After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 72 - "It Was Nightfall! He’s the One Who Took Your Junior Brother!"

An Luo Yi should have been guarding the second underground level of the Abyss Spirit Hall alongside Liu Moqing.

But...

If not for the Demon Sect’s letter threatening He Ange’s life, An Luo Yi wouldn’t have left her post, and Liu Moqing wouldn’t have ended up in such a dire state.

Did she regret it?

No, she didn’t. Liu Moqing’s life, while valuable, was not as important to her as He Ange’s. An Luo Yi’s chest burned with anger and hatred—not at herself, but at the Demon Sect’s despicable tactics. She was furious at her own failure as an immortal attendant, unable to protect the Abyss Spirit Hall, her colleague Liu Moqing, or even He Ange.

In the end, Liu Moqing lay on the brink of death, and He Ange’s fate remained unknown.

If the Demon Sect had grievances, why couldn’t they target her directly?

Why resort to such manipulative games, leaving her utterly humiliated and defeated?

As an immortal attendant, it was her duty to guard the hall. Yet she had failed at every turn.

An Luo Yi’s mind was no longer calm. Her cold eyes burned with a frenzied intensity. The Abyss Spirit Hall was already lost. She had failed in her duties. He Ange was missing.

What else was there to care about?

If everything was already in ruins, why not unleash her fury and slaughter every last demon cultivator in Yong’an City?

“Xu Daoyun, I didn’t think you’d have such a death wish,” An Luo Yi said coldly, her sword in hand as she advanced.

To eradicate the Demon Sect’s leaders, she would first have to cut down Xu Daoyun, the traitorous immortal attendant turned lackey of the Demon Sect.

On the other side, Xu Daoyun felt a chill run down his spine as he watched her approach with murderous intent.

He instinctively took two steps back, his eyes darting around nervously.

But something was off. As An Luo Yi drew closer, Xu Daoyun noticed there were no other immortal cultivators behind her.

Even the sounds of battle above ground had gone silent. The Abyss Spirit Hall was eerily still.

Could it be...

She had come alone?

The realization hit Xu Daoyun like a thunderbolt. His initial shock quickly gave way to a twisted grin as he looked at An Luo Yi’s cold, beautiful face.

“Miss Luo Yi, I must commend your bravery. Coming here alone, unarmed and unguarded, to face the Abyss Spirit Hall?” he said, his voice dripping with mockery.

But An Luo Yi didn’t respond. Her expression remained cold and unyielding as she continued to close the distance, her sword glinting ominously.

Xu Daoyun’s confidence grew.

He was certain now—she was alone.

No matter how powerful she was, no matter her status as a “destined prodigy,” she was still just one person.

And Xu Daoyun wasn’t alone. Nightfall had left behind a number of Demon Sect elites to guard the hall. The weakest among them were late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators,

while the strongest were mid-stage Core Formation cultivators. Individually, they might not stand a chance against An Luo Yi, but together, they were a formidable force.

Not only that, but as Xu Daoyun watched An Luo Yi’s terrifying aura, a new plan began to form in his mind.

“Haha, the heavens have truly smiled upon me. What perfect timing!” Xu Daoyun muttered, his lips curling into a sinister smile.

“If I kill An Luo Yi and absorb her spiritual energy, I can break free from the Abyss Orb’s control and escape this place!”

“Once Liu Moqing and An Luo Yi are dead, there will be no witnesses. I can return to the immortal sects and report that the Abyss Spirit Hall fell because An Luo Yi colluded with the Demon Sect. I’ll be hailed as a hero for eliminating a traitor!”

Xu Daoyun’s smile widened, his mind racing with possibilities.

An Luo Yi had walked straight into his trap, practically handing him the perfect scapegoat.

With renewed confidence, Xu Daoyun gathered his spiritual energy, signaling the other demon cultivators to prepare for battle.

With the high-grade demonic blood pill enhancing his strength, he was now as powerful as a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Killing Liu Moqing had been child’s play. Taking down An Luo Yi would be no different.

“Three strikes. That’s all it will take to bring her down,” he declared.

“Is that so?” An Luo Yi replied, her cold gaze narrowing as she raised her sword.

In an instant, Xu Daoyun and the other demon cultivators launched their attack. Xu Daoyun led the charge, while the others surrounded An Luo Yi, attacking from all sides.

Xu Daoyun was confident. This was his strongest attack, one that could shatter An Luo Yi’s slender frame and scatter her soul.

Sword Technique: Snowfall Elegy!

As the attacks closed in, An Luo Yi calmly closed her eyes, lowering her sword. She murmured an incantation, her voice steady and serene.

In the blink of an eye, she moved. Her sword slashed through the air with blinding speed, leaving behind a trail of silver light. A whirlwind of icy sword energy erupted from her, expanding outward in a devastating radius.

When the chaos subsided, the battlefield was silent.

