After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 174 - Moon Sect Witch? This Blame Is Yours to Bear!

While planting the mark on Que Sheng, He Ange had Xuanque extract several secrets from her mind.

For example, partial plans of Wanmo Sect,

The purpose of Que Sheng’s visit to Shengxu Sect,

And the ongoing conflict between Wanmo Sect and Moon Sect.

As for intelligence on the Vermilion Bird clan, He Ange refrained from probing further. Firstly, it was risky, and secondly, he didn’t care what the Vermilion Bird clan was planning.

The illusionary array He Ange set up was specifically designed to uncover the forces behind Li Daoyuan.

Now it was clear—Wanmo Sect was the mastermind.

According to Que Sheng’s information, Wanmo Sect’s plans might have been leaked to the Moon Sect Witch. To prevent her from stealing the treasures, Wanmo Sect had dispatched thirteen Divine Transformation-level demon generals to guard the northern borders. If the witch dared leave the Blood Moon Forbidden Grounds, Wanmo Sect’s leader Dongfang Zhou would personally deal with her.

As for Que Sheng’s mission, she was sent to warn Li Daoyuan about the Moon Sect Witch and inform him of Wanmo Sect’s military movements surrounding the northern ice plains.

At first glance, these details seemed distant.

But in He Ange’s hands, they became tools for manipulation.

Walking through Shengxu Sect’s forbidden grounds, the white-robed youth chuckled coldly:

“After tonight, the Moon Sect Witch won’t be able to shake off this blame.”

Dongfang Zhou of Wanmo Sect already suspected that the Moon Sect Witch had learned of their plans. Dispatching thirteen demon generals to encircle the northern secret realm showed just how wary he was of Mu Yanli.

And now, in Li Daoyuan’s eyes, wasn’t He Ange the junior disciple of the Moon Sect Witch?

Even better—He Ange had captured Que Sheng, who was sent by Wanmo Sect.

This setup was perfect. Li Daoyuan, secluded in Shengxu Sect, had no way of knowing about the animosity between Moon Sect and Wanmo Sect or Dongfang Zhou’s warnings about the Moon Sect Witch.

When He Ange eventually betrayed Li Daoyuan, the elder would undoubtedly curse the Moon Sect Witch first. Dongfang Zhou would believe it too and direct his ire toward her, assuming it was Mu Yanli’s handiwork.

Thinking about it,

He Ange took a deep breath and said meaningfully:

“Que Sheng, did you remember everything I just told you?”

“You... You’re impersonating someone from Moon Sect to sow discord with Wanmo Sect... You’re despicable!”

The red-feathered girl shivered as she listened to He Ange’s instructions. Her golden eyes glared at him with hatred and resentment.

But as her hatred for He Ange grew, the mark on her abdomen began to glow. A wave of tingling electric currents nearly caused her legs to give out.

“W-What’s happening?”

Que Sheng collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily. She felt the mark on her abdomen invading her body, causing cold sweat to break out all over her skin.

Worse yet,

She found herself inexplicably drawn to He Ange’s scent—wanting to be closer to him.

He Ange smiled faintly and patted her head: “I already told you—the mark feeds on your hostility toward me. The more you hate me, insult me, or harbor ill intent against me... The stronger it becomes. It will continue invading your body until you can’t help but submit to me.”

“You—!”

Que Sheng opened her mouth to curse him again but stopped herself as she felt the mark intensify. She forced herself to calm down.

No!

If she continued hating him, she really would become his slave!

She couldn’t let herself despise him anymore!

No matter how cunning or vile he was, she couldn’t hate him—otherwise...

Que Sheng closed her eyes tightly, repeatedly reminding herself not to give in to anger.

Meanwhile,

Watching her struggle to suppress her emotions brought a satisfied smile to He Ange’s face.

The Vermilion Bird clan was known for their fiery tempers and unyielding pride.

And yet?

With just one mark, He Ange had forced Que Sheng into an impossible dilemma. If she continued being hot-tempered, she’d lose her pride and be forced into submission.

But if she didn’t want to submit, she’d have to suppress her temper.

In short, Que Sheng had to give up one of her natural traits.

Clearly,

Between losing her temper and being enslaved, the former was far less severe. Pride could be rebuilt; enslavement was permanent.

Still...

The thought of never being able to hate He Ange left Que Sheng feeling deeply frustrated.

Standing with his hands behind his back,

He Ange said calmly:

“Don’t worry—I’m not a complete monster.”

“This mark doesn’t only grow stronger. If you go long enough without harboring ill will toward me, it will weaken over time and eventually disappear from your abdomen. After that, you can hate me or kill me as you please.”

