After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 183 - He Ange, What Have You Done...

There’s no denying it—Yuan Yi’s speed in clearing the battlefield was astonishing.

In mere seconds after her arrival, only three survivors from Wanmo Sect remained—a pace that even He Ange had to admire.

Back when He Ange was by Feng Yuan’s side, he knew that this sister named Yuan Yi was powerful. But as a follower of Feng Yuan and a member of the cult, despite her sweet and gentle appearance, Yuan Yi was deeply manipulative.

She had a strange hobby—creating bridal puppets from flesh and blood.

The process of making these puppets was too gruesome for He Ange to discuss, but aside from puppet-making, sewing bridal attire was one of Yuan Yi’s specialties.

She loved dressing He Ange in these bridal gowns she crafted.

Initially, He Ange protested, claiming he was a man and shouldn’t wear such blood-crafted red bridal attire. But when a bridal puppet pinned him down, he finally understood his predicament.

Yuan Yi wasn’t asking if he wanted to cross-dress; she was notifying him that he would become her “dressing doll.”

In the cult’s lair, resistance was futile!

During that time, He Ange was painted with rouge, had his eyebrows done like a lady’s, and even had his chest padded with silicone by Yuan Yi! Every day, he had to look in the mirror and play dress-up games with her.

If not for Feng Yuan’s intervention, Yuan Yi might have used a scalpel to castrate He Ange and carve a hole, turning him into a living bridal puppet...

This raven-haired lady, Sister Yuan Yi, seemed normal but was more twisted than the necrophiliac He Yan.

After witnessing Yuan Yi’s true nature, He Ange held her in high regard. Despite her manipulative personality and bizarre hobbies, she still had the sensibilities of a normal woman. Yuan Yi enjoyed admiring her reflection in new makeup and dresses and loved dressing her bridal puppets beautifully.

So whenever Yuan Yi donned a new bridal gown, He Ange would cleverly compliment her, making her happy enough to teach him some ancestral skills and beauty techniques.

For instance, making bridal attire.

He learned quite a bit—not for making bridal gowns but for crafting fabrics. Using designs from his past life memories, he sold clothes and accessories in Yong’an City’s underground market.

That’s why many high-society ladies were impressed by He Ange’s craftsmanship. His sewing skills were unmatched by ordinary tailors.

Of course, much of this was thanks to Yuan Yi’s teachings.

Apart from using human blood for bridal gowns, Yuan Yi was genuinely a normal woman—graceful and gentle, skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flowers, and tea...

This made He Ange wonder why such an elegant and virtuous lady like Silver-winged Yuan would follow Feng Yuan as a cultist.

Yuan Yi’s answer was simple: she found Feng Yuan adorable.

Her dream was to turn Feng Yuan into a bridal puppet too—dressing her in different blood bridal gowns daily.

Then one day,

Yuan Yi was decapitated by He Yan with a blood scythe right before He Ange’s eyes—apparently for angering Feng Yuan. Even as He Yan carried her head to Feng Yuan, the beautiful girl with raven hair and nine-phoenix pins smiled at He Ange in farewell as if it were routine.

Being beheaded didn’t affect Yuan Yi’s life.

Upon closer inspection,

He Ange realized that even decapitated, Yuan Yi’s head didn’t bleed. Instead, countless silver threads connected it to her body—like severed lotus roots still joined by threads.

She had even turned herself into a bridal puppet!

No wonder she didn’t die when beheaded!

Similarly,

This is why He Ange was so shocked and incredulous upon learning that Xuanque was also a follower of Feng Yuan.

Compared to the necrophiliac and the puppet enthusiast,

Xuanque—a mere fangirl of Feng Yuan—seemed so normal! More so than He Ange himself—a double agent cultist!

No wonder Xuanque showed such fear and reverence upon discovering He Ange as Feng Yuan’s acting disciple...

With Xuanque’s timid nature,

She would likely be bullied by the likes of Yuan Yi and He Yan if placed by Feng Yuan’s side.

It’s unimaginable how the little blue magpie managed to survive near Feng Yuan.

“Brother Ange~”

“Do you know how busy Sister Yuan Yi is in the upper realm? If not for hearing from Feng Yuan that you were returning, Sister wouldn’t have time to come to this godforsaken Dragon Dynasty territory to rescue you.”

