After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 210 - He Ange, You’re the First to Dare to Take Me by Force

In the end, He Ange had his way with Mu Yanli.

This was actually a last resort. With Mu Yanli’s twin spirit veins bound to two ancient gods, He Ange couldn’t directly extract them. So he chose this method to reclaim something from Mu Yanli without alerting the ancient gods.

For instance, a significant portion of her cultivation.

The Blood Moon Witch, though her destiny was far from as extraordinary as An Luo Yi’s, had achieved a high level of cultivation.

Over the years, Mu Yanli had rapidly ascended to the peak of Divine Transformation by exploiting her Blood Spirit Veins. Countless prodigies from both the immortal and demonic paths had fallen to her, their blood drained to nourish her cultivation.

In fairness, as the original host of the Blood Spirit Veins, wasn’t it reasonable for He Ange to collect a “small tax” from Mu Yanli?

After subduing Mu Yanli once, He Ange advanced from early Nascent Soul to late Nascent Soul—not too much, but enough for now.

However, one surprising discovery was that even after being subdued, Mu Yanli lay weakly on the ground, gasping for breath, yet her cultivation remained at the peak of Divine Transformation without any signs of regression!

This confirmed He Ange’s earlier suspicion that Mu Yanli’s true strength had long surpassed Void Refinement. For some undisclosed reason, she deliberately kept her cultivation at Divine Transformation, refusing to advance further.

Being a witch with two ancient god legacies, it was normal for her to have many secrets.

Regardless, He Ange had planted his mark.

Though it wasn’t deeply embedded, it was well-hidden!

As long as her body had been visited by He Ange once and broken down because of him, as the intruder, He Ange would always find a way to leave some mark. Besides, Mu Yanli had been so overwhelmed that she might not have even noticed her lower abdomen glowing...

Even if she did notice, the mark had multiple layers—she might erase the outer layers but remain unaware of the hidden inner layers.

Like bundled software—you might uninstall the surface program, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be a pop-up ad next time you boot up.

Long-term strategy for greater gain.

For now, He Ange wasn’t sure about the forces behind Mu Yanli. Acting rashly could lead to him suffering a setback similar to what Mu Yanli experienced with him.

There would be opportunities in the future to take what he wanted from her.

With that thought,

He Ange contentedly dressed himself.

Feeling the unprecedented surge in his cultivation, he exhaled deeply, satisfied.

Advancing from early Nascent Soul to late Nascent Soul...

Such progress would take An Luo Yi at least half a year.

Demonic cultivators excelled in this regard.

In a world where big fish eat small fish, demonic cultivators might seem weak early on but once they gain momentum, their cultivation skyrockets like a snowball rolling downhill.

Not just He Ange—Mu Yanli’s method of refining blood through killing was no different.

If not for Mu Yanli, He Ange might never have realized the potential of Blood Spirit Veins for leveling up through blood absorption... Growing up in a prestigious family like An’s and within righteous sects left little opportunity for such experimentation.

The tyrannical use of Blood Spirit Veins for mass slaughter—only a witch like Mu Yanli could pull it off.

“Holy Son, Moon Sect’s patriarchs have arrived—we should leave...”

From the shadows emerged Xuanque.

Initially, Moon Sect had only sent a few late Divine Transformation generals. As a millennium-old illusionist, Xuanque could easily handle them with illusionary barriers. But now that patriarchs were involved—Void Refinement and beyond—Xuanque couldn’t hold them off any longer.

Three Void Refinement patriarchs surrounded the area—Xuanque had to warn He Ange to retreat.

“Let’s go—I’m done here.”

Without looking back,

He Ange snapped his fingers—an abyssal portal appeared before him.

Before leaving,

Xuanque couldn’t help glancing back at the white-haired girl lying on the ground—clutching her torn black-and-red gothic dress.

The girl frowned slightly—surprised.

She hadn’t expected that just days ago—the Blood Moon Witch who could easily crush her—would now be reduced to such a pitiful state by He Ange.

With that thought,

Xuanque swallowed nervously—her respect for He Ange deepening—his strength even more awe-inspiring.

Seeing the white-robed youth about to leave,

“He Ange...”

From below the snow mountain came Mu Yanli’s trembling voice—filled with hatred. She reached out towards He Ange but felt weak and powerless at her lower abdomen.

Perhaps due to tears in her eyes,

Mu Yanli’s blood-stained gaze blurred as she watched his departing figure—unable to see clearly anymore.

He Ange vanished into the snowstorm.

