After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 49 - He’s Really Not a Good Person

“I’ve heard that your senior sister is Mu Yanli, the infamous Blood Spirit Witch of the northern regions. To meet her junior brother today is truly an honor,” the Demon Sect’s Holy Son said with a polite smile, extending his hand to He Ange.

He Ange smiled faintly, shaking the man’s hand.

“It’s just a trivial connection,” he replied calmly.

But the more composed He Ange appeared, the more genuine he seemed in the eyes of the Demon Sect’s Holy Son. After all, most people would be visibly nervous or lose their composure in the presence of someone as powerful as him.

If He Ange were lying, the Holy Son would have noticed immediately.

At least...

There wasn’t a trace of panic in He Ange’s demeanor.

“Ah, I remember meeting Miss Mu at a banquet in the Demon Realm years ago, before she reached the Core Formation stage. And now, in just three short years, she’s awakened her dual Blood Moon spiritual veins, becoming the only cultivator in the Demon Realm in a century to possess such a rare gift. Truly a destined prodigy,” the Holy Son mused, his gaze fixed on He Ange, still probing for the truth of his identity.

He expected He Ange to take the opportunity to boast about his senior sister. Instead, He Ange simply smiled faintly.

“Your Highness flatters her. But no matter how strong Senior Sister Mu is, what does that have to do with me?” He Ange replied, his tone tinged with indifference.

His eyes held a sharp glint.

A prodigy with dual spiritual veins? If she hadn’t stolen his spiritual veins, how could she have earned the title of “Blood Spirit Witch”?

Even while playing along, He Ange couldn’t bring himself to praise Mu Yanli. He’d rather see her dead.

This subtle disdain didn’t go unnoticed by the Holy Son, who found it intriguing. He even felt a twinge of sympathy.

In the Demon Sect, everyone knew of Mu Yanli’s cold and ruthless nature.

A woman like her might have a junior brother, but there was no way he would genuinely respect her. If he did, it would only be out of fear.

The Holy Son could tell that He Ange was no fool. A smart person like him wouldn’t willingly submit to someone as cruel as Mu Yanli.

If He Ange had sung her praises, it would have seemed like an act.

The Holy Son had met Mu Yanli before. Disdain and resentment were the natural reactions of anyone who knew her.

So, He Ange’s apparent dislike for Mu Yanli only confirmed his connection to her. Only someone familiar with her could harbor such feelings.

“I didn’t expect you to be such a straightforward person, He. It’s truly fate that we meet today,” the Holy Son said, his smile growing wider as he shook He Ange’s hand with renewed enthusiasm, as if he had found a kindred spirit.

He Ange, unsure why the man was so pleased, could only smile politely in return.

Their conversation continued, with the Holy Son subtly probing He Ange while making veiled criticisms of Mu Yanli.

To his surprise, He Ange was even more eager to badmouth her. From her ruthless personality to her petty habits, He Ange described her flaws in vivid detail.

If there were a club for Mu Yanli’s haters, He Ange would be the president.

His knowledge of her was so extensive that it left the Holy Son impressed. He Ange even mentioned details about her private life that few would know.

By the end of their chat, the Holy Son was thoroughly convinced. He Ange’s genuine disdain for Mu Yanli was proof enough of their connection. Only someone close to her could despise her so deeply.

The Holy Son, who had initially approached He Ange with caution, now regarded him with genuine camaraderie.

Time passed unnoticed as the two talked. The onlookers, unable to hear their conversation, gradually lost interest and dispersed.

Eventually, the Holy Son glanced at the time and said, “He, it’s getting late. I’ll remember this meeting. Perhaps we can talk more in the future.”

“Your Highness Nightfall...” He Ange finally learned the man’s name.

Nightfall was the second-ranked Holy Son of the Demon Sect.

Over the years, the Demon Sect had established a strong presence in Yong’an City’s black market, making Nightfall a well-known figure in the area.

Still...

He Ange hadn’t expected someone of Nightfall’s stature to appear in the black market. The Demon Sect was becoming increasingly bold.

If someone reported this to the Six Doors, their enforcers would storm the city overnight to hunt down the demonic cultivators.

Then it dawned on He Ange: with someone like Cao Dao as their inside man, the Demon Sect had nothing to fear. The local authorities were already in their pocket.

The corruption within Yong’an City was worse than he had imagined.

“Your Highness, you’re welcome at my humble shop anytime,” He Ange said, bowing slightly.

Nightfall turned to leave but not before giving He Ange a sly smile, his dark eyes filled with unspoken plans.

Through their conversation, Nightfall had devised a bold scheme.

If he could win over He Ange, he would gain a direct link to the Moon Sect and even Mu Yanli herself.

The possibilities were endless.

“Haha,” Nightfall chuckled to himself, patting He Ange on the shoulder with a look of approval before disappearing into the night.

…

With Nightfall gone, the oppressive atmosphere lifted. The black market returned to its usual lively state, and people no longer felt the suffocating weight of his presence.

Xia Ranyue let out a sigh of relief.

When Nightfall had appeared, exuding his powerful aura, she had genuinely thought they were doomed.

“He Ange is insane. He actually forced someone as powerful as the Demon Sect’s Holy Son to show up!” she thought.

The Holy Son had come to protect Cao Dao, clearly indicating their connection. With the black market under the Demon Sect’s control, and Nightfall’s strength at the late Core Formation stage, there was no way they could have fought him.

If Nightfall had decided to retaliate, neither He Ange nor Xia Ranyue—and her subordinates—would have stood a chance.

Xia Ranyue had been on edge, ready to flee with He Ange if things went south.

She didn’t want him to risk his life for her.

But to her astonishment, Nightfall’s hostility had melted away during their conversation. By the end, he seemed almost friendly toward He Ange, even revealing his name.

“How... how is this possible?” Xia Ranyue muttered to herself.

She had been watching He Ange all night, and she was genuinely impressed. She would never underestimate him again.

He Ange and Nightfall standing together had felt like two villains plotting world domination.

But it left her with questions.

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Why would a Shengxu Sect disciple like He Ange get along so well with the Demon Sect’s Holy Son? How could they be so in sync?

It was clear that He Ange had the experience and cunning of a seasoned villain. No ordinary person could hold their own in a conversation with someone like Nightfall.

Even after Nightfall left, Xia Ranyue was still in disbelief. It felt like a dream. How could the polite, well-mannered boy she knew be so... devious?

It was contradictory.

He Ange was charming and kind, especially when he had defended her from Cao Dao. She had been touched, thinking he was someone she could rely on.

But in reality...

He really wasn’t a good person.

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