In the northern sky,

The Silver-winged Maiden spoke gently and indulgently.

Meanwhile,

The three demonic cultivators continued closing in on her. But with dozens of peak Divine Transformation bridal puppets engaging them, Gu Li and his companions found themselves in a bitter struggle—unable to approach the Silver-winged Maiden high above.

Because their opponents were too weak,

Yuan Yi leisurely chatted with He Ange.

He Ange felt helpless; he knew that despite her gentle demeanor, Yuan Yi was deeply manipulative. All he could do was smile wryly:

“Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to see me, Sister. It’s an honor... When we return, I’ll be sure to praise your efforts before Master.”

“Mm-hmm~”

“As expected—Brother Ange is the most sensible~”

With a fan-waving smile,

The Silver-winged Maiden beamed brightly—pleased and proud.

Her phoenix eyes scanned the battlefield,

Her beautiful face revealing a sly glint—

“When we return,

I’ll make you a new bridal gown from these three’s flesh~”

“Bastard! This is outrageous!!”

Hearing the Silver-winged Maiden’s words,

Gu Li gritted his teeth in silent fury.

Meanwhile,

The other two Divine Transformation demonic cultivators felt similarly indignant.

Their battle wasn’t over,

Yet this Silver-winged Maiden was already planning their posthumous affairs—completely disregarding them.

As Divine Transformation cultivators,

They had plenty of trump cards yet unused!

“The Fang Tian Demon Spear is ready!”

“Give me the teleportation talisman at the right moment! I’ll pierce that witch’s head with one strike!”

One enraged Divine Transformation cultivator declared.

Meanwhile,

He unleashed his demonic nature—his blood boiling—as he unfurled an ancient scroll in midair before him. Biting his thumb hard,

He pressed a drop of blood onto the scroll’s ancient runes—acknowledging kinship through blood.

“Ancestral protection—Fang Tian Demon Spear—emerge!!!”

The scroll transformed into a demonic vortex,

The Wanmo Sect cultivator reached through it with fury—pulling out a terrifyingly fierce eight-foot-long spear from within.

At that moment,

An overwhelming killing intent surged skyward—even Heaven trembled—the clear skies darkened into swirling blackness by the Fang Tian Demon Spear.

Boom!

Winds howled with ancient demon lord battle cries.

The demonic cultivator wielded the spear single-handedly—like a descending demon god. Merely striking it against the ground triggered tremors—a deep rumble echoed for miles—a war god apparition clad in demonic armor appeared behind him—a fearsome demon god!

“Summoning a Void God-level demonic weapon with blood... must be an heir of some upper realm demon lord...”

Gazing at the spear,

The Silver-winged Maiden murmured softly.

Gu Li and another Divine Transformation cultivator snapped out of their shock—

Exchanging glances before nodding in unison.

Golden Silk Dragon Roar Jade!

Void Path Talisman!

They each activated their life-saving trump cards—focusing all enhancements on the war god wielding the Fang Tian Demon Spear—further empowering him.

This was Gu Li’s last remaining Golden Silk Dragon Roar Jade.

Boom!

Divine light erupted once more.

“——Kill!!!”

With battle cries,

The war god charged forward—clad in ancient demonic armor—bathed in divine light—wielding the Fang Tian Demon Spear—advancing toward the northern sky where the Silver-winged Maiden awaited!

Along his path,

He exuded an aura of invincibility—

Slaying gods who blocked him—

Slaying Buddhas who opposed him!

“Stop him.”

The Silver-winged Maiden issued a cold command—

Sounding somewhat apprehensive now...

Dozens of bridal puppets turned their attention toward intercepting the unstoppable Fang Tian Demon Spear wielder...

But before they could act—

Void Path Talisman!

Another Wanmo Sect cultivator ignited his talisman...

In an instant—

Terrifying void rules erupted—

Triggering Heaven’s wrath once more—

Azure light enveloped the entire battlefield within ten miles...

Void power surged forth—

Engulfing the war god surrounded by bridal puppets—

His form twisted—

Swallowed by void—

Vanishing from sight...

“They even have void rule talismans...”

High above—

The Silver-winged Maiden manipulating puppet strings finally showed signs of unease...

Her beautiful eyes darted around—

But she couldn’t locate the Fang Tian Demon Spear wielder...

