“If Senior Sister Refuses, I’ll Just Admire Other Ladies”
It was almost Mid-Autumn Festival.
If An Luo Yi hadn’t mentioned it, He Ange might not have noticed how unusually round and bright the moon was tonight—like a perfect, luminous mooncake.
To soak in a spiritual hot spring under such a moon, with a breathtakingly beautiful fairy by his side, was truly the pinnacle of life’s pleasures.
And that was exactly what He Ange was experiencing right now.
Lounging in the hot spring, He Ange’s gaze wandered. In front of him were mountains, water, and a serene paradise. Above him, the Mid-Autumn moon shone brightly. And to his side, under the moonlight, was a fairy in a bathrobe.
Today had been unusually smooth.
Ever since An Luo Yi’s sword mishap, which led to He Ange saving her, she had been acting differently—more attentive and considerate, stirring feelings in He Ange’s heart.
Tomorrow...
He Ange would accompany An Luo Yi to Yong’an City for the festival.
For him, this was an opportunity to achieve both professional and personal milestones.
At the festival, he would mingle with Yong’an City’s elite, fulfilling the task Qin Shiyan had assigned him. Not only was he to gather intelligence on the Demon Sect, but he was also to identify the corrupt officials who had colluded with the sect, betraying the righteous path and the Dragon Dynasty.
He needed to figure out exactly how many nobles had sold out to the Demon Sect.
On the personal front, attending the festival with An Luo Yi was a perfect chance to deepen their bond. It was essentially a date. While He Ange didn’t have some overpowered “favorability system” like other transmigrators, did that really matter?
Love was a matter of the heart.
He liked An Luo Yi and wanted her to care about him just as much. Ideally, he wanted her to feel that no one else could replace him. Even if he left the Shengxu Sect one day, he wanted her to think of him every day.
Yes, it was selfish.
But He Ange had always been a selfish person.
This much was evident from the way he played both sides between Qin Shiyan and the Demon Sect’s Holy Son, Nightfall.
Over the past month, He Ange had been officially working for Qin Shiyan, acting as an undercover agent in the black market. Yet, behind the scenes, he had been supplying Nightfall with large quantities of demonic pills, making a fortune.
And then, he’d turn around and sell the Demon Sect’s secrets to Qin Shiyan, helping the Shengxu Sect prepare to eliminate the Yumo Sect.
It was a highly profitable but incredibly risky game.
He Ange knew it was time to stop. Nightfall no longer had any valuable information to offer.
Ultimately, He Ange leaned more toward the righteous side.
Once his mission was complete, he planned to return to the Shengxu Sect and focus on the tasks Feng Yuan had entrusted to him.
But before that, there was one last thing he needed to do.
“The Abyss Spirit Hall is guarded by two imperial cultivators, Liu Moqing and Xu Daoyun. Both are formidable—Liu Moqing is at the peak of Core Formation, and Xu Daoyun is at the early Nascent Soul stage. I wonder how Nightfall plans to break through,” He Ange mused, mentally reviewing Yong’an City’s layout.
The Abyss Spirit Hall was located in the central district of Yong’an City, directly behind the city lord’s mansion.
It was heavily guarded and housed the city’s most precious treasure—the Ancient Abyss Spirit Orb.
For Nightfall to obtain the orb, he would have to fend off the Shengxu Sect’s cultivators, breach the defenses of the Abyss Spirit Hall’s two imperial guards, and finally, seize the orb from its underground barrier.
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The difficulty of such a task was astronomical. He Ange couldn’t fathom what Nightfall’s plan might be.
To be honest, He Ange hoped Nightfall would succeed. The Abyss Spirit Orb wasn’t just coveted by Nightfall; both He Ange and Feng Yuan had their eyes on it as well.
If Nightfall managed to acquire the orb...
It would give He Ange the perfect opportunity to swoop in and steal it.
