Well, now that confirms it.
Bai Xinyue is a protagonist, and one who is even more prominent than Lin Xuan.
She has the Heavenly Phoenix Constitution.
No wonder she recovered from the injuries of having her Dao Bone stolen and even got back her cultivation talent, though it still seemed to be less because of not having her Dao Bone.
And it also confirms that he was the villain that she must kill in order to fulfill her destiny and soar like a true phoenix.
Anyways, it seems like the crowd is gathered here because of Bai Xinyue.
And right in front of her... was a pretty boy.
He declared, loud enough for the whole damn peak to hear.
"I’ve admired you since the day I laid eyes on you! I’ve never met someone like you—so elegant, so talented, so... perfect!"
"It’s that kind of drama."
He even thought that perhaps that man was a villain, but turns out he wasn’t. He seemed to be just a simp.
The young master took a step forward, hand outstretched like he thought he was in a romance play.
"You already know this isn’t the first time I’ve asked. So I’ll say it again—will you be mine?"
"Bai Xinyue, accept already. Young Master Mo Yichen is very sincere with you."
"Yes! Just accept it!"
The crowd erupted into chatter with many girls supporting the young man. It seemed young man was very popular, especially among the girls.
If he had confessed to any other girl, it looks like he would succeed without any problem.
She didn’t even blink.
Her tone was calm. Freezing, even.
Well, there was no surprise. After all, Bai Xinyue was the chosen one of five stars fate grade.
How could someone she would love be an ordinary person?
At the very least, he would need to be a Heaven Chosen.
"I’m not interested!"
Bai Xinyue said, voice flat.
"And Mo Yichen, no matter how many times you ask, my answer will remain the same. Please, don’t waste your time or mine."
There was a brief pause as the words sank in.
Mo Yichen’s smile froze on his face like someone had just slapped him with a dead fish.
His hand—still outstretched—trembled slightly as he tried to save face.
Then, the cracks started to show.
"What’s wrong with me?"
He muttered, voice rising.
"Am I not good enough for you?"
His tone sharpened, shifting from charming young master to a spoiled brat mid-tantrum.
"I’m the Young Master of the Mo Clan! One of the top ten clans in the entire Desolate Heaven Empire!"
He took a step closer to her, trying to puff up his presence like a damn peacock on steroids.
"Even though my talent might not be the same as yours, I am a genius known throughout the empire."
Bai Xinyue, on the other hand, didn’t flinch.
She just stared at him like he was some bug buzzing in her ear.
Mo Yichen kept going, practically pleading and demanding at the same time.
"Why are you being ?! If it were any other girl, they’d be grateful just to stand next to me!"
He reached out again—this time not in some dramatic, romance-novel pose.
No, this was some dumbass move that looked like he was actually going to grab her wrist.
And that’s when Bai Xinyue’s expression finally changed.
Her eyes narrowed. A chill rolled off her body like a blizzard wind.
For a brief second, her Golden Core aura flared—just a flicker, just enough to make a few nearby disciples stumble back.
She clenched her fist. Bai Zihan could practically see the murder in her eyes.
The only thing holding her back was the Sect rules.
If she beat his ass in public without a proper duel, it’d be a whole thing.
Discipline Hall, lectures, maybe even a temporary restriction on her cultivation rights.
She gritted her teeth and didn’t move.
(Maybe I should have chosen a different peak?)
Day and night, she had been pestered by Mo Yichen.
And the chances of her accepting Mo Yichen’s confession were zero to none because she was reminded of Bai Zihan by how Mo Yichen acted.
The same arrogance without regard to the feelings of others due to his own status.
(Endure it! Bai Xinyue, you must endure this!)
Bai Xinyue thought to herself.
Her revenge was still far off, and she had been enduring for so many years.
She believed that she only needed to endure a little more to succeed in her revenge.
"Young Master Mo should just give up. I am not worth it!"
"Damn it! Damn it! You’re just an abandoned girl from the Bai Clan. How dare you try to act superior?"
Mo Yichen threw away any pretense and angrily yelled.
There was no secret that Bai Xinyue was exiled, and everyone who knew her, knew about that.
That is why, despite being from the Bai Clan, Mo Yichen wasn’t afraid of Bai Xinyue who didn’t have the support of the Bai Clan.
That’s when a slow, sarcastic clap echoed through the air.
Bai Zihan walked toward the arena where Bai Xinyue and Mo Yichen were.
Mo Yichen immediately had his attention attracted by the clap.
Not only him, the other audience members in the Azure Cloud Arena were equally stunned that someone dared to interfere with Mo Yichen—especially when the tension had risen and Mo Yichen was irritable.
Bai Xinyue’s eyes widened and there was a big frown on her face, with anger visible.
She muttered under her breath.
Although grown up and different from when they were children, it was impossible for her not to recognize the one she deemed her life enemy.
Plus, even if someone had the same appearance as him, she refused to believe that anyone could replicate that same arrogant aura.
Now, her life-long enemy was before her eyes!