Meanwhile,

Xuanque’s illusion shattered—

Several purple-glowing patriarchs descended from three directions—their demonic aura shaking the land—but they couldn’t find any trace of He Ange or his companions.

“A spatial technique?”

One patriarch frowned in realization—

Another sighed gravely:

“Likely so—a Ling Feng disciple is known for spatial talent... If she wants to leave—no one below true godhood can stop her.”

“Tch—spatial cultivators are always so troublesome!”

The patriarchs exchanged frustrated glances—annoyed by their fruitless efforts—

As patriarchs—ranging from Heavenly God to Void God—they usually rested in coffins as ancient relics—

Today,

Three patriarchs were awakened by Moon Sect disciples using forbidden arts—they’d heard about Blood Moon Witch’s peril and rushed out of their coffins to eliminate any threats against Moon Sect—

Yet it was all for nothing—

With that thought,

The patriarchs sighed collectively—

Spatial talents have always been disruptive—employing various annoying tactics based on spatial techniques—like teleporting bombs into your home before returning safely...

It’s enough to drive anyone crazy!

Reluctantly,

The three patriarchs decided not to pursue further—instead approaching Blood Moon Witch’s location—

“Your Highness—are you injured——”

“What??!”

One patriarch stepped forward intending to inquire about her condition—but was left dumbfounded by what he saw—

There lay Blood Moon Witch against a wall—draped in tattered black-and-red dress covering herself—her blood-stained eyes devoid of light or purpose—

Seeing these tardy patriarchs,

Mu Yanli showed no emotional response—merely adjusting her dress so its hem reached her ankles—exposing only two delicate white feet—

Beneath her dress lay a pool of dark red blood starkly visible against snow—

Sensing something amiss—the three patriarchs quickly turned away—clenching their teeth in anger—

They knew Blood Moon Witch’s power—even if someone wanted her dead—she still held at least two ancient god legacies within... Even Ling Feng’s ancient phoenix patron would struggle against such divine protection—

Yet now—the once-mighty Blood Moon Witch lay in such disarray?

Unimaginable horrors must have transpired!

Clearly—the perpetrator was cunning—

Aware of divine taboos—they carefully skirted boundaries without provoking divine wrath—exploiting Mu Yanli’s vulnerability for personal gain!

Murder and vein extraction fall under divine taboo—

But intercourse does not—as Feng Yuan never cared how many times He Ange and An Luo Yi were together—

In hindsight—the Holy Son of Spirit Phoenix Sect employed terrifying tactics—

As they pondered silently—a cold voice interrupted from behind—

“You three.”

“Gouge out your eyes—forget everything you saw—and stand guard afar.”

Her tone brooked no argument—as if commanding servants—

In that moment—the patriarchs shivered—anger and reluctance flickering in their ancient eyes—but none dared defy Mu Yanli’s orders—

“If I have to repeat myself—you won’t even keep your graves.”

She spoke again—

Bearing two ancient god legacies lent her authority unmatched across Moon Sect—or even cultivation world—who dared challenge Blood Moon Witch’s renown?

Moreover—with Mu Yanli representing hope for Moon Sect’s rise—they’d become her servants since she received Moon God’s legacy—they’d once worshipped ancient Moon God Chang’e—and couldn’t oppose Moon God’s heir now—

“Sigh...”

“Your Highness—we’re demonic cultivators after all... Chastity isn’t something worth dwelling on.”

One patriarch offered a meaningful consolation before gouging out his eyes—

Behind them came another reprimand from Mu Yanli:

“Chastity never mattered!”

“I just don’t want anyone seeing me like this!”

Her denial was urgent—as if eager to refute something—

“Ah—I see...”

The patriarchs exchanged knowing glances—sighed collectively—and gouged out their eyes—

Having done so—they transformed into demonic light—disappearing from Mu Yanli’s sight—

Though gone—they didn’t stray far—instead standing vigil atop nearby peaks—

Sitting up slowly—the white-haired witch’s cold demeanor softened slightly—

Lowering her head gently caressing an old chastity mark she’d borne for over twenty years—but now reduced to ashes—

It was given by her mother when young—

Said to ward off evil spirits—and protect purity—

Ironically enough—she’d escaped demonic clutches on ancient altars only to fall victim to a mere human youth...

Did chastity truly mean nothing?

Perhaps only Mu Yanli knew deep down—

Snow continued falling heavily—

Mu Yanli hugged her reddened knees with a weak smile:

“He Ange... my chastity wasn’t something just anyone could take—you were the first who dared!”

tln : yep, He Ange reyped mu yanli.