After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 207 - Oh My, Isn’t This Brother Zi Jing?

“Lord Zi Jing, isn’t this a bit... underhanded?”

“If we act sooner, maybe Lady Luo Yi could defeat the witch with our help...”

A few honest-looking subordinates voiced their unease.

Li Zi Jing turned and smacked each of them on the head, scolding:

“Idiots! Do our lives mean nothing to you? If you charge in now, how many moves do you think you’ll last against that witch?”

“Fools! I’m trying to keep you alive, and you’re rushing to your deaths!”

“Y-yes...”

Chastised by Li Zi Jing, the subordinates shrank back.

In truth, Li Zi Jing had a point. As celestial soldiers—a high-risk profession—they all valued their lives.

Who wouldn’t prefer cultivating peacefully at home instead of fighting on battlefields day after day?

“Let me tell you—if we charge in now and help An Luo Yi defeat the witch, she won’t be grateful. She’ll just think it’s because she’s strong.”

“But if we wait until she’s near death and then save her, she’ll be eternally grateful to us as her rescuers!”

Li Zi Jing smirked smugly, explaining his reasoning with confidence.

His subordinates listened attentively, their eyes lighting up with understanding. They couldn’t help but admire their young Dragon General’s cleverness.

After all,

What man wouldn’t want the gratitude of a Destined Heroine?

Just imagine—

That proud and untouchable silver-haired sword maiden—humbled and pleading for their help...

Wow!

The mere thought excited many celestial soldiers—filling them with enthusiasm.

Some even hoped the Blood Moon Witch would fight harder—secretly eager to see An Luo Yi brought low!

Meanwhile,

On another snowy peak behind them,

A white-robed youth who had just arrived at the battlefield shared similar thoughts.

Minutes earlier,

He Ange had learned from Xuanque about Mu Yanli and An Luo Yi’s clash. After having Xiao Mo teleport him to the battlefield, he stood on a distant peak with Xiao Mo and Xuanque, observing the fight.

Soon,

He Ange developed a plan strikingly similar to Li Zi Jing’s.

However,

As a latecomer, He Ange noticed something else—there was a group of Dragon Dynasty celestial soldiers hiding on a nearby snow ridge.

Spotting their leader—a young man in golden dragon robes—He Ange immediately recognized him.

“Oh my, isn’t that my good brother Li Zi Jing?”

He Ange raised an eyebrow with interest, his clear eyes gleaming mischievously.

Behind him,

Xuanque frowned slightly, her tone displeased:

“Lord Ange, those people have been crouching there for half an hour... They’re probably waiting for the Destined Heroine to be near death before stepping in.”

“I know. I can see that.”

He Ange nodded with a cold chuckle.

By now,

He had a clear grasp of the situation and a plan in mind.

Compared to Li Zi Jing’s small-minded scheming,

He Ange’s ambitions were far greater.

He wasn’t just here to save the Destined Heroine—his main goal was to take advantage of Mu Yanli’s weakened state.

Originally,

He Ange had been frustrated about Mu Yanli escaping Eternal Prison—missing his chance for revenge. But now, another opportunity had presented itself so quickly!

Earlier,

Mu Yanli had used her trump card—the ancient Moon God’s shadow—to escape Eternal Prison. She was already in a weakened state.

Now,

Facing An Luo Yi,

Even if Mu Yanli managed to win, she’d still be severely drained by the end.

At that point...

With Mu Yanli completely incapacitated,

He Ange might have Xiao Mo send her back to Eternal Prison for another seven days and nights!

If Mu Yanli fell into He Ange’s hands again,

How could he not take the chance to torment her further?

Of course he would.

“Mu Yanli’s cultivation is too overwhelming right now. An Luo Yi probably won’t gain much from this fight...”

“Let’s wait a bit longer. Follow my lead when it’s time to act.”

...

...

Neither An Luo Yi nor Mu Yanli—locked in their heated battle—were aware of the two groups watching from nearby snow peaks.

Earlier,

Though Mu Yanli’s taunts had provoked An Luo Yi,

Anger alone wouldn’t solve anything. Mu Yanli wanted her angry—the more flustered An Luo Yi became, the more openings she’d reveal.

As their fight dragged on,

Mu Yanli’s advantage became increasingly apparent.

An Luo Yi was human—she would eventually tire.

But Mu Yanli wasn’t normal. Even after being tortured in Eternal Prison to exhaustion, her demonic frenzy rendered her immune to pain and fatigue.

Her fighting style consumed “life force” as fuel—

But as the inheritor of Blood Spirit Veins,

Mu Yanli had an endless supply of life force. Any blood could serve as its source.

Every five minutes,

She’d drink a small vial of refined blood to restore her stamina. Additionally,

Each time her blood blades wounded An Luo Yi,

She absorbed small amounts of fresh blood from the Destined Heroine—

Fresh blood from a Destined Heroine provided far more vitality than refined blood.

This vampiric trait gave Mu Yanli an edge in prolonged battles.

Now,

She was steadily overpowering the battered silver-haired maiden.