“R-Really?!”

Que Sheng looked up with surprise and hope in her eyes.

She had been worried that if she returned to her clan and revealed He Ange’s secrets, the mark would immediately consume her body and soul. Even with help from her elders, removing it would be incredibly difficult.

This uncertainty had left her anxious.

But now,

He Ange claimed that if she behaved well, the mark would vanish on its own...

“How long? How long until it disappears?”

Que Sheng grabbed his robe urgently.

Of course she was anxious. If what he said was true, she wouldn’t have to worry about betraying him. She could return home and act like nothing happened—waiting for the mark to fade naturally!

She wouldn’t even need help from her clan elders! This saved her a great deal of potential embarrassment!

“About three months.”

“Alright! Three months—it’s a deal! If there’s no sign of it fading by then, I’ll reveal all your secrets to my clan!”

Que Sheng declared seriously.

He Ange shrugged:

“I’m confident in my promise. But only if you refrain from harboring ill will toward me during that time. And... You’ll need to behave tonight as well. If you lose control of your emotions, there’s a chance the mark could fully enslave you overnight.”

“I’ll help you deceive Li Daoyuan—but don’t you dare lay a finger on me! If you try anything inappropriate, I’ll sacrifice my life just to take you down with me!”

Que Sheng gritted her teeth and issued a stern warning.

As a princess of the Vermilion Bird clan and its chosen successor,

Que Sheng had always guarded her purity. She would rather die than let anyone defile her body—especially someone she didn’t love.

If He Ange dared cross that line,

She wouldn’t hesitate to fight him to the death!

“Heh. What are you thinking?”

“You’re just a little kid—why would I be interested? Not only are you short, but your face doesn’t even compare to my master’s peerless beauty.”

He Ange raised an eyebrow and looked at Que Sheng as if she were an overconfident fool.

“You... You!”

Que Sheng pointed at him with trembling hands, too furious to speak.

Her pale face flushed red with anger and humiliation. Her golden eyes burned with indignation as if she wanted to tear him apart. She was a princess of the Vermilion Bird clan—renowned for her beauty and noble bearing! Aside from being petite, her looks were among the best in the cultivation world!

And yet,

He Ange dismissed her so casually—even calling her a “little kid”?!

“I’m over a hundred years old! You short-lived mortals wouldn’t understand! In our Vermilion Bird clan, I’ve been an adult capable of continuing my lineage for decades!”

She practically shouted in his face.

But He Ange ignored her completely—his gaze shifting downward toward the glowing purple mark on her abdomen.

Immediately,

Que Sheng realized she had lost control again. The tingling electric sensation returned, forcing her to collapse onto the ground once more in discomfort.

“I told you—control your temper.”

He Ange crouched down and patted her shoulder with feigned concern: “If you keep pointing fingers and yelling at me like this, don’t blame me when you end up as my slave tomorrow. We agreed on this beforehand.”

“You... You...”

Que Sheng glared at him with teary golden eyes but didn’t dare say another word.

He Ange pinched her cheek gently—forcing a smile onto her face.

“See? You look much cuter when you smile~”

“You... You dare call me cute?!”

“Just complimenting you.”

“I’ve told you so many times—I’m not a child!!!” Que Sheng nearly exploded with rage.

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But He Ange held her cheeks firmly in place: “There you go again—throwing a tantrum like a child. Life is short; why not smile more often~”

“You! You—!!!”

...

In the end,

Que Sheng broke down into tears once more.

Of course,

He Ange didn’t bother comforting her.

Once she had cried enough,

He Ange checked the time and decided it was time to visit Li Daoyuan again—with Que Sheng in tow.

Although he had spent over ten hours subduing Que Sheng within the illusionary realm (eight of which involved spanking), only half an incense stick’s time had passed in reality. Night still blanketed Shengxu Sect.

This was as good a time as any to pay Li Daoyuan another visit.

Boom!

With another powerful kick,

He Ange shattered Dao Yuan Temple’s door once more.

Even Que Sheng—following behind him—was stunned by his audacity.

As far as she knew,

Li Daoyuan was a Divine Transformation elder—a figure highly respected not just in Wanmo Sect but across all major sects under Dragon Dynasty!

Yet He Ange...

A mere Foundation Establishment disciple of Shengxu Sect,

Dared kick down an elder’s door?!

Even as a prodigy of Wanmo Sect with both strength and status,

Que Sheng wouldn’t dare kick down a senior elder’s door!

Kicking someone’s door was akin to slapping their face!

As Que Sheng stood frozen in shock,

The white-haired elder inside slammed his hand on the table and roared:

“He Ange!”

“Are you addicted to this or what?!”

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