After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 54 - The Bold Plan of the Demon Sect

On his way down the mountain, He Ange seemed to have stumbled upon something he wasn’t supposed to see.

But it didn’t matter. He had always been tight-lipped. Since Xia Ranyue hadn’t come after him for what he’d seen, it meant she trusted him. Naturally, He Ange wouldn’t betray that trust or do something as low as selling out a teammate.

Besides, he had more pressing matters to attend to—Qin Shiyan’s mission. Xia Ranyue’s situation would have to wait.

…

Yong’an City Underground, Demon Sect Base

That evening, Nightfall, the Holy Son of the Demon Sect, visited one of the sect’s secret bases. In addition to his routine inspections, he had come to gather information about the mysterious “He” from the previous night.

The boy had introduced himself with the surname He, but hadn’t given a full name. Nightfall could only rely on his informants to dig up more about this enigmatic young cultivator.

At the very least, Nightfall knew no one in the Moon Sect with the surname He.

“Reporting to Your Highness, this He... all his shops in the black market are thriving. To achieve such success, he must have a significant background,” one subordinate reported.

“Isn’t that obvious? He claimed to be a Moon Sect cultivator, the junior brother of the Moon Sect Witch. Of course, he’d have a strong background,” Nightfall snapped, flicking the subordinate on the forehead.

The subordinate was proving useless. Despite all the effort, they hadn’t uncovered anything valuable.

Was He too mysterious, or were his subordinates just incompetent?

Nightfall figured it was a bit of both.

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“Forget it. If you can’t find anything, then drop it. But report to me immediately if you learn anything new,” he said, waving them off.

Just as he was about to leave, another subordinate suddenly exclaimed, “Your Highness! We’ve made a major discovery!”

“Oh?” Nightfall paused, intrigued. “Let’s hear it.”

“That He... he has a record of selling demonic pills and forbidden pills in the black market! Your Highness, while he appears to only deal in clothing, it turns out he’s secretly a demonic pill dealer!”

“He dares to sell such things?” Nightfall’s eyes lit up, narrowing with interest.

This was a significant find.

Selling demonic pills was a capital offense in both the righteous and demonic worlds.

And selling forbidden pills? That was even worse. If the rogue cultivators found out, they’d likely hunt him down and execute him on the spot.

Yet this He had not only sold such items but had managed to stay alive.

This wasn’t just impressive—it was extraordinary.

Even Nightfall himself wouldn’t dare openly trade in such dangerous items. In the cultivation world, demonic pills were akin to weapons of mass destruction, capable of creating entire armies of demonic cultivators. The potential consequences were unimaginable.

“To be so bold... could he be from the rogue sects?” Nightfall wondered, a chilling thought crossing his mind.

If He were a rogue cultivator, that would complicate things.

But after a moment’s reflection, Nightfall dismissed the idea. Rogue cultivators were notoriously unhinged, and He had seemed far too composed and knowledgeable about the Moon Sect Witch.

Shaking his head, Nightfall decided He couldn’t possibly be a rogue cultivator. If he were, it would imply a connection between the Moon Sect and the rogue sects—a notion too absurd to entertain.

“Your Highness, I have an idea,” another subordinate, a bespectacled man, stepped forward.

“Speak,” Nightfall commanded.

“Regardless of He’s background, our Demon Sect is about to launch a major operation to take over Yong’an City. During this time, demonic pills and elixirs will be essential supplies. If we can procure a large batch of explosive demonic pills from He, we could easily break through the main hall’s seals.”

“You’re suggesting we buy from him?” Nightfall asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Exactly, Your Highness! While everyone condemns pill dealers as despicable, when it comes to practical use, our Demon Sect could greatly benefit from a reliable supplier. The demand for demonic pills is endless. Every additional demonic blood pill we have means one more self-destructing soldier against the righteous cultivators.”

The bespectacled subordinate’s glasses glinted ominously, his eyes filled with greed and malice.

