After Faking My Death, I Became the Male Lead's White Moonlight - Chapter 1

Both the gong and shou are very pure and innocent. In the early stages, they will be somewhat shy regarding their feelings. The gong’s realization of his feelings and his pursuit from behind starts around Chapter 70 or so~ Second edit!: After book testing, the book title has changed. The original title was After Faking My Death, I Became the Male Lead’s White Moonlight (the most accurate version), while the new title is somewhat inaccurate. The shou is a non-typical heartthrob, leaning toward a cherished-by-everyone attribute, and there are secondary couples. Babies, please pay attention to the warning barriers~)*

The bamboo rustled, shaking a floor of shattered gold into pieces, while mottled sun shadows slithered across the youth’s spine like snakes.

Deep within the bamboo grove at the back of the Cangling Sect, a youth knelt halfway with his head lowered slightly, scattered strands of hair concealing the greater part of his features.

Before him, a group of people had him completely surrounded. The one leading them wore embroidered brocades and a golden crown, yet his expression was exceptionally sullen as he pressed his foot down upon the youth’s kneecap and ground it around.

“I told you long ago that a bit of clay like you should get lost.” Wang Yue leaned down, viciously spitting toward the youth, his voice laden with jealousy. “Yet you insist on appearing in front of my Rong’er younger sister.”

“Do you, this lowly commoner, deserve to be a disciple of the Cangling Sect?!” He raised his foot and fiercely kicked straight at the youth’s chest, accompanied by the ruthless words falling, “You’re truly an eyesore!”

The lackey beside him echoed, “Did you hear that? Hurry up and get lost!”

“How could a lowly commoner like you deserve to stay in the same sect as Young Master Wang!”

Taking the kick squarely, the youth did not budge in the slightest, still kneeling without a sound. His posture remained as straight and upright as a snow pine, as though he were an unfeeling, insensible stone statue.

Wang Yue grew irritated just looking at him like this, raising his foot to kick him once more.

It was precisely this attitude that caused his Rong’er younger sister to yearn day after day for this Ye Xisheng! Today, he was determined to teach him a proper lesson!

Suffering yet another kick, Ye Xisheng felt as though he could not feel any pain. Far from moving, a mocking chuckle instead slipped from the edge of his lips.

“You dare laugh at me?!”

Wang Yue instantly flew into a rage. Ever since birth, everyone without exception had pampered and accommodated him, yet this lowly commoner actually… actually dared to mock him!

Simply—unreasonable to the extreme!

With his blood rushing to his head, Wang Yue completely lost all sense of reason and issued a command: “Beat him!” The surrounding lackeys hurriedly rolled up their sleeves and lunged toward Ye Xisheng!

At the same time, the pupils of Ye Xisheng hidden within the shadows grew increasingly chilling. The fingertips resting at his sides twitched slightly, slowly gathering spiritual energy that gleamed with golden light.

“Stop.”

A voice as cold and clear as snow blanketed the entire bamboo grove like frost, accompanied by the landing of a tall and slender figure.

Merely these two simple words felt like some extraordinary spell. The invisible, immense pressure radiating from the newcomer seemed to freeze time at this very instant, causing everyone present to become instantly immobilized.

“What are you all doing?” Someone walked over from the side, stepping across the rustling fallen leaves among the woods.

“Hurling malicious words and bullying fellow disciples is this what you came to the sect to learn: how to throw your weight around and domineer over others?”

With every additional word spoken, everyone’s heart skipped a beat.

Wang Yue and his lackeys looked at each other in dismay. Wanting to see who had arrived, they could only struggle to roll the sole eyeballs they were permitted to move, looking exceptionally comical.

When that person finally came within their line of sight, Wang Yue could not help but gasp softly, his mind and soul shaken to the core.

He even thought he had mistaken the person it was actually Song Lianzhou!

That proud darling of heaven renowned throughout the cultivation world, the chief personal disciple of the Cangling Sect, and also the object of admiration for thousands.

Blessed with a wealthy background, abundant resources, and exceptional natural talent, he possessed profound cultivation at a remarkably young age. Yet he had always been aloof and proud, disliking social interactions with others, and usually didn’t even bother sparing an extra glance when meeting outer sect disciples like them. Why would he suddenly appear in this rarely frequented back mountain today and meddle in this idle business?

