After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 55 - He Ange’s Slip-Up, A Blessing in Disguise?
He Ange’s Slip-Up, A Blessing in Disguise?
He Ange was ready to milk the Demon Sect for all they were worth.
The Yumo Sect was a well-known local demon sect in Yong’an City. He Ange had dealt with their cultivators many times and was familiar with their operations.
He suspected that Nightfall’s enthusiasm in inviting him to talk stemmed from his potential value.
Perhaps they were eyeing his demonic pill supply chain.
Perhaps they wanted to curry favor with the Moon Sect, which he had falsely claimed to be associated with.
Either way, He Ange was poised to profit.
The Moon Sect was just a scapegoat he had dragged into the situation, so that wasn’t even worth mentioning.
As for the demonic pill supply chain, it was one of He Ange’s side businesses in the black market. While he primarily sold clothing and accessories, he occasionally dabbled in selling demonic pills, though he rarely had large-scale clients.
Demonic pills were a highly lucrative trade.
Having spent years under Feng Yuan’s tutelage, He Ange had mastered the art of alchemy. He could easily produce low-grade demonic pills himself. While high-grade pills were beyond his reach, they were so rare and expensive that there was no real market for them.
The Yumo Sect, on the other hand, would likely be interested in low-grade, disposable demonic pills that could empower their lower-tier cultivators in battle.
To be honest, He Ange had been looking for a way to offload his stockpile of explosive demonic pills and blood pills. He couldn’t use them himself, and keeping them around was a waste.
Now, with the Yumo Sect eyeing Yong’an City, they were the perfect target for his sales pitch.
If this deal went through...
The profits He Ange stood to gain couldn’t even be measured in gold or spirit stones!
“To be honest, Your Highness, I do have a considerable stock of demonic pills. But may I ask, how many are you looking to purchase?” He Ange asked, his tone calm and professional.
In a private booth at the tea house, He Ange and Nightfall began their negotiation.
A Holy Son of the Demon Sect and a white-robed young man, both wearing cold, calculating expressions, each probing the other’s intentions.
Nightfall smirked, raising two fingers in a gesture.
“Eighty pills?”
“Heh, Mr. He, don’t underestimate me.”
“Eight hundred?”
“Still too few.”
“Eight thousand?”
“Now we’re talking,” Nightfall said with a wicked grin, clearly pleased with himself as he envisioned the Yumo Sect’s grand plans.
He Ange, seeing Nightfall’s arrogance, could only offer a polite smile and a thumbs-up. “Your Highness, with such a large order of blood pills and explosive pills, I can’t help but wonder if you’re planning to turn Yong’an City into complete chaos.”
“Mr. He, you’re a smart man. Surely you’ve figured it out,” Nightfall said, his cold smile widening.
His confident expression made He Ange’s heart skip a beat.
Seeing the boy’s momentary hesitation, Nightfall felt a surge of satisfaction. He was certain his grand ambitions had shaken He Ange to his core, earning his admiration.
Nightfall was a man of vision.
He wanted intelligent allies who could understand and support his plans. Of course, once his plans succeeded, he had no intention of sharing the spoils. He simply wanted to use He Ange as a pawn.
“Eight thousand pills is no small number. Give me a week to prepare,” He Ange said, calculating the logistics.
Nightfall, arms crossed, chuckled coldly and tapped the table. “I’ll make sure you’re well compensated. But forgive my bluntness, Mr. He—do you really have that many pills? And what about their quality?”
“You can test the quality yourself. As for the quantity, that depends on the sincerity of your deposit,” He Ange replied, producing a single pill from his sleeve and tossing it to Nightfall.
Nightfall caught the pill, sniffed it, and then licked it.
“Good purity...” he muttered.
But that wasn’t enough. Nightfall summoned one of his subordinates and forced the pill into his mouth.
Within moments, the subordinate’s body began to swell, his veins turning black as his cultivation surged severalfold.
This was the power of a blood pill—a low-tier cultivator’s best weapon, trading life force for temporary strength.
These pills were banned by both righteous and demonic sects.
