In Reality, It’s Not Like the Heroine’s Strength Matches Her Leg Length

“Ange, after we return safely this time, when shall we hold our wedding?”

“?”

The moment An Luo Yi’s words left her lips, a terrifying earthquake erupted beneath He Ange’s feet.

RUMBLE—!!!!

Yin energy surged to the heavens, darkness shrouding the sky instantly, completely enveloping a radius of ten li. (tln : 5 km)

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The Ghost Prison Array’s Shadow

Within the Ghost Prison Array’s barrier, on a secluded mountain peak, Mu Yanli stepped out of the shadows. Her lips curled into a smirk as she discarded her trench coat, revealing her voluptuous demonic figure and pallid, moon-like hair. She summoned a blood-red longsword, resting it on her shoulder.

Her blood boiled with battle fervor.

“The Ghost Controlling Sect is surprisingly thoughtful—setting up a barrier before the fight even begins…” Mu Yanli sneered at the barrier sealing the skies above her. “This only makes things easier. Whether I backstab the Ghost Controlling Sect later or do something unspeakable to He Ange… with this barrier, no one outside will ever know.”

“It’s a license to do as I please~”

A cold laugh escaped her lips at the thought of the Ghost Controlling Sect being played as pawns.

She was about to make a killing.

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“Wait, what’s happening?”

In the Southern Wastes, on another mountain outpost, Chen Sheng stared at the black barrier enveloping the horizon. Her expression turned grim.

If she recalled correctly, the Azure Dragon Clan had just arrived in the lower realm and hadn’t yet made a move.

Moreover, setting up an ambush and a net didn’t seem like their style.

So why had He Ange walked into a trap?

Could it be that besides the Azure Dragon Clan, other enemies also wanted him dead?

Chen Sheng’s anxiety surged.

An unknown force had disrupted her plans. If the situation spiraled beyond her control, all her objectives would crumble.

She only wanted to capture He Yuan—not kill him.

“Damn it, I don’t know if He Yuan can hold out…”

“But if I intervene now, the Azure Dragon assassins will retreat…”

Chen Sheng was caught in a bind. The black barrier blocked all information, leaving her unable to monitor the battle and make the optimal choice.

Just as she hesitated—

A brilliant white dragon light descended from the heavens behind her.

“Ruyu? Why are you here too?”

Chen Sheng turned, startled to see the white-robed dragon goddess radiating divine might.

But as Yan Ruyu landed and locked eyes with her, the dragon’s eyes blazed with fury.

“Chen Sheng! You know He Yuan isn’t a villain—why do you want him dead!”

Yan Ruyu’s voice trembled with genuine rage.

She had seen the eerie black barrier trap He Yuan and his group. The mastermind behind it, without a doubt, was Chen Sheng—who stood outside watching the chaos unfold.

Yan Ruyu was livid.

He Yuan had done nothing wrong. In the Fox Clan, he had even treated Chen Sheng with kindness—at least, Yan Ruyu didn’t see him bullying her.

Yet Chen Sheng still plotted his demise?

This was despicable, underhanded, and vile!

A smiling dagger hidden in the shadows—

“Chen Sheng, I once thought you were just shrewd. I never imagined you were rotten to the core! Even if you’re the Empress’s sister, I must say this—you disgust me! A Dragon Dynasty princess, resorting to such repulsive tactics!”

Yan Ruyu’s voice cracked with condemnation.

She couldn’t take it anymore.

That very night, she had warned He Yuan to be wary of Chen Sheng, lest he be betrayed.

He Yuan, kind and magnanimous, had even defended Chen Sheng before Yan Ruyu, insisting the princess couldn’t possibly be so treacherous.

And now?

Chen Sheng had betrayed him with a knife in the back!

How could Yan Ruyu not be enraged?

This was preying on a kind man’s nature!

Should good people be deceived and ambushed?

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Chen Sheng glared back, dumbfounded and utterly bewildered.

As the Empress’s sister, Chen Sheng had always been dominant. Among her peers, she was the one toying with others—not the other way around. She hadn’t processed being scolded by a dragon girl she’d teased since childhood.

“No, Ruyu, you’ve misunderstood! I never wanted to kill He Yuan!”

Chen Sheng found herself pleading her case, even her usual pride wavering under Yan Ruyu’s gaze.

She felt genuinely wronged!

Regardless of her intentions toward He Yuan, she had only come to the Southern Wastes because she learned the Azure Dragon Clan wanted him dead. She planned to “rescue” him from their grasp—yet before she’d even acted, she’d been branded a traitor.

What had she done wrong?

Chen Sheng was cursed out, her eyes brimming with tears.

“Sniff… sniffle…”

Chen Sheng was prone to tears—not from weakness, but constitution. Since childhood, any shock or emotional surge would uncontrollably trigger her tears.

Even when He Ange had frightened her before, her eyes had reddened. Yet when Yan Ruyu was branded with the Phoenix Mark, she hadn’t wept so bitterly.

Perhaps Chen Sheng didn’t want to cry, but once the tears fell, she couldn’t stop them.

Seeing the princess cry, Yan Ruyu’s fury simmered down.

Langya, the black-robed shadow protector, materialized from the void. He first politely handed Chen Sheng a silk handkerchief before sighing:

“Saintess Ruyu, this old one observes the formation’s aura. It belongs to the Ghost Controlling Sect’s Ghost Prison Array—truly unrelated to our young mistress. There must be a misunderstanding here.”

As a dragon elder of millennia, Langya remained calm and diplomatic. Though Chen Sheng’s protector, he wouldn’t blindly side with her just because she cried.

