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Chapter 8: Patience √, Classic Protagonist Move

Bai Ruoxi stood outside the Mu Manor, staring blankly into the night.

The rain poured down relentlessly, the rhythmic drumming of water against the ground creating a hazy white curtain.

She had stormed out of the manor in a fit of anger, forgetting to take an umbrella. But returning now would mean encountering Mu Zhi’an again.

After the incident with Ye Yu and the spilled tea, she worried that seeing her might remind Mu Zhi’an of the unpleasant encounter and sour his mood.

It wasn’t an unreasonable concern. The old Mu Zhi’an was known for his petty grudges. While he’d seemed different these past two days, she couldn’t be sure if it was genuine or a carefully crafted facade.

But leaving without an umbrella meant getting drenched. Bai Ruoxi hesitated, gazing at the downpour.

“Ruoxi, let me walk you home.”

To her surprise, Ye Yu, who had already left, reappeared at the entrance. He smiled at her and reached out as if to take her hand.

A rainy night, a girl without an umbrella, and a boy who had returned to offer shelter. Such a scene would soften even the most hardened heart.

However, the events that had just transpired within the Mu Manor cast a dark shadow over this seemingly romantic gesture.

The sight of Ye Yu filled Bai Ruoxi with inexplicable anger. She swatted his hand away. “Control yourself, Young Master Ye!”

Ye Yu bristled, but he swallowed his retort, muttering instead, “And you think barging into the Mu Manor late at night is appropriate behavior?”

Bai Ruoxi’s eyes flashed. “I came to see Young Master Mu to discuss important matters,” she said coldly. “There’s nothing going on between us, contrary to what your imagination might be conjuring. Believe it or not.”

“He threatened you, didn’t he?” Ye Yu demanded.

“Don’t be fooled by Mu Zhi’an, Ruoxi! You know his reputation! Even if you offer him your body, there’s no guarantee he’ll help you or your family!”

“He didn’t threaten me!” Bai Ruoxi retorted.

Ye Yu frowned. “If he didn’t threaten you, then why were you at the Mu Manor so late at night? Did you go there willingly?”

This was the most beautiful woman in Tianxuan City. Countless men secretly yearned for her. Even Mu Zhi’an had pursued her relentlessly. It was no secret.

Ye Yu refused to believe that Mu Zhi’an wouldn’t exploit this opportunity to his advantage.

He wouldn’t put it past Mu Zhi’an to force himself on her. Hell, even he, Ye Yu, had harbored such thoughts.

Rain pattered against the ground, shrouding the street in a misty fog.

Bai Ruoxi stood there, her lips parted, but no words came out.

She couldn’t bring herself to admit that she’d been forced to come here by her mother.

Ye Yu’s heart burned with jealousy.

He was right.

Mu Zhi’an must have taken advantage of her. That’s why she was so hesitant to answer.

Her sudden coldness towards him.

It must be because Mu Zhi’an had poisoned her mind against him…

No, wait…

The Mu family was powerful. Maybe she was pretending to be cold towards him to protect him from their wrath… Ye Yu clung to this possibility, a glimmer of hope dispelling some of the jealousy that gnawed at him.

He looked at her earnestly. “Ruoxi, I’m not the same person I used to be. Give me six months… no, three months! I’ll reach the Foundation Establishment Realm! I promise!”

He was the Chosen One, blessed with immense destiny. Tianxuan City was merely his starting point.

Give him time, and he would surpass everyone in this city.

He had no doubt.

Because recently, he’d encountered a life-changing opportunity.

“Three months? You think you can reach Foundation Establishment in three months?” Bai Ruoxi scoffed.

Ye Yu smiled confidently. “Want to make a bet?”

Bai Ruoxi frowned. “No, thank you. Whether it’s true or not, it’s none of my concern.”

Ye Yu faltered. He forced a smile. “What are you talking about, Ruoxi? You’re my fiancée!”

“That was an arrangement made by our parents. If you’re so eager to get married, go talk to them.”

The Ye family, once prosperous, had conducted business with the Bai family. The two families had agreed to betroth their children, solidifying their bond.

However, the Ye family had fallen from grace, their status declining. While the Bai family patriarch, concerned about appearances, had refrained from breaking off the engagement, both Bai Yuanfeng and Bai Ruoxi were dissatisfied with the arrangement. The former believed Ye Yu was no longer worthy of her daughter and sought a more suitable match.