All that remained were icy scars on the ground and the frozen, dismembered corpses of the demon cultivators.

An Luo Yi stood at the center, unscathed. She sheathed her sword and continued forward.

It was a complete massacre.

“How...” Xu Daoyun stammered, his voice trembling with disbelief.

He had survived only because he had managed to raise a last-second defense. But even so, he was barely standing.

If he hadn’t reacted in time, he would have ended up like the others—an ice sculpture, shattered into pieces.

“Where is my junior brother?” An Luo Yi asked, her voice calm but laced with menace.

Xu Daoyun’s heart pounded as he stumbled back. He, a Nascent Soul cultivator, was terrified of her cold gaze.

“I... I don’t know what you’re talking about...” he stammered.

But his answer wasn’t what An Luo Yi wanted to hear.

To her, “I don’t know” was as good as useless. And useless traitors had no right to live.

She raised her sword again.

“I’ll ask you one more time. Where is He Ange?” she demanded.

“I... I don’t know! I swear, I don’t know!” Xu Daoyun cried, his voice desperate.

She took a step forward, and he took a step back. The memory of the demon cultivators’ gruesome deaths was fresh in his mind. He didn’t want to end up like them.

“Then you’re of no use to me,” An Luo Yi said with a sigh.

As she raised her sword, her icy aura intensified, her silver robes billowing in the wind. She looked like the embodiment of death itself.

Panicking, Xu Daoyun blurted out, “Wait! I remember now! It was Nightfall! Yes, the Holy Son of the Demon Sect! He’s the one who took He Ange! It was all him!”

It was a lie.

But Xu Daoyun didn’t care. If it meant saving his life, he would say anything.

After all, Nightfall had betrayed him. It was only fair to shift the blame onto him.

“The Holy Son of the Demon Sect... So he’s the one,” An Luo Yi muttered, her icy gaze softening slightly.

But only slightly.

It felt like a cruel game. She was chasing after her most precious person, only to be told repeatedly that he wasn’t there, that someone else had taken him.

It was infuriating.

“You can die now,” she said coldly.

With a burst of speed, she lunged forward, her silver sword unleashing a torrent of icy energy that surged toward Xu Daoyun like a glacier.

Xu Daoyun could see his death clearly—a vision of himself split in half, his body impaled on a frozen blade.

He didn’t want to die. Driven by sheer survival instinct, he summoned all his strength to resist the attack.

But as he faced the overwhelming force of An Luo Yi’s sword energy, he realized just how powerless he was.

“You... you lunatic!” he screamed.

The next thing he knew, he was being propelled forward by the force of the icy energy. Looking around, he realized he was no longer in the Abyss Spirit Hall. He was being pushed through Yong’an City, the ground beneath him carved into a massive trench by the sheer power of the attack.

What kind of monstrous spiritual veins did she have?

One strike had created a hundred-meter-long gorge, leaving destruction in its wake.

Buildings crumbled as he was pushed through them, yet the icy energy showed no signs of stopping. If this continued, he would be launched out of Yong’an City and crushed against the Shengxu Sect’s mountain.

His options were grim: surrender to the sword energy and be sliced in half, or keep resisting and be smashed into a pulp.

“I can’t hold on...” Xu Daoyun thought, his strength waning.

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In a desperate bid to survive, he activated a teleportation technique, hoping to escape.

But as he prepared to cast the spell, he saw the silver-haired fairy closing in, her sword raised for a final strike.

“No! Don’t!” he screamed, his voice breaking.

As her blade descended, his teleportation spell activated, enveloping him in a flash of white light.

When the light faded, Xu Daoyun found himself in a desolate wilderness, far from Yong’an City.

He had escaped.

Or so he thought.

Trying to sit up, he realized something was wrong. He couldn’t feel his arms or legs.

“...Huh?”

Looking down, he saw nothing below his neck.

“Eh...?”

He couldn’t breathe.

The teleportation spell had only transported his head.

In truth, An Luo Yi’s sword had already decapitated him before the spell took effect.

“No—!”

…

Deep in a quiet forest, a petite girl wrapped in bandages emerged from the shadows. Her crimson eyes glowed under the moonlight, and she carried an oversized scythe on her shoulder, its weight seemingly at odds with her small frame.

Wherever she stepped, the ground withered, and plants decayed.

She looked toward Yong’an City, where the icy devastation was visible even from afar.

“What a lively night in Yong’an City. I wonder if little He Ange will make it back alive,” she mused, her voice light and carefree.

As she walked, her foot bumped into something round and heavy.

Looking down, she saw a bloodied human head.

Bending down, she picked it up, examining the clean cut at the neck.

“How beautiful. Which artist created this masterpiece?” she wondered aloud.

Giggling, she cradled the head in her arms.

“I’ll take this back as a gift for little He Ange. A perfect souvenir for his one-year anniversary in our sect~”

Under the moonlight, she smiled brightly, revealing bloodstained fangs.