After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 187 - Hehe~ Master’s Cheeks Are So Soft~

Upon learning of He Ange’s death, Qin Shiyan did not show An Luo Yi any kindness.

To be honest, she was deeply disappointed.

As a celestial minister of Dragon Dynasty, Qin Shiyan was still human—she had her biases. After all, she had spent half a year nurturing her obedient disciple, only for An Luo Yi to kill him with a single strike...

Anyone would find that absurd.

Qin Shiyan understood that He Ange had betrayed them first and deserved punishment. According to Dragon Dynasty’s laws, his death was justified.

But that wasn’t what truly angered her.

What she couldn’t accept was how heartless An Luo Yi had been. Even if He Ange had committed grave sins, he wasn’t just An Luo Yi’s Dao companion and junior brother—he was also Qin Shiyan’s disciple!

What right did An Luo Yi have to kill him so decisively?

A teacher is like a parent for life. Without consulting Qin Shiyan, without any trial or judgment from Dragon Dynasty’s court, An Luo Yi had executed He Ange on the spot.

When Qin Shiyan questioned her—demanding to know how she could do such a thing—An Luo Yi didn’t answer. She simply knelt before her, soulless and numb.

This only made Qin Shiyan angrier.

She refused to believe that An Luo Yi, a “Destined Heroine” with cultivation two realms higher than He Ange, couldn’t have subdued him without killing him.

A traitor deserves death—but only after a proper trial and an execution order from the Empress herself.

An Luo Yi hadn’t even given He Ange a chance to speak or defend himself!

Frankly, it was hard for Qin Shiyan not to suspect “silencing” as the motive. But she didn’t dare pursue this line of thought further—it was too terrifying and conspiratorial.

For days, Qin Shiyan couldn’t sleep.

She hadn’t even seen He Ange one last time before his death—his body turned to ash under An Luo Yi’s sword.

The only information left behind was He Ange’s connection to the northern Moon Sect. According to Li Daoyuan, his true manipulator was the Blood Moon Witch...

This claim wasn’t baseless.

After He Ange’s death, the second-rank Dragon General leading the pursuit encountered the Blood Moon Witch herself at the northern border. Though the general managed to injure her severely, he was killed in the process. The battle ended with both sides retreating as Moon Sect disciples arrived to protect their leader.

Many surviving celestial servants who escaped from the Blood Moon Witch were convinced Moon Sect orchestrated everything...

This intelligence solidified Moon Sect’s guilt.

“But...”

“Why would Mu Yanli, that cursed being, have any connection to He Ange?”

“Could it be from years ago during the northern secret realm trials...”

“Timeline-wise, Mu Yanli was indeed being hunted by Moon Sect’s leader back then. She fled to the northern secret realm, gained some opportunity, and used forbidden techniques to massacre Moon Sect—eventually becoming their leader...”

“Could Mu Yanli’s opportunity be related to He Ange?”

“No... this information is too messy.”

Rubbing her temples,

The dragon-robed celestial maiden leaned back—exhausted in both body and mind.

Back when Qin Shiyan accepted He Ange as her disciple, it was mainly to plant an informant in the black market and monitor this suspicious outer disciple—nothing more.

But He Ange turned out to be so likable that Qin Shiyan couldn’t help but treat him well—investing resources and nurturing him alongside An Luo Yi as future pillars of Dragon Dynasty.

And now,

Before her efforts even bore fruit,

He Ange had given her the biggest shock of all.

As for An Luo Yi—the “Destined Heroine”—she had been equally disappointing...

An Luo Yi was stubborn and closed-off—never sharing her thoughts with anyone. Qin Shiyan couldn’t even bring herself to scold her properly.

“Sigh... Xu Xin is so much less troublesome.”

“But...”

“With Ange executed as a traitor, how can I face Xu Xin?”

Qin Shiyan sighed deeply.

Meanwhile,

Outside Poetry Cloud Hall, several celestial servants entered with an imperial decree—

“Minister Qin, Her Majesty has called a meeting. You are summoned along with other ministers and surviving celestial servants to report on this matter.”

...

...

Northern Secret Realm

Beneath the Abyss – Nirvana Altar

Today marked the seventh day since He Ange’s death—a traditional “head-seven.”

According to Huaxia folklore, a soul returns home on the seventh day after death—a time when yin energy is strongest, suitable for ghost rituals...

Of course,

The Evil Phoenix Sect had no such tradition.

Feng Yuan chose this day for the resurrection ritual simply because she had spent the past seven days holding He Ange’s soul in her hands—using it as a stress-relief toy.

Feng Yuan knew He Ange had faked his death—counting on her to resurrect him. But she deliberately delayed it—just to mess with him!

Today,

Feng Yuan finally grew bored.

She figured He Ange must be anxious by now—regretting his decision to abandon his body so easily.

So,

In a surprisingly good mood,

Feng Yuan decided to restore his body.

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The mental punishment had been sufficient—it was time for some physical discipline.

Atop the Nirvana Staircase,

Feng Yuan dressed more formally than usual—a jade-green gown, her hair tied up with a golden phoenix pin, her shoulders draped in countless phoenix feathers. Her icy face exuded divine beauty—detached from worldly concerns.

She ascended gracefully,

Stopping before a massive abyssal pelican with a hooked beak.

“Tun Peng, are you ready?”

Feng Yuan asked softly—lowering her gaze.

The abyssal pelican nodded,

Responding in a slightly mechanical female voice:

“Just waiting for you to infuse the soul...”

“Leave part of the essence intact—for future resurrections.”

“Understood.”

Tun Peng nodded again.

Meanwhile,

Feng Yuan cradled He Ange’s soul in her hands—staring at it for a long time before reluctantly raising it above her head for the pelican to swallow whole.

“Begin,” she commanded coldly.

“Yes.”

A deep gurgling sound emanated from Tun Peng’s stomach—like a blender running at full speed.

Feng Yuan frowned slightly at the noise but remained composed—placing her hand on Tun Peng’s belly to infuse it with phoenix qi.

Her phoenix eyes closed as she patiently channeled energy.

After some time—

Gagging noises...

Tun Peng began regurgitating—

Feng Yuan stepped back,

Waiting at the altar.

Finally,

The massive bird tilted its head back—spitting out a flawless body—a handsome youth covered in some sticky substance.

Thud!

The naked youth fell from above—landing face-up at Feng Yuan’s feet—right beneath her jade-green gown and delicate phoenix feet.

Yet,

He seemed blissfully unaware—

Sound asleep and oblivious to the icy gaze above him.

“Hehehe~”

“So soft~ I want to cuddle~”

The youth murmured dreamily—clearly enjoying himself despite having just died once—

Ding!

Feng Yuan stared at the sleep-talking fool with narrowed eyes—her cold face tinged with disdain and exasperation—

But she didn’t wake him up—

Instead raising an eyebrow as if trying to figure out what he was dreaming about—

Soon enough,

A faint blush appeared on Feng Yuan’s icy face—

“Hehe~”

“Master’s cheeks are so soft~”