Before Wang Yue could figure out why, he suddenly felt the pressure surrounding his body lighten, and then he heard Song Lianzhou state, “Go to the Discipline Hall and take your punishments yourselves.”

Crouching together like a bunch of quails and not even daring to catch a glimpse of Song Lianzhou, the crowd scattered in a flash like birds and beasts.

Once the crowd had dispersed, Song Lianzhou turned around, lowering his gaze to look at the male lead kneeling halfway on the ground, and spoke in a gentle tone: “Are you hurt?”

Ye Xisheng paused in a daze, raising his head to look at the person before him.

His dark hair was half-bound with a silver crown tied high, raven-black wisps casually swaying from his shoulders down to his crimson lips, further accentuating his face as flawless as jade and brows as delicate as painted-on distant hills. He wore a gold-trimmed greenish-blue cloud brocade robe, embroidered with exquisite cloud-patterned motifs, while the wristguards on his arms were edged in pure silver and dotted with pearls, outlining the graceful lines of his arms. The entire person appeared exceptionally noble, pristine, and transcendent.

Ye Xisheng stayed stunned for a few seconds before answering, “Thank you, Senior Brother. I am fine.”

“The outer sect is rather far from the center of the sect, leaving many areas lacking in proper jurisdiction.” Seeing him prop himself up to stand, Song Lianzhou reached out a hand to steady him, saying, “If you encounter such matters again, you can come find…” me.

Pausing, he ultimately swallowed the final word, changing his phrasing instead: “You must protect yourself well.”

“Many thanks, Senior Brother Song.”

The conversation came to an end here. The two stood in mutual silence for a moment before Song Lianzhou quietly turned around and departed.

Ye Xisheng followed closely behind him with his head lowered.

Within his palm, a water mirror quietly flipped open, reflecting the somewhat youthful visage of his teenage years the exact appearance of his youth.

Directing his spiritual sense toward his meridians, Ye Xisheng felt a surging wave of spiritual power, a strength that did not belong to him at this age.

That person had not lied to him; he had truly been reborn back to his eighteenth year.

Complete with all the cultivation from his previous life.

This realization did not cause Ye Xisheng to feel particularly happy. After all, that person had been vague and ambiguous before leaving, and Ye Xisheng could not quite figure out what ultimate objective that entity held. Furthermore…

Ye Xisheng raised his eyes, gazing at Song Lianzhou’s retreating back.

The very first person he encountered after his rebirth seemed entirely different from his past life.

In his previous life, he had left after beating that group of people up without running into anyone else. Yet right now, why would this senior brother who legend said was single-mindedly obsessed with cultivation and rarely ever left his dwelling cave appear right here?

Why are you even here?!

The system hopped up and down furiously in front of Song Lianzhou: [Didn’t I tell you to go see your master? How is it that in the time it took me to upgrade, the moment I looked away you ran all the way over here?!

Fidgeting with the sword tassel in his hand, Song Lianzhou replied casually, “I was passing by.”

[Passing by?!] The system let out a piercing shriek: The Sect Master’s dwelling cave is at the absolute easternmost side of the Cangling Sect, and this damned bamboo grove is at the absolute westernmost side. You’re telling me you were passing by?!!

“My sword flew over here on its own; I have no idea what’s going on either.” Song Lianzhou continued playing dumb.

The system went crazy: Don’t look for excuses! Just tell me: why on earth did you make a special trip over here to rescue the male lead?

“I can’t stand campus bullying.”

[Was it trying to make you look special?! Do you even understand that the male lead is your competitor, and your ultimate goal is to defeat him?! Helping him is the same as working against yourself!]

“System, as you yourself said,” Song Lianzhou grabbed the charging little sprite right in front of him, “he’s merely my opponent, not my enemy. There’s nothing wrong with me helping him out when it’s convenient, and besides, I loathe campus bullying ah no, sect bullying the most.”

His voice was clean, crisp, and decisive, every single word spoken with utmost seriousness.

The system remained silent while clutched in Song Lianzhou’s grip, seemingly persuaded.

After a long while, it grunted and squeezed out a single sentence: With this constitution of yours, you’d really be suited to go play a holy father in a holy-father novel.

“Oh, thank you.”

I am not praising you!