Nightfall regarded him in silence for a long moment before breaking into a sinister smile.

It was a good idea.

After all, they were the Demon Sect. Why bother with morals?

Securing Yong’an City was the ultimate goal. The means didn’t matter—only the results.

History, after all, is written by the victors.

“Very well. I’ll meet with this He tonight to discuss the matter. Given his greedy nature, I doubt he’ll refuse the benefits our Demon Sect can offer,” Nightfall said.

“Indeed, Your Highness! And if this collaboration succeeds, we might even establish a connection with the illustrious Moon Sect through He.”

“Haha, if we can ally with the Moon Sect, the future of our Demon Sect will be limitless!”

…

Achoo!

Sitting in a small tea house in the black market, He Ange sneezed unexpectedly.

He had come to the black market that night not to conduct business but to observe and, hopefully, encounter Nightfall again.

“Sir, here’s your tea~” a seductive woman in a slit cheongsam said, placing a steaming cup in front of him.

She smiled flirtatiously at his face, but as she moved to loosen her top and sit beside him, He Ange waved her off.

“No need. You know I’m not here for that,” he said plainly.

“Still the same as always, huh? So pure and ascetic,” she teased, though there was a hint of disappointment in her voice. Nevertheless, she was grateful for the easy sale and left him alone.

In the black market, tea houses like this one didn’t just sell tea. They also offered... other services. But He Ange had no interest in such things. He just wanted a quiet place to sit.

“Mr. He, sitting here drinking tea without indulging in the pleasures of the black market—what refined taste you have,” a familiar voice said.

Looking up, He Ange saw Nightfall approaching, his dark robe billowing as he strode confidently into view.

The speed of this “coincidence” made He Ange suspect that Nightfall had been keeping tabs on him since the previous night, waiting for him to return to the black market.

“Nightfall, long time no see—or rather, we meet again. What a coincidence,” He Ange said, gesturing politely for him to sit.

Nightfall chuckled and took the seat across from him, immediately calling over a waitress. Without hesitation, he began groping her in plain view.

“Mr. He, women are just toys for men. You’re sitting here in the black market, drinking tea, but not enjoying yourself? What a waste,” Nightfall said, his smile turning sinister as his hands grew more aggressive.

But He Ange remained unfazed.

He lifted his tea cup, smiling faintly. “People have different pursuits.”

“Is that so...” Nightfall’s interest waned as He Ange refused to react. He pushed the waitress away, his expression darkening.

After a long silence, Nightfall finally spoke again, his tone light but probing. “I suppose with a companion as beautiful as that fox demon from last night, the women here must seem beneath you.”

“...”

He Ange’s mood soured instantly. He stood up, ready to leave.

“Wait! Where are you going?” Nightfall called after him.

Turning back, He Ange’s gaze was cold. “If you sought me out tonight just to spout such nonsense, then forgive me for not entertaining you further.”

“...?”

Nightfall’s eye twitched as he stared at He Ange, momentarily speechless.

As the Holy Son of the Demon Sect, his attempts to provoke He Ange had been crude and tasteless. He had wanted to test He Ange’s character, to see if he could be swayed by lust or greed.

But He Ange’s firm rejection and blatant disdain left Nightfall feeling humiliated.

Perhaps... the Moon Sect’s influence in Yong’an City was far greater than he had anticipated.

Regardless, Nightfall couldn’t afford to let He Ange leave on bad terms. Losing this potential ally over such a trivial matter would be a costly mistake.

Swallowing his pride, Nightfall stood and called out, “Mr. He, don’t be upset. Let’s consider this my fault, alright?”

“...”

He Ange turned back, his cold gaze now tinged with a hint of triumph.

It wasn’t every day that the Holy Son of the Demon Sect humbled himself to apologize.

He Ange had caught his fish.

Now, it was time to reel him in and milk him for all he was worth.