To Hell with Your White Moonlight, I'm Done

[Second Male Lead's Regret Arc] [Rivalry for the Heroine]

The year Xie Xianchi became the greatest sword master under heaven, her senior fellow disciple, the sect leader, forced her to choose a disciple at the Snowwind Terrace.

Among the dozen young boys kneeling on the ground, Xie Xianchi saw only Gu Mobai.

His slim waist and narrow back were ramrod straight. Though he had yet to set foot on the path of immortality, he already had an aloof, otherworldly air. His white robes fluttered, and he was as pure as a flake of snow perched on a plum branch.

Xie Xianchi fell for him at first sight and took him home without a second thought.

For three hundred years, she taught him everything she knew, gave him all the precious treasures she had collected in her life, and even willingly sacrificed half of her sword bone to help him pass his tribulation.

Yet Gu Mobai remained taciturn, like a stone that would never warm.

At last, one day, Xie Xianchi heard the confession of the man she loved. It came on the eve of the night he contacted his fellow disciples and forced her into the Demon-Subduing Array.

Gu Mobai was still clad in immaculate white, kneeling on the ground without a speck of dust on him. His words were cold and cruel: “A master coveting her disciple is against the laws of heaven. However, I am willing to preserve your good name and bury this matter forever.”

Xie Xianchi leaned against the door and said nothing. She had just taken a thunder tribulation for Gu Mobai, and was too weak even to speak.

The next day, the radiant Sword Master Xie entered the array and perished, body and soul.

When she woke again, she had returned to the day she chose her disciple.

Only after awakening from that dream did Xie Xianchi realize she was living inside a story. She was the early-dead white moonlight of its protagonist, Gu Mobai. After her death, Gu Mobai would take the remaining half of her sword bone, achieve the Great Dao, and become the greatest person under heaven.

Standing once more at Snowwind Terrace, Xie Xianchi looked straight past Gu Mobai and chose the most inconspicuous boy at the back of the crowd: dark, thin, and stubbornly proud.

The boy was the story’s greatest villain. Orphaned and miserable in his childhood, he would be bullied by the sect, turn evil and fall to demonic cultivation, and become a criminal who brought about the end of the world.

He was also the person who, in her previous life, said “It wasn’t worth it” to her as they died together.

Xie Xianchi wanted to save him.

But as she kept saving him, how did this little villain grow cuter and more handsome by the day...?

He was bold, radiant, and dazzling, with a beauty so lush and intoxicating he resembled a poppy. Even the way he looked at her grew more and more flirtatious...

A shocking event rocked the three realms: Xie Xianchi, the greatest sword master under heaven, had married her obedient little disciple.

On the eve of their bond ceremony, Gu Mobai, as graceful as the moon on a clear night, knelt outside Xie Xianchi’s room in the wind and snow. His eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed on the verge of succumbing to demonic influence.

“Master, I’m the one you love. I beg you, don’t marry him...”

Inside the room, the little villain wore a vivid red robe, his eyes full of grievance, his possessiveness terrifyingly intense. He gripped the back of Xie Xianchi’s head and pressed a burning kiss to her lips.

“Don’t look. Don’t listen. Master, from now on, you may look only at me...”

Reading guide:

1. The heroine is still powerful, and after she is reborn, both the male lead and the other male characters are weaker than she is.

2. This is a doting romance disguised as a regret-and-redemption story. Most of the story focuses on the heroine and the villain.

3. The villain is beautiful, powerful, and tragic, with a little angst. His true form is a white snake, he is very clingy, and he wins her over with his tea skills.

4. Both leads have had no prior partners.

Theme: Don’t want love that comes too late, not even if it’s from a dog.