After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 46 - Would You Draw Your Sword for a Fox Demon? Is It Worth It?

The middle-aged man wasn’t fat, but he was certainly well-built, with sharp, piercing eyes that sent chills down one’s spine.

From the moment Xia Ranyue saw him, she felt a visceral disgust.

As he approached her, her once gentle eyes turned cold with loathing. By the time he spoke, her heart had sunk to the depths of revulsion.

“How much for this beautiful fox girl? A few thousand taels, perhaps?”

What a disgusting human...

She wanted to kick him in his smug face.

Her expression turned icy, her brow furrowing as she suppressed the anger welling up inside her. She felt an overwhelming urge to punch this man’s head off.

But before Xia Ranyue could voice her refusal, the nobleman reached out from under his fur coat, his greedy eyes fixed on her face.

Was he really going to grope her?

She couldn’t stand it any longer.

Clenching her fists behind her back, she prepared to unleash her demonic energy. If he dared touch her, she would smash his head in, literally.

But just as she was about to act, a hand interposed itself between her and the man’s outstretched arm.

“This gentleman must be joking. Our shop’s mascot is not for sale,” He Ange said, smiling politely.

But beneath the surface, he was gripping the man’s wrist so tightly that it creaked and ached.

The man didn’t cry out in pain, but he turned to look at the seemingly friendly young man with a cold, calculating gaze.

After a moment, he spoke coldly, “Boy, you seem smart. You should know how to weigh the pros and cons.”

“Indeed. But I find that protecting my fox demon sister is more valuable than appeasing an unknown customer,” He Ange replied, still smiling.

This time, his smile carried a hint of disdain.

The man had hoped to intimidate He Ange with his official status, but to He Ange, he was just another noble. In this day and age, who hadn’t dealt with officials before?

“My name is Cao Dao. If you don’t know me, it means you’re still a novice in the black market,” the man said coldly.

He tried to pull his hand back, but found it firmly held in place. Despite his efforts, he couldn’t break free.

He Ange sighed, “Not knowing you just means your influence here isn’t that significant.”

The man’s face turned green with anger. The other customers, noticing the commotion, began to murmur and laugh at the noble’s expense.

In the black market, social hierarchies were left at the door. People laughed freely, enjoying the sight of a pompous official being humiliated.

Cao Dao understood the rules of the underground world. Respect was earned through strength, not titles.

Realizing he needed to assert his dominance, Cao Dao sneered and muttered an incantation, releasing the seal on his demonic energy.

A powerful wave of dark energy erupted from him, causing the crowd to step back, though they continued to watch with interest.

In the shop, Xia Ranyue felt a surge of dread as she sensed the man’s demonic energy. It was old and malicious, indicating a cultivation level at least at the late Foundation Establishment stage.

But what shocked her more was the familiarity of this energy...

Years ago, this same man, calling himself Cao Dao, had led a group of rogue cultivators into the Fox Clan’s territory, committing atrocities and capturing young fox demons.

In essence, he was a human trafficker. During the Fox Clan’s weaker years, many young foxes had been kidnapped, sold, and enslaved by humans, becoming pets for the Dragon Dynasty’s nobility.

Xia Ranyue had narrowly escaped becoming one of his victims.

She had come to the black market hoping to find and punish those responsible for the Fox Clan’s suffering. She hadn’t expected to encounter one of them so soon.

And now, this trafficker had revealed himself.

The irony of a demonic cultivator posing as a respected official in Yong’an City was not lost on her.

Filled with righteous fury, Xia Ranyue discreetly drew a poisoned dagger from beneath her skirt, ready to avenge her clan’s blood debt.

But as her anger peaked, she noticed something strange.

The white-robed boy standing in front of her seemed to radiate even more intense killing intent than her own.

He was more ruthless and efficient.

Because he had already drawn his sword.

“Causing trouble?” He Ange asked, summoning his Silver Phoenix Sword. Dark energy swirled around him, transforming his clear eyes into cold, menacing orbs.

Tonight, the Silver Phoenix Sword was different. Its blade was black and red, shrouded in a sinister aura. It looked more like a demonic phoenix than a silver one.

The demonic energy coating the sword was a product of He Ange’s experiments with Moon Sect techniques.

When dealing with outsiders, he couldn’t reveal his true identity. But when he needed to fight, he adopted the guise of a demonic cultivator.

When in doubt, claim to be a demonic cultivator. It diverted suspicion and shifted the blame.

“That energy... Could it be from the Moon Sect?” Cao Dao muttered, feeling the pressure mount.

The Moon Sect, once a minor demonic cult in the northern snowy regions, had risen to prominence after one of its witches ascended to the Nascent Soul stage. It had become a respected name in the demonic world.

Cao Dao had dealt with the Moon Sect before. Its members were known for their ethereal beauty and cunning. He Ange’s appearance and demeanor fit the profile perfectly.

Better to assume he was genuine than to risk underestimating him.

If He Ange were just a rogue cultivator, Cao Dao would have crushed him without hesitation.

But the Moon Sect’s reach into Yong’an City’s black market suggested a larger scheme. Only the most capable demonic cultivators would be sent on such missions.

Reluctant to provoke a powerful demonic sect, Cao Dao reconsidered his approach.

“Boy, I’ll give you one last piece of advice. As a human cultivator, don’t be blinded by a fox demon’s beauty. Drawing your sword for a demon is not worth it. We’re both human. Let’s talk this out. I’m willing to negotiate a fair price,” he said, his tone more conciliatory.

He hoped to find a peaceful resolution, offering He Ange a way to back down gracefully.

“You’re not wrong,” He Ange replied, nodding thoughtfully.

Hearing this, Xia Ranyue’s heart sank. She turned to look at him, her eyes filled with anxiety and confusion.

Was He Ange really going to sell her out?

He couldn’t be that heartless, could he?

She was genuinely scared.

But Cao Dao was pleased.

A little extra money and a bit of diplomacy could secure him a rare fox demon and an alliance with the Moon Sect. It was a win-win.

But just as Cao Dao thought he had won, He Ange tightened his grip on his sword.

“But who said I draw my sword for mere beauty?”

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