And just as everyone let their guard down—

Behind her in midair—

A void rift opened less than ten meters away—

Accompanied by the menacing Fang Tian Demon Spear emerging from within—

Its terrifying killing intent and demonic might erupted anew...

“——What?”

The Fang Tian Demon Spear loomed close—

Fear flickered across the Silver-winged Maiden’s face...

The war god raised his spear high—

Striking an imposing pose as he prepared to hurl it like an unstoppable force...

Simultaneously,

His face lit up with triumphant laughter—

Demonic blood boiling—

Killing intent surging skyward—

“Die!!!”

He roared with laughter—

Sacrificing ten years of lifespan for blood essence—

Reactivating the Fang Tian Demon Spear’s primal ferocity...

With a roar,

He hurled the spear he’d been preparing...

Boom!

Even air wept...

Watching this unfold,

Gu Li and another Divine Transformation cultivator couldn’t help but smile—they’d succeeded!

Even if she were a Heavenly God-level puppet master capable of manipulating powerful puppets—

Her true form remained vulnerable at close range—a fragile mage!

With an artifact like Fang Tian Demon Spear at close quarters—

The Silver-winged Maiden would suffer severe injuries if not death today!

Seeing Fang Tian Demon Spear unleashed—

Approaching within three feet of terrified Silver-winged Maiden...

All demonic cultivators smiled...

But at last moment—

Fear vanished from Silver-winged Maiden’s face—instead she smiled wryly at approaching spear—her phoenix eyes glinting mischievously—a look long-planned etched across her ethereal features...

Amidst illusionary haze—

A deathly shadow erupted forth—

Appearing before Fang Tian Demon Spear in blink of an eye...

Next second—

An abyssal blood scythe blocked Silver-winged Maiden’s path...

“——What?!”

Terror washed over Fang Tian Demon Spear wielder...

In his sight appeared an creepy woman wrapped in bandages wearing black hood—materializing out of nowhere...

Boom!

In her hands—the phantom-like abyssal blood scythe seemed like child’s play—as casually swung downward—the fearsome Fang Tian Demon Spear was cleaved in half—even dispersing ancient demon lord apparition...

The bandaged reaper pressed forward...

Slash!

With unexpected upward scythe strike—the war god wielder found his chest pierced—dangling like ragdoll on scythe blade...

She spun scythe around—flinging him aside—the Divine Transformation war god crashed heavily onto ground—bursting into pool of blood...

In mere seconds...

Demonic faces shifted from joy—to shock—to unprecedented despair...

“This is quite entertaining~”

The Silver-winged Maiden reveled in their expressions—covering face with fan while giggling sweetly—her ethereal beauty exuding delight—as if orchestrating captivating puppet show filled with twists and turns... She bore no malice toward these demonic cultivators—it was pure amusement—a prank...

How could humans harbor malice toward ants?

Below Void Refinement—all were mere ants...

Especially for Heavenly God-level Nine Heavens Silver-winged...

“Yuan Yi—you take forever.”

The bandaged reaper raised brow slightly—remarking disdainfully...

Though she feigned boredom—recent slaughter had stirred her bloodline—the crimson eyes beneath hood gleamed with excitement...

Her form vanished into air...

Next moment—

Amidst stunned silence—

Slash!

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Another blood scythe fell—another Divine Transformation cultivator decapitated without chance to react before death claimed him...

Barely half an incense stick passed...

Leaving only Gu Li as Wanmo Sect survivor!

In some sense—as “Destined One,” Gu Li surviving unscathed until end truly reflected fate’s favor upon him...

At this moment...

Gu Li stood frozen—unable comprehend situation unfolding around him...

Fang Tian Demon Spear—a legacy weapon bestowed upon clan heir by Wanmo Sect ancestor—it possessed Void God-level status... Sacrificing user’s lifespan activated its one-time explosive power capable inflicting heavy damage or even instant death upon all below Void God realm...

Even if Silver-winged Maiden reached Heavenly God level—she should’ve sustained injuries!

Yet now...

Fang Tian Demon Spear cleaved effortlessly—destroyed easily?

“This isn’t good! I need escape plan!”

Suddenly realizing battle situation—

Gu Li understood Wanmo Sect had lost... Unless Sect Master Dongfang Zhou arrived personally with upper realm ancestors—but that seemed impossible... Who could predict young generation skirmish would prompt Moon Sect dispatch two ancestral guardians?