“An Luo Yi, before you die, let me tell you something.”

As their swords clashed again,

The white-haired witch panted heavily—her cold laughter tinged with exhaustion.

Across from her,

This chapter is updated by freēwēbnovel.com.

The silver-haired maiden also gasped for breath—both sides clearly fatigued.

“You know...”

“You weren’t He Ange’s first. Before you became Dao companions with him, during that northern secret realm trial—I already had him.”

“I must say—little brother He Ange is quite impressive in that regard~”

Mu Yanli narrowed her blood-red eyes—her lips curling into a mocking smile.

Of course,

She was lying.

But consumed by hatred,

Mu Yanli wanted nothing more than to see An Luo Yi—a proud Destined Heroine—reduced to despair and hatred.

The more An Luo Yi hated her,

The more exhilarated Mu Yanli felt.

And indeed,

Her words struck a nerve—

The silver-haired maiden’s expression turned icy cold—

Her lips trembled as killing intent surged from her eyes—

For a moment,

Mu Yanli felt as if she’d touched upon some forbidden taboo—as if divine beings were watching her every move—

This killing intent made Mu Yanli shiver—

Her body wanted to kneel—but her demonic frenzy only grew stronger—

On her face,

This manifested as an even wider smirk—

“Mu Yanli, I will kill you.”

An Luo Yi spoke each word with chilling finality.

At that moment,

Her pupils lost focus—darkening ominously—as if broken. Even her radiant silver hair took on streaks of black—

Mu Yanli’s instincts screamed danger—

She tried retreating—but it felt like facing an immovable mountain—

An Luo Yi’s power visibly surged—

For a brief moment,

The Destined Heroine’s strength rivaled Void Refinement levels—matching Mu Yanli blow for blow—

“Damn it! How many times can your destiny let you pull this off...?”

Mu Yanli cursed inwardly—her annoyance evident as she leapt back to create distance—

But before she could land,

The blackened maiden raised her sword—

In an instant,

An ice dragon entwined with abyssal energy unleashed a devastating slash toward Mu Yanli—

Caught off guard,

The witch raised her blood blades in defense—

But within seconds,

She was cleaved in two by the ice dragon’s strike—

Thud.

Mu Yanli’s bisected body fell to either side—

Meanwhile,

The silver-haired maiden planted her sword into the ground—using it for support as she gasped for air—relieved that the fight seemed over—

But as Mu Yanli’s bloodied halves began merging back together—

An Luo Yi realized victory wasn’t hers yet—

Moments later,

The witch stood once more—her wounds stitching themselves together with threads of blood—

“How unfortunate...”

Her face wound healed seamlessly—restoring her flawless beauty—

Rising shakily to her feet,

She summoned two blood blades—panting heavily yet smiling wickedly:

“Haha... Didn’t expect that, did you? Little brother He Ange’s Blood Spirit Veins are quite handy—you could chop me into pieces—and I’d still come back...”

“By the way—the Moon Sect’s generals and patriarchs are almost here.”

“An Luo Yi—you’re dead meat. If I don’t kill you today—I’ll change my na—”

Boom!!!

Before she could finish gloating—

A terrifying abyssal energy erupted from a distant snow peak—cutting her off mid-sentence—

Both Mu Yanli and An Luo Yi turned eastward—

From atop the snowy peak—

A young man in golden dragon robes was sent flying by abyssal energy—his body tracing a perfect arc before crashing heavily between them—

Surrounded by golden light from some protective talisman—

Both women could clearly see five massive claw marks scorched into his back—still smoking ominously—

To his credit,

Li Zi Jing had certainly made an impact...

“Damn it!”

“He Yuan—you dirty coward! How dare you ambush me...!”

Kneeling amidst dust and snow—the Dragon General cursed venomously—

But as he sat up—

He noticed two pairs of terrifying eyes glaring at him from either side—

Turning around—

He met An Luo Yi’s coldly disdainful gaze—and shivered involuntarily—

Then looking forward—

He realized he was less than ten meters from the bloodied witch holding twin blades—

Standing within her hunting range—

Li Zi Jing nearly wet himself in fear—

Meanwhile,

Mu Yanli eyed his golden dragon robes with murderous intent—already viewing him as An Luo Yi’s reinforcement—

“So... Another fool courting death?”

She sneered weakly—but before she could act further—

Another abyssal portal opened behind her—

From it emerged a young man in moon-white robes embroidered with sun-and-mountain patterns—a faint smile playing on his lips—

“He—?!”

Before Mu Yanli could react—

He Ange stepped forward—his smile turning malicious as he delivered a powerful kick—

Sending her flying hundreds of meters through multiple snow-covered mountains amidst explosions of blood mist—

With Mu Yanli dealt with temporarily—

He Ange turned around—not even sparing An Luo Yi’s delighted gaze a glance—instead focusing on Li Zi Jing’s stunned expression—

“Oh my—isn’t this Brother Zi Jing?”

“I saw you crouching on that peak for half an hour—I thought you were waiting for me.”

—