After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 188 - Hehe~ Master’s Cheeks Are So Soft~ 2

As the saying goes, “In dreams, one speaks the truth.”

This certainly applied to He Ange, revealing just how he truly regarded his master in his heart.

For a moment, not only did Feng Yuan’s expression freeze, but even the abyssal apostles at the Nirvana Altar were taken aback. They wanted to laugh but felt a chill down their spines, not daring to.

“This rebellious disciple...”

Feng Yuan knew her dignity had been compromised.

Her cold, beautiful face turned slightly red, her soft murmur filled with resentment and shame.

Normally, Feng Yuan showed little emotion, but around He Ange, her expressions became quite varied: sometimes annoyed, sometimes approving; sometimes angry, sometimes understanding; sometimes disdainful, sometimes affectionate...

And now, without a doubt, she was both embarrassed and furious.

“——Get up this instant!”

The young girl bit her lip, her voice laced with anger.

At the same time,

She lifted her phoenix-footed jade slipper and stomped on the sleeping youth’s face.

The force was so immense that it drove his head an inch into the ground, cracking the entire Nirvana Altar! The ancient abyssal hall shook violently!

Feng Yuan had thought delaying He Ange’s resurrection for seven days would be a torturous punishment.

But she hadn’t expected him to sleep so soundly, even daring to disrespect her in his dreams!

As the ruler of the abyss and leader of all birds, even the True Dragon Empress showed her respect. No one dared to mock Feng Yuan to her face...

Now,

When had she ever been humiliated like this?

“Master?”

He Ange woke up from his dream but found his face pinned under Feng Yuan’s jade slipper. The oppressive force made it impossible for him to lift his head.

He was utterly confused—unsure what he had done wrong to deserve such treatment upon resurrection.

“I’m sorry! I’m truly sorry! Please forgive me, Master!”

Years of experience in dealing with An Luo Yi’s anger had taught He Ange to apologize immediately.

But Feng Yuan ignored him.

She kept him pinned underfoot, biting her lip, her phoenix eyes burning with unrelenting fury.

Some jokes could be made in private—as long as Feng Yuan didn’t hear them, she didn’t care.

But face-to-face,

Even semi-divines like Crane Yan and Yuan Yi wouldn’t dare mock her divine phoenix authority. It was akin to never addressing your grandfather as an equal no matter how close you were.

Finally,

Feng Yuan calmed down.

She eased the pressure from her jade slipper, closing her phoenix eyes as she spoke coldly:

“What did you do wrong?”

“Uh...” He Ange hesitated.

“——?”

Instantly,

Feng Yuan’s anger flared again—biting her lip as she increased the pressure once more—cracking the ground beneath them.

But He Ange looked genuinely innocent—he had no idea what he had done wrong.

He had just woken up to find Feng Yuan extremely angry...

This was the first time he had seen her so furious—directly stomping on his face.

It was an unprecedented form of punishment.

In the past,

Feng Yuan had gotten angry at He Yan and Yuan Yi but usually used divine power to make them kneel or telekinetically slam them into walls—rarely resorting to physical violence.

“What were you dreaming about?”

Feng Yuan demanded coldly.

He Ange felt a chill down his spine—forcing a polite smile: “Master, isn’t it inappropriate to pry into someone’s privacy...”

“You said it yourself in your sleep.”

“Oh... I see...”

He Ange felt embarrassed.

But it wasn’t his fault! In soul form, one constantly dreams. The reason he dreamt of Feng Yuan was because she kept holding his soul in her hands—bathed in abyssal phoenix qi—naturally making him think of her...

Otherwise,

He would have been dreaming about teasing his senior sister.

“If you dare again,

I’ll throw you into the Abyssal Prison—making your life a living hell for eternity.”

Her cold voice held no trace of mercy.

She meant it.

Disrespect wouldn’t be tolerated—Feng Yuan wasn’t someone He Ange could joke with. She was his master, owner, and phoenix blood ancestor.

“I understand, Master!”

He Ange shivered—filled with both fear and reverence—feeling slightly wronged.

Usually,

Feng Yuan was very easygoing—rarely asserting authority over her followers. But today’s events had pushed her to the limit—forcing her to unleash unprecedented coldness on He Ange.

His sleep-talking was just a trigger—

The real reason for Feng Yuan’s anger was that He Ange had died once during this mission.

She couldn’t show him any kindness—if he got used to being resurrected, who knew if he’d become a frequent guest in Tun Peng’s stomach?

If He Ange casually threw his life away,

Feng Yuan couldn’t bear it.