The latter simply resented having her future dictated from birth.

Bai Ruoxi ignored him and stepped out into the rain.

“Miss Bai!”

A voice called out from behind her.

She turned to see a maid from the Mu Manor hurrying towards her with an umbrella. “Young Master Mu asked me to bring you this,” the maid said. “He said the rain is heavy tonight, and you can return it whenever you have time.”

Bai Ruoxi was taken aback. Then, as if understanding dawned, a flicker of joy lit up her eyes. She took the umbrella.

“Please thank your young master for me. I’ll return it soon.”

The maid smiled and nodded, then turned and headed back into the manor.

Bai Ruoxi, ignoring Ye Yu completely, opened the umbrella and walked away.

Ye Yu watched her go, reaching out instinctively as if to stop her.

But his hand fell back to his side, limp and defeated.

It wasn’t time yet. He just needed a little more time to cultivate, to regain his former glory. Then, she would surely come back to him.

He would amaze everyone in Tianxuan City!

Ye Yu clenched his fists.

For now, all he could do was wait.

…

Bai Ruoxi returned to the Bai Manor, her umbrella shielding her from the rain. It was late, and the manor was deserted.

As she walked down a long corridor, she passed her mother’s room. A warm, familiar voice called out from within.

“Ruoxi? Is that you? You’re back early.”

“Come in and chat with your mother.”

She just wants to know how my meeting went.

Bai Ruoxi thought to herself, a cold smile playing on her lips. “I’ll be right there, Mother.”

She opened the door and found her mother, clad in a nightgown, sitting in a chair. Bai Yuanfeng poured her daughter a cup of tea.

“Have some tea. You must be cold.”

“Thank you, Mother,” Bai Ruoxi replied softly, taking the cup.

“Did things wrap up quickly with Young Master Mu?” Bai Yuanfeng asked, her tone laced with suggestive innuendo.

As expected…

A flicker of anger flashed in Bai Ruoxi’s eyes. “He didn’t touch me,” she said quietly.

Bai Yuanfeng’s expression changed. “He rejected you again?!”

“Not exactly… He said I should return the umbrella sometime in the next few days,” Bai Ruoxi replied.

Bai Yuanfeng frowned, worry creasing her brow. “He’s giving himself more time to consider. What does he want?”

“The Meridian Connecting Pill, I imagine,” Bai Ruoxi said, her voice filled with a mix of emotions.

She finally understood her mistake. Mu Zhi’an had indeed liked her… perhaps he still did. But he was thinking in terms of the Mu family’s interests. To intervene, they needed something of value in return—the Meridian Connecting Pill, not her.

As he had said, she might have captivated him, but she hadn’t captivated the Mu family.

Remembering his words and the way he’d held her hand, a blush crept up her cheeks.

“Ruoxi?” Bai Yuanfeng called out, noticing her daughter’s distracted state.

Bai Ruoxi snapped out of her thoughts. “By the way, Mother,” she asked, “has Father returned yet?”

The Bai family patriarch had gone to an auction in a neighboring city three days ago. Even accounting for delays, he should have been back by now.

Bai Yuanfeng hesitated, a troubled look on her face.

Bai Ruoxi’s heart sank. “Did something happen to Father?”

Bai Yuanfeng sighed softly. “He was ambushed on his way back. He’s gravely injured. We’ve taken him to a safe place to recover.”

“But even if he recovers, he’ll never reach the Nascent Soul Realm.”

The Bai family patriarch was at the peak of Core Formation. He was just one step away from reaching the Nascent Soul Realm.

However, he’d been stuck at this bottleneck for six years. They had spent a fortune gathering the necessary materials to refine a Meridian Connecting Pill.

He’d hoped to use the pill to break through, but he’d been ambushed and critically injured before he could even return home.

Even if he recovered, the injuries would leave lasting damage, shattering his hopes of reaching the Nascent Soul Realm.

Bai Ruoxi was devastated. Then, a thought struck her. “So the Meridian Connecting Pill is useless now?”

The Meridian Connecting Pill was a treasure meant for cultivators on the verge of breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm. It increased the chances of a successful breakthrough to seventy percent and even offered temporary protection against the Heavenly Tribulation.

However, it had no effect on cultivators who weren’t at the peak of Core Formation.