Even domineering True Dragon Empress wouldn’t act so unscrupulously!

Sensing impending danger—

Gu Li unfurled black dragon wings—fleeing at top speed...

“Trying to run?”

Nearby—the bandaged reaper murmured coldly...

Beneath hood—the crimson eyes locked onto Gu Li like prey—the more he fled—the more it fueled her hunting instincts...

Boom!

Reaper transformed into bloody wind—pursuing Gu Li relentlessly...

In blink of an eye—the blood scythe shadow loomed over Gu Li’s nape—the bandaged girl’s face finally broke into manic grin she couldn’t suppress any longer...

Gu Li’s pupils contracted—turning back to block with dragon scales while activating second remaining trump card:

Golden Silk Dragon Roar Jade——!!!

Dragon roar echoed skyward—divine light shielded him forming golden dragon shield around Gu Li...

Yet even so—in face of abyssal blood scythe—it crumbled like paper sliced effortlessly by blade—as single swipe sent Black Dragon clan heir hurtling hundred miles away...

Boom!

Northern snow-covered slopes shook violently—as black dragon crashed into mountains triggering massive avalanche...

“Boring.”

He Yan sighed dragging blood scythe away casually...

But just then—from distant depths within snowy mountains behind her—a primeval dragon roar erupted reverberating across upper realm...

Gu Li finally unleashed final trump card—a lifeline granted by ancient dragon lord legacy!

This dragon roar reignited bandaged reaper’s interest:

“Oh~ A wisp of Residual God-level dragon soul?”

He Yan turned back first shocked then excited dragging blood scythe transforming into crimson light pursuing northward toward snowy slopes...

......

He Yan pursued Gu Li inheriting ancient dragon legacy further northward... Meanwhile on other side Xuanque concluded skirmish against Li Daoyuan... Being thousand-year-old veteran Li Daoyuan knew defeat loomed kneeling on ground without daring flee—with peak Divine Transformation Xuanque watching escape proved futile anyway...

On Zongshan Plains littered corpses remained—with only white-robed youth bearing forbidden runes standing alone amidst grassy field gazing around silently...

“Time wrap things up...”

He Ange sighed walking toward kneeling white-haired elder without hiding evil phoenix bloodline anymore—his abyssal black eyes fixed upon Li Daoyuan devoid particular killing intent...

“Hand over all ancient treasures remember I’m Moon Sect Witch’s subordinate.”

“If comply—I might plead your case before them... Perhaps spare your life.”

He Ange spoke calmly though threat lacked confidence... While He Yan & Yuan Yi possessed monstrous strength—they merely tasked retrieving He Ange nothing more... They weren’t subordinates; their master was Feng Yuan strictly speaking He Ange ranked lowest within cult hierarchy anyway... Thus whom they killed strictly speaking He Ange couldn’t control; all he could do offer few words persuasion... Yet surprisingly despite lack confidence threat sufficed prompting immediate submission from Li Daoyuan kneeling prostrate:

“Thank you merciful master!!!”

Terrified elder nodded repeatedly swearing oath upon Dao heart unprecedented obedience displayed humbly submissive manner... Having witnessed world deeply aware any faction capable dispatching two semi-divine monsters held profound foundation reflecting leader’s regard towards He Ange... Compliance meant survival resistance ensured death plain simple... Now behaving might truly prompt them spare lives based solely upon He Ange’s words?

Raising all ancient treasures overhead respectfully devoutly presented them forward eagerly anticipating acceptance without hesitation whatsoever... As He Ange reached retrieve suddenly nearby icy sword intent surged forth——

Clang!

White-robed youth turned meeting gaze silver-haired celestial maiden landing moments earlier...

Standing amidst corpse-strewn plains bearing numerous ancient forbidden runes tattooed across body exuding evil phoenix bloodline aura head adorned sharp horns lips revealing fangs radiating sinister presence beyond comprehension...

Bloodstained robes bright eyes resembling abyss cold merciless demeanor resembling abyssal demon fresh battlefield slaughter devoid former gentle junior brother image entirely replaced...

Gazing upon devastation gripping silver phoenix sword trembled faintly uncertainly:

“He Ange...?”

“What have you done...”

tln : this is painful... i wonder how lo yi feels about he ange transformation true form...