But when it came to war, no one cared about bans. Victory was all that mattered.
As the subordinate began to lose control, Nightfall struck him with a powerful palm, forcing the pill out of his system. The man collapsed, barely alive.
“Even after just half a minute, the effects are terrifying. This is indeed a high-purity blood pill,” Nightfall said, holding the blood-stained pill with admiration.
He looked at He Ange with newfound greed. A skilled alchemist capable of producing such pills would be a valuable asset to any sect.
“Your Highness, you’ve verified the quality. Now, about the promised benefits... what exactly do you have in mind?” He Ange asked, spreading more pills on the table to show his sincerity.
Nightfall, understanding the unspoken rules of negotiation, produced a dark, ominous orb from his sleeve.
The orb appeared dull and lifeless, like a black hole. But when Nightfall infused it with demonic energy, it radiated a terrifying aura, sending chills down He Ange’s spine.
“An Ancient Abyss Orb?!” He Ange exclaimed, recognizing the artifact immediately.
“Ah, you’re well-informed,” Nightfall said, clearly pleased with himself.
The Ancient Abyss Orb was a rare relic from ancient times, one of a pair. Its counterpart, the Abyss Spirit Orb, was said to be sealed in the Abyss Spirit Hall beneath Yong’an City.
The connection was obvious.
“Mr. He, you’re a smart man and the junior brother of the Moon Sect Witch. Surely, just by seeing this orb, you can imagine the future I’m envisioning,” Nightfall said, his tone filled with ambition.
“Your Highness, are you sure it’s wise to share such plans with me?” He Ange asked, his mind racing.
Even if he were a fool, he could now piece together Nightfall’s entire scheme. The Yumo Sect was planning to raid the Abyss Spirit Hall and claim its treasures.
“Why not?” Nightfall said, laughing maniacally.
His sudden outburst of madness made He Ange uneasy. Something felt off.
He Ange was just a Foundation Establishment cultivator. The kind of information Nightfall was revealing was far beyond his pay grade. It was clear he had learned too much.
And Nightfall wasn’t stupid.
Producing the Abyss Orb wasn’t just for show. He had clearly planned this encounter carefully.
“Mr. He, I know you’re a greedy man, and I trust your character. But since you’ve seen the Abyss Orb, I think it’s only fair that you experience its true power firsthand,” Nightfall said, rising from his seat, the orb glowing ominously in his hand.
He Ange leapt back, dodging several demonic blades, but he was eventually overwhelmed by the ambush of hidden Demon Sect cultivators.
As Nightfall approached, orb in hand, He Ange averted his gaze, refusing to look directly at it.
His cold eyes were filled with defiance and disgust.
“Come now, gaze into the Abyss Orb. You’ll forget everything about tonight and pledge your loyalty to the Yumo Sect!”
“Mr. He, being corrupted by the Abyss Orb is a rare honor. Consider it a blessing from me,” Nightfall said, laughing maniacally.
The orb’s sinister light engulfed He Ange’s vision, its power invading his mind and soul.
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Northern Secret Realm, Fengquan Abyss
At the bottom of the abyss lay a hidden paradise, filled with glowing mushrooms, massive, twisted vines, and eternal darkness.
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The blood-red moon above cast its eerie light over the forest, like a malevolent eye watching over the land.
Atop the tallest tree in the forest stood a small pavilion.
Inside, a girl with jade-green hair and phoenix-like eyes sat on a swing, her ethereal beauty resembling a masterpiece of nature. She swayed gently, her bare feet brushing against the vines as she gazed at the moon.
Feng Yuan often wondered when she would finally be able to leave this place.
Crack.
A sudden pang of pain shot through her chest.
Frowning, she closed her eyes, tracing the source of the disturbance.
“The Ancient Abyss Orb?” she murmured, her phoenix eyes widening with surprise.
Moments later, a sly smile spread across her lips as she swung her legs, her expression playful and seductive.
“He Ange, you truly are my chosen one, destined to attract calamity and chaos. Today, I’ll save you with my bloodline. But in the future, you’d better bring that Abyss Orb back to me as tribute.”