Bai Yuanfeng sighed. “I know what you’re thinking, Ruoxi. But the Meridian Connecting Pill is priceless. We can’t give it to the Mu family.”

The Mu family was already dominant. If they obtained the Meridian Connecting Pill and used it to help one of their own reach the Nascent Soul Realm, their power would become absolute. The other families would be crushed under their heel.

That was not a future Bai Yuanfeng wanted to see.

The Meridian Connecting Pill is priceless, but your own daughter is expendable… Bai Ruoxi thought bitterly. “It’s late, Mother,” she said quietly. “I’m going to bed.”

She rose to her feet and left the room.

The next morning.

Bai Ruoxi woke up and turned to her maid.

“Go and find out if Young Master Ye was attacked last night,” she instructed.

Mu Zhi’an had been doused with tea last night, yet he’d remained calm. She wanted to know if it was an act for her benefit or if he’d secretly retaliated against Ye Yu later.

The old Mu Zhi’an was notorious for his vindictiveness. He never let an insult go unanswered. And with his powerful bodyguard, few dared to cross him, fearing Wei Mengrou’s wrath.

After a while, the maid returned. She knocked softly on the door. “Miss, Young Master Ye is fine.”

Bai Ruoxi sat before a bronze mirror, gazing at her own reflection. “I see,” she said calmly. “You’re dismissed.”

As the maid left, a strange light flickered in Bai Ruoxi’s eyes. She placed her hand on her chest, taking a deep breath.

It seemed Mu Zhi’an truly had changed.

Chapter 7: Let the Bullet Fly

Ye Yu, the fallen genius, and Bai Ruoxi’s childhood sweetheart.

In the past, Ye Yu had soared from Qi Condensation to Foundation Establishment in less than a year. Such talent was unheard of, even in Tianxuan City.

However, six months ago, his cultivation had inexplicably regressed. Now, he was no more than a cripple, unable to even maintain the most basic level of cultivation.

As for why he was here at the Mu Manor… word of Bai Ruoxi’s visit must have reached him.

Interesting. Mu Zhi’an took a sip of his tea, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

In order to change his fate as a supporting character, he had deliberately acted against type.

For example, if the old Mu Zhi’an had been subjected to Bai Ruoxi’s advances, he wouldn’t have been able to control himself. He would have undoubtedly taken advantage of the situation.

And that’s when Ye Yu, the “protagonist,” would have made his grand entrance, rescuing his damsel in distress and winning her heart.

Bai Ruoxi, who already harbored resentment towards their arranged marriage, would have likely developed feelings for her hero.

However, Mu Zhi’an had chosen a different path. Not only had he agreed to consider helping the Bai family, but he had also earned Bai Ruoxi’s gratitude.

With this turn of events, the usual face-slapping trope was unlikely to play out.

Still, it wouldn’t hurt to observe a little longer.

“Miss Bai,” Mu Zhi’an said with a smile, “aren’t you going to greet your childhood sweetheart?”

Bai Ruoxi frowned slightly. “Don’t tease me, Young Master Mu,” she replied softly. “We were merely childhood companions. We aren’t that close.”

For some reason, his words left her feeling inexplicably annoyed.

“Very well.”

Mu Zhi’an chuckled, unconcerned by her reaction. He raised his voice. “Elder Ren! Show him in.”

As if an invisible barrier had been lifted, a young man in a plain robe rushed into the hall, his face etched with worry.

“Miss Bai, it’s getting late,” Mu Zhi’an said casually. “Since Young Master Ye is here to escort you home, I’ll leave you in his capable hands.”

“I’m perfectly capable of returning on my own,” Bai Ruoxi said, frowning. She couldn’t shake off the inexplicable wave of disgust that washed over her at the sight of Ye Yu.

The young man strode towards them, his gaze sweeping over Bai Ruoxi before landing on Mu Zhi’an. He wasn’t conventionally handsome, but there was a certain charm to his features.

His eyes narrowed slightly. He stepped in front of Bai Ruoxi, facing the other man. “Don’t worry, Ruoxi,” he said, his voice firm. “I’ll protect you.”

His eyes held a flicker of the confidence he’d possessed in his days as a prodigy.