Perhaps He Ange wasn’t afraid of death—but Feng Yuan was. Her heart ached every time one of her apostles died—a psychological trauma from losing her sister long ago.

She’d rather be imprisoned in the abyss forever than lose anyone else.

That’s why she sent her two strongest apostles to support He Ange during this mission—

He Yan and Yuan Yi—one with peak individual combat power and the other commanding thousands of puppets. Together, they could sweep through Shengxu Sect all the way to the Dragon Empress’s palace without issue.

Yet,

Despite such unparalleled support,

He Ange still managed to die.

How could Feng Yuan not be furious?

No matter how powerful she was,

She couldn’t handle her disciple courting death.

“Get up.”

Looking at the repentant youth,

Feng Yuan finally moved her delicate phoenix-footed jade slipper away.

Freed from the pressure,

He Ange stood up—

But as he straightened his nearly six-foot frame,

A shadow fell over Feng Yuan’s small face—

He towered over her by a full head.

“......”

Feng Yuan looked up at He Ange—her cold eyes filled with impatience and frustration—

Sensing this,

He Ange quickly knelt on one knee—showing his awareness.

With a cold snort,

Feng Yuan stepped forward—raising a jade hand to gently caress his face—her emerald phoenix eyes reflecting both pity and helplessness—

She lifted his chin—forcing him to meet her gaze—as she spoke icily:

“He Ange,

Your dream transgression is forgiven—but let it not happen again.”

“But there’s another matter I must warn you about.”

“He Ange,

Remember this well—

Your life is mine to give.”

“If I don’t allow you to die—you have no right to die!”

Her tone started gentle but ended with an icy finality—exuding the authority of a phoenix empress—

Her ethereal voice echoed like thunder in He Ange’s ears—leaving no room for dissent—

He never expected that faking his death would provoke such wrath from Feng Yuan...

She had never been this harsh before—let alone issuing threats like now—

“Rebellious disciple,

Do you understand?”

She gripped his cheeks tightly—her eyes burning with frustration—

Finally,

Seeing his nod of acknowledgment,

Feng Yuan released him—

Turning away to catch her breath—

After some time,

She turned back—ready to speak—but was stunned by his radiant smile—

In He Ange’s hands was an ancient scroll—a key to Feng Yuan’s freedom and liberation from the abyss!

“Master,

This is the ancient scroll you asked me to retrieve.”

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He Ange spoke with a touch of sadness—lowering his gaze with a bitter smile:

“I intended to hide it within my soul essence—and bring it back safely through death and rebirth... But I didn’t realize how much you valued my worthless life—it’s an honor to be cared for by you.”

“If this scroll pleases you—I hope you won’t be angry anymore...”

“I’ve learned my lesson—I’ll cherish myself more so you won’t worry.”

His words were sincere yet tinged with disappointment—as if bringing home a perfect test score only to be scolded by parents—

“......!”

Feng Yuan’s heart trembled—

She wanted to scold him further but couldn’t after hearing his heartfelt words—

He had risked everything—hiding the treasure within his soul essence—to bring back this ancient scroll for her...

What more could she ask?

Should she demand an apology? Continue blaming him?

Despite his recklessness,

He died for her sake—a genuine act of goodwill—

This realization softened Feng Yuan’s heart—filling it with mixed emotions—

Ultimately,

She accepted the ancient scroll from him—

Opening it before her eyes—

A bitter smile crossed her cold face—

“Stand up straight.”

She commanded softly—

Under her gaze,

He Ange stood nervously—

He had grown taller—requiring her to look up at a thirty-degree angle to meet his eyes—

Stepping forward,

Feng Yuan’s emerald wings unfurled behind her—lifting her gracefully into the air—circling around him like a dancing butterfly—

As He Ange watched mesmerized by her phoenix dance,

A pair of delicate hands cupped his cheeks from behind—

Accompanied by the scent of phoenix qi—

Hovering behind him,

Feng Yuan leaned close—breathing softly into his ear—

Then,

A small smile formed on her lips:

“Silly disciple...”

“This scroll isn’t worth your life.” (tln : omg, Feng yuan is so adorable)

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Dragon Dynasty – Council Hall

An elderly celestial minister holding a memorial stepped forward—kneeling before the Empress with sincere severity:

“Your Majesty,

The battle at Zongshan Plains was suspicious—I propose issuing an imperial decree to arrest Destined Heroine An Luo Yi—imprisoning her in Heaven’s Prison—and using soul-searching techniques to uncover the truth!”

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