“Th-Is that so?”

Yan Ruyu froze, realizing she’d misjudged.

But Chen Sheng, already berated and in tears, couldn’t stop sobbing.

“Saintess Ruyu, I entrust our young mistress to your care. Do not fret over He Yuan’s safety—this old one shall watch over him.”

Langya bowed slightly, then vanished into darkness.

Only the sobbing princess and the flustered dragon girl remained.

Yan Ruyu trusted Langya’s word. If he vowed to guard He Yuan’s life, he would—for he was a Residual God Realm dragon elder.

After hesitation, Yan Ruyu crouched to console Chen Sheng.

“Don’t cry… it’s my fault.”

“Go away… *sobs*, I hate you!”

“No, no, it’s all my fault. Let me wipe your tears…”

“I-I’m not crying…”

“There now, don’t be angry~ Have some snacks~”

“Sniff…”

Yan Ruyu knew how to soothe others.

In a few gentle words, she cradled the crying princess like a child, patting her back to calm her frayed nerves.

A few black-and-white cookies silenced Chen Sheng’s tears.

“Are the snacks tasty?”

“Mhm… tasty…”

Chen Sheng nodded in surprise—the treats surpassed even the delicacies of the Dragon Palace.

Yan Ruyu smiled smugly:

“Of course! He Yuan gave these as parting gifts to me and Xu Xin before we left! They’re called ‘Oreos’ in his homeland.”

“Huh?”

WAAAAH—!

Learning He Yuan had given gifts to other girls but not her sent Chen Sheng into fresh, heartbroken sobs.

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“Looks like the Ghost Controlling Sect has come for revenge.”

Trapped within the Ghost Prison Array, He Ange’s group found themselves in dire straits.

But He Ange had anticipated retribution. He showed no panic.

He concealed a talisman in his sleeve, igniting it to signal Xiao Mo to prepare an abyssal escape portal.

At the same time, he clasped Xia Ran Yue’s hand, transforming her into a petite nine-tailed spirit fox. She hid in his embrace, peeking out from his collar.

Though Xia Ran Yue wielded an ancient nine-tails sacred artifact capable of devastating power, her combat prowess was unremarkable. Slaying peers was one thing—fighting beyond her tier like He Ange or An Luo Yi was another.

Thus, she nestled in He Ange’s embrace—a battlefield good-luck charm.

“Heh~”

“He Yuan, you finally walked into my trap.”

From the darkness ahead, an elder cloaked in sinister aura emerged. Behind him, shadowy figures spread out, surrounding He Ange’s group from all directions. Each demonic cultivator commanded elite corpse puppets—a lethal hunting party.

“Senior Sister, the Ghost Controlling Sect’s methods are treacherous. Let’s test the waters first. If outmatched, retreat.”

After assessing the situation, He Ange spoke calmly.

Caught off guard, unlike the Fox Clan where they’d scouted intelligence, He Ange refused to fight unprepared.

Yet he wasn’t a coward.

First, escaping was his specialty. If outmatched, he had means to flee—though it’d cost him dearly.

Second, An Luo Yi’s strength had grown remarkably, nearing the Void Refining Realm. In their recent sparring match, she’d effortlessly bested him—though that owed much to her Dragon-Phoenix lineage.

Third, He Ange coveted the Ghost Controlling Sect’s resources. The secret arts extracted from Li Xuan’s remnant pill and looted from their outpost had been too tempting.

The Four Great Evil Sects indeed held immense wealth—and He Ange felt no robbing them. Unlike the Fox Clan’s ancestral treasures, meant for the nine-tails lineage, he wouldn’t dare claim those.

Truthfully, after studying Li Xuan’s techniques, He Angelo had fantasized infiltrating the Ghost Controlling Sect for higher-grade manuals.

But the risk was too high.

Now, they’d come to him. If opportunity arose, he wouldn’t mind another round of robbery.

—If he could win.

“He Yuan, when you killed Li Xuan, did you ever consider the consequences of offending the Ghost Controlling Sect?”

The black-robed elder at the array’s forefront spoke coldly.

His ghostly eyes glowed crimson in the darkness, like a wolf lurking in shadows.

Yet bathed in his oppressive aura, An Luo Yi remained composed.

She summoned her sword, stepping forward to shield He Ange. Her dark-golden Phoenix eyes locked onto the elder.

In darkness, her abyssal Phoenix blood ran deeper than any demonic sect.

In light, her True Dragon heritage, inherited from the Empress, erupted. Golden divine light coiled around her black-stockinged legs, materializing into a dragon phantom that roared behind her.

From afar, the sword-wielding fairy stood cold and elegant, radiating divine inviolability. Even the Ghost Controlling Sect’s experts recoiled, their ugliness magnified under her radiance.

After all, this Chosen One had battled the Empress’s generals. Her grasp of swordsmanship and divine martial prowess was peerless.

To wield a sword, exude immortal grace, master combat arts, command true gods… compared to her radiant halo, even He Ange standing behind her seemed like green leaves setting off red flowers.

But that was fine.

He Ange wasn’t the main star in battle—he ceded the spotlight to An Luo Yi.

“So, this fairy is the reason you dared slay Li Xuan and act so defiant before me?”

Li Min suppressed his awe, sneering under An Luo Yi’s divine gaze.

A Chosen One might be beautiful and sacred, but beauty didn’t equal strength. In reality, it wasn’t like the heroine’s power matched her leg length in black stockings!

“ATTACK—”

“Kill He Yuan first—turn him into a ghost slave!”

“Then seize the Chosen One alive!”

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