Others might see him as a failure, but they didn’t know that he was on the verge of a breakthrough. He had already reached the peak of Qi Condensation. One more step, and he would reclaim his rightful place as a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

He might have fallen behind his peers, but with his talent, he was confident he would catch up within three months.

He had no doubt.

Recently, he’d encountered a fortuitous opportunity within his clan.

The old Ye Yu, the monstrous genius, was back. And he was determined to prove it to the world, especially to Bai Ruoxi.

However, before he could continue, Bai Ruoxi cut him off with a cold stare. “I don’t need your protection.”

There had been a time, when they were younger, when she had seen him as an older brother figure. But ever since she’d learned of their arranged marriage, her attitude towards him had shifted drastically.

She hated the feeling of having her life planned out for her, especially when she had never harbored any romantic feelings for him.

Ye Yu faltered, then seemed to realize something. He whirled around to face Mu Zhi’an, his eyes blazing with fury. “You threatened her, didn’t you?!”

“Have you no shame, Young Master Mu?!”

His gaze was filled with unconcealed hatred.

It wasn’t difficult to understand his anger. His childhood sweetheart, the most beautiful woman in Tianxuan City, had come to the home of this notorious playboy late at night. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what might have transpired.

A faint blush still lingered on Bai Ruoxi’s cheeks, lending her an air of alluring charm that she usually didn’t possess.

He’d never even held her hand, and yet…

Ye Yu’s fists clenched involuntarily, his eyes burning with rage.

Mu Zhi’an simply smiled pleasantly. “I assure you, Young Master Ye, I haven’t done anything.”

“You expect me to believe that you didn’t force Ruoxi to come here tonight? Do you even hear yourself, Young Master Mu?!”

The entire city knew of Mu Zhi’an’s pursuit of Bai Ruoxi. With the Bai family in such a precarious position, Bai Ruoxi had no choice but to seek help from the Mu family.

And Ye Yu refused to believe that this notorious playboy wouldn’t take advantage of the situation.

Well, if you insist.

Mu Zhi’an chuckled inwardly. “Is that all, Young Master Ye?”

Ye Yu clenched his fists tighter, his gaze unwavering. “Don’t you have anything else to say for yourself?”

Mu Zhi’an pretended to ponder this for a moment. “You mean my impressions? Quite delightful, actually.”

Bai Ruoxi’s eyes widened. Remembering her earlier actions, she glared at Mu Zhi’an, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. However, she didn’t offer an explanation.

Ye Yu, seeing red, couldn’t hold back any longer. He lunged at Mu Zhi’an, his fist cocked back.

Before his fist could connect, Bai Ruoxi reacted. She stepped between them, intercepting Ye Yu’s attack. “Young Master Mu was merely joking,” she said, her voice laced with annoyance. “He didn’t lay a finger on me.”

Ye Yu refused to listen. “Ruoxi, if he forced himself on you, just tell me. The Mu family might be powerful, but that doesn’t give them the right to treat you like this!”

“He was just teasing you, Ye Yu. Young Master Mu isn’t that kind of person,” Bai Ruoxi said through gritted teeth.

Mu Zhi’an had finally agreed to consider helping the Bai family. If Ye Yu’s actions ruined everything, the consequences would be dire.

“Don’t be naive, Ruoxi!” Ye Yu scoffed. “Everyone knows what Mu Zhi’an is capable of! You honestly expect me to believe that he invited you here late at night and didn’t try anything?”

Bai Ruoxi snapped. “What do you want from me? Do you want me to strip naked and prove it to you?!”

She was furious. To be accused of something she hadn’t done, especially in front of Mu Zhi’an… it was infuriating!

Ye Yu froze, taken aback by her outburst.

Bai Ruoxi’s attire today was particularly alluring. Her white skin seemed to glow in the candlelight, drawing the eye.

Ye Yu’s gaze lingered on her flushed cheeks, and he swallowed involuntarily.

Bai Ruoxi noticed his reaction, and her disgust deepened. She shoved him away. “Don’t ever come near me again.”

“Ruoxi, wait!” Ye Yu pleaded. “Even if the Bai family is struggling, we can face it together! I’m not the same person I used to be. You don’t have to lower yourself to this… I can protect you!”

“What I choose to do with my body is none of your business!” Bai Ruoxi snapped.

Ye Yu stared at her, his heart consumed by a jealous rage.

