed a peak Divine Transformation guardian deity. Once inside, they’d be ensnared by its illusions.

But…

That wasn’t a problem.

Jue Wuqing carried an ancient relic tainted with abyssal energy.

This relic, though weak in combat, had two crucial uses for Jue Wuqing:

First, its abyssal energy shielded him from the hall’s illusions, allowing him to reach Xuanque.

Second, it lent credibility to his claim of being the Abyssal Phoenix’s emissary.

Once he met Xuanque, he’d present the relic as proof of his identity, claiming to be the Abyssal Phoenix’s messenger with a mission for her.

With this plan, Xuanque, that naive girl, would surely be fooled into kneeling before him!

Excited, Jue Wuqing stepped into the hall’s illusion barrier.

The others followed cautiously.

Inside, they stuck close to Jue Wuqing, afraid to trigger traps in the eerie hall.

Jue Wuqing glanced back, smirking at their fear.

Fools!

As a reborn, Jue Wuqing knew this hall intimately, having been chased through it by Xuanque in his past life. He remembered every corridor and room.

In his past life, Xuanque had beaten him mercilessly, leaving deep scars.

This time, he’d make her kneel before him!

Finally,

Jue Wuqing reached the hall’s grand doors. Taking a deep breath, he pushed them open.

The group followed him down the red carpet.

At the hall’s end, they saw a massive mural of a hundred birds paying homage to a phoenix.

Beneath the mural, on a throne, sat a petite girl with green-red hair, her crimson eyes glowing ominously.

In an instant, the guardian deity’s Divine Transformation aura filled the hall, its abyssal energy suffocating, forcing the group to their knees in terror.

“What terrifying abyssal energy?!”

“A Divine Transformation guardian deity?!”

“No… this isn’t just a boss… this is a guardian god!”

“A guardian god?!”

The group trembled, regretting their choices.

Duan Zixuan stepped back in fear, while weaker disciples collapsed, bowing to the throne.

Seeing them kneel,

“Tch, scared already?”

Jue Wuqing sneered, mocking their cowardice.

Turning to the throne, his excitement grew. He approached Xuanque, ready to claim his prize.

Facing her oppressive gaze, Jue Wuqing mustered his courage.

Raising the abyssal relic, he declared:

“I am the Abyssal Phoenix’s emissary! I come to the Cherry Sea Secret Realm on her orders!”

“Loyal servant Xuanque, why aren’t you kneeling?!”

His words silenced the hall.

The group stared in disbelief, terrified by his audacity.

Jue Wuqing basked in their shock, relishing his moment of triumph.

Finally,

The girl on the throne reacted.

Her voice was elegant, curious.

She stopped swinging her legs, her pale toes curling slightly.

Resting her chin on her hand, her crimson eyes narrowed—

“Did you just call my beloved Divine Phoenix… the ‘Abyssal Phoenix’?”

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