This was why, even as he spent time with An Luo Yi tonight, his thoughts kept drifting to what might happen if he were no longer part of the Shengxu Sect.
That was the reality.
If He Ange’s attempt to steal the orb failed and his rogue cultivator identity was exposed, returning to the Shengxu Sect would be impossible.
He wouldn’t even have the chance to say goodbye to An Luo Yi.
Could he choose not to steal it?
Sure, but that would mean wasting a golden opportunity.
He was already at a disadvantage. If he didn’t seize this chance while he was still young, what could he hope for in the future? Relying on An Luo Yi to support him?
No, He Ange wasn’t afraid to take risks. He had to make the most of the chaos in Yong’an City and come out ahead.
“Ange, what are you thinking about?” An Luo Yi asked, her voice tinged with concern as she noticed the cold look in his eyes.
He Ange snapped out of his thoughts, his body once again slumping against the edge of the hot spring.
“Nothing. I was just thinking about how much I’m looking forward to going to Yong’an City with you tomorrow,” he replied with a smile.
“Looking forward to... a date?” An Luo Yi murmured, her voice soft.
She knew what a date was. Inviting him to accompany her to the festival was, in a way, her way of asking him out.
But saying it so plainly...
It created an odd atmosphere. After all, they weren’t officially a couple.
“Senior Sister, what are you planning to wear tomorrow?” He Ange asked, his clear eyes wandering over her figure, appreciating her beauty.
An Luo Yi was used to his gaze. In fact, knowing he was looking at her made her heart race a little.
“Something formal, of course. It’s the city lord’s banquet, after all,” she replied.
“How about a qipao? It’s elegant and traditional,” He Ange suggested.
“Hmm, a qipao does sound nice...” An Luo Yi nodded in agreement, already picturing herself in one.
But then she remembered the qipaos He Ange had designed for her. Her expression froze, and her cheeks turned red. Turning away, she said coldly, “No way. Absolutely not!”
“Why not?” He Ange asked, confused.
“The qipaos you gave me have slits that go all the way up to my chest! It’s embarrassing! If you really want to see me in one, I’ll wear it for you in private,” she muttered, her face burning as she sank halfway into the hot spring, blowing bubbles in frustration.
“Actually, those qipaos come in two styles. If you’re worried about the high slits, you can button them up to make them more modest. And there’s a jade silk shawl to cover the shoulders and upper chest,” He Ange explained patiently.
His designs were always versatile. At night, you could wear the daring version to seduce your husband; during the day, you could button it up and look like a refined lady.
It was this clever design that made He Ange so popular among Yong’an City’s wealthy women.
“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” An Luo Yi said, biting her lip in annoyance.
She recalled the first time He Ange had given her one of his qipaos. When she tried it on and walked to the mirror, she realized the slit wasn’t just “high”; it practically reached her chest! And He Ange had been standing right next to her at the time. If he had looked sideways, he could have seen everything!
She had been so mortified that she beat him up on the spot. Even though he insisted he hadn’t seen anything, she didn’t believe him until she knocked him unconscious to “erase his memory.”
It was one of the rare times An Luo Yi had truly lost her temper.
“If I’d told you, you wouldn’t have worn it. Besides, who could resist seeing Senior Sister in a sluty qipao?” He Ange said awkwardly.
An Luo Yi turned away, sulking.
“I’m never wearing it for you again. You’re always tricking me.”
“Senior Sister, I promise, if you button it up, it’ll be perfectly modest and elegant. Tomorrow morning, I’ll help you adjust it so no one but me gets to see anything. Surely you can trust me on this?” He Ange pleaded.
“No! I’m not wearing it for anyone—not even you!”
Seeing her pout and furrow her brows, He Ange sighed, lying back in the hot spring.
“If Senior Sister refuses, I guess I’ll just have to admire the other ladies at the banquet. I hear the fairies from Tianyin Palace look stunning in qipaos,” he muttered.
“You wouldn’t dare!” An Luo Yi snapped.