She’d changed. The old Bai Ruoxi would never have spoken to him like this. But tonight, she was cold and distant. And it was all because of Mu Zhi’an!

He grabbed his teacup and hurled its contents at Mu Zhi’an.

Mu Zhi’an didn’t even flinch. He simply raised a hand, stopping Wei Mengrou, who was about to intervene, from stepping forward.

Wei Mengrou bit back a sigh, watching the drama unfold with a detached amusement.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” Bai Ruoxi cried, rushing forward and pushing Ye Yu aside. She whipped out a handkerchief and began dabbing at the tea stain on Mu Zhi’an’s clothes.

She whirled around to face Ye Yu, her eyes blazing. “Get out!”

Ye Yu stood there, stunned and speechless. “But Ruoxi, let me take you home—”

“We’re not even friends, Ye Yu. I don’t need you to walk me home! I can take care of myself!”

Her words were a clear message, both to Ye Yu and to Mu Zhi’an. She was drawing a line in the sand.

Mu Zhi’an looked down at the woman kneeling before him, gently patting her head. “It’s getting late, Miss Bai,” he said with a smile. “You should head home. I’ll be fine.”

…

After both Ye Yu and Bai Ruoxi had departed, Mu Zhi’an casually picked up the handkerchief Bai Ruoxi had used to clean his clothes. He folded it neatly and placed it on the table.

“Where are you going, Mengrou?” he asked, turning to face his bodyguard.

Wei Mengrou, who had been about to follow the others, paused. “Before leaving Tianxuan City, Madam instructed me to ensure that no harm came to you, Young Master,” she said calmly. “I’m going to teach that Ye Yu a lesson.”

She added, “Besides, even if I didn’t do anything, you’d just order me to do it anyway, wouldn’t you?”

Mu Zhi’an’s reputation as a bully was well-earned. He’d made plenty of enemies, and there had been times when those enemies had tried to retaliate.

Some had even succeeded. But those who did were always dealt with swiftly and harshly by Wei Mengrou… usually after Mu Zhi’an returned home in tears and complained to her.

Over time, she’d grown accustomed to such tasks.

However, to her surprise, this time, Mu Zhi’an simply shook his head. “It’s late, Mengrou. You should get some rest. It’s not worth your time.”

Wei Mengrou stared at him, dumbfounded. “You… you’re not going to make me teach him a lesson?”

Normally, he’d be throwing a tantrum, demanding that she make Ye Yu pay.

Yet, today, he was oddly calm…

Come to think of it, she could have stopped Ye Yu from throwing that tea… but the young master had stopped her…

What was he planning?

She couldn’t help but study him more closely.

Mu Zhi’an casually dabbed at his clothes with the handkerchief, then stood up and stretched. “There’s no rush,” he said with a cryptic smile. “You’ll understand in time.”

Chapter 6: Wait, Am I About to Get Slapped in the Face?

Mu Manor, side hall.

Mu Zhi’an, now changed into fresh clothes, entered the elegant hall and laid eyes on the renowned beauty of Tianxuan City.

Unlike their daytime encounter, tonight, she wore a white double-breasted jacket that complemented her graceful figure. The cinched waist of her long skirt accentuated her ample bosom and slender waist, while below the hem peeked a pair of delicate, light-colored boots.

Her hair was styled simply with a jade hairpin, a few loose strands framing her delicate and captivating face, lending her a touch of exotic beauty.

She cradled a cup of freshly brewed tea in her hands, her gaze downcast, seemingly lost in thought. She was so engrossed that she didn’t even notice Mu Zhi’an’s arrival.

Mu Zhi’an took a seat beside her without a word, poured himself a cup of tea, and quietly observed the beauty in her contemplative state.

After a while, Bai Ruoxi seemed to snap out of her reverie. She turned her head slightly, her lips parting in surprise.

“Young Master Mu? When did you arrive?”

She quickly lowered her head in apology. “Forgive me. I was preoccupied with other matters and didn’t notice your presence.”

Mu Zhi’an shook his head, a gentle smile gracing his lips. “It’s quite alright. I don’t mind in the slightest.”

He paused, then continued, his tone shifting slightly. “Speaking of which, I must confess to a bit of curiosity. What brings you to the Mu Manor at such a late hour, Miss Bai, especially on a night like this?”

It was already past hai shi—in modern terms, past eleven o’clock at night.

It was well past bedtime for most. For Bai Ruoxi to brave the heavy rain and venture out so late at night, there had to be a pressing reason.

Bai Ruoxi seemed to stiffen. She opened and closed her mouth several times, unable to find the words.

Her slender fingers nervously pleated the fabric of her skirt, her eyes filled with conflict.

An awkward silence descended upon the hall.

Mu Zhi’an regarded her curiously, then took a sip of his tea, breaking the silence. “Miss Bai, if there’s nothing else, I’ll have someone escort you back.”

He made to stand.

Panic surged through Bai Ruoxi. She reached out and placed her hand on his arm, stopping him. “Young Master Mu, please. I truly do need your help.”

Mu Zhi’an sighed softly. “If this isn’t about the Bai family, I’m all ears.”

Bai Ruoxi froze. She stared at him, her eyes a mix of confusion and despair.

Initially, she’d assumed that Mu Zhi’an, blinded by his infatuation, would jump at the chance to solve the Bai family’s problems. After all, it was the perfect opportunity to win her favor. The young master of the Mu family, swooping in to save the day and claiming the beauty as his reward. It was a classic tale.

However, in the span of a single day, Mu Zhi’an had changed.

He no longer seemed to care about the “goddess” he’d once pursued.

Bai Ruoxi couldn’t tell if he was truly over her or if he was merely waiting for her to make the first move. But right now, she didn’t have a choice.

The Bai family was backed into a corner by the Gongsun family and the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce. Regardless of Mu Zhi’an’s intentions, her only option was to swallow her pride and beg for his help—to plead with the very wastrel she’d secretly scorned.

BOOM!

A clap of thunder echoed through the hall, followed by a gust of wind that extinguished the candles, plunging the room into darkness.

As Mu Zhi’an reached to relight the candles, he felt a delicate hand on his arm.

The touch was cool and soft, sending a shiver down his spine. He turned his head instinctively.

At that moment, a flash of lightning illuminated Bai Ruoxi’s flawless face.

She had unfastened the top two buttons of her jacket, revealing a hint of smooth, pale skin. She reached for his hand, her eyes shimmering with a alluring light.

“You mentioned needing sufficient incentive, Young Master Mu,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. “Would this suffice?”

“……”

Mu Zhi’an was speechless.

He’d imagined countless ways Bai Ruoxi might react to his rejection, but this… this was unexpected.

Bai Ruoxi was a proud woman. If there were three slots for Tianxuan City in the Two Polarities Sect, her talent alone would secure her one.

She had no shortage of admirers. She was the dream girl of countless young men in Tianxuan City.

Mu Zhi’an frowned slightly. He squeezed her hand gently. “Miss Bai, I’m not that kind of person,” he said, clearing his throat.

Bai Ruoxi bit her lip, stealing a glance at him, her eyes welling up. But she didn’t pull away.

She’d already prepared herself for this.

Did he intend to… do it right here in the hall?

A blush crept up her cheeks. She felt a surge of both resistance and resignation.

Resistance, because despite his handsome features, Mu Zhi’an’s past behavior disgusted her.

Resignation, because the Bai family was in dire straits. She had no other choice.

Closing her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, she tilted her head up, offering him her lips. In the flickering light of the rekindled candles, they glistened enticingly.

Mu Zhi’an stared at her for a long moment, then sighed softly. He gently pried her hand away from his.

Bai Ruoxi’s eyes fluttered open. She looked up at him, her gaze filled with confusion. “Young Master Mu?”

“Miss Bai, I believe you misunderstood my words.” Mu Zhi’an took a sip of his tea. “I said I needed something of value to persuade the Mu family, not something of value to persuade me.”

The distinction might have seemed minor, but in reality, it was significant.

If it were up to him alone, he’d gladly accept either Bai Ruoxi or the Meridian Connecting Pill. In fact, he wouldn’t say no to a beautiful woman offering herself to him.

But to involve the entire Mu family, a more substantial bargaining chip was required.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Miss Bai.”

He looked at her flawless face. She was so perfect she seemed almost unreal. But right now, her eyes held a hint of sadness that would have melted the heart of any other man.

“A woman’s true allure lies in her dignity and grace. Those qualities are what made you so captivating, Miss Bai.”

“You should cherish them.”

He reached across the table and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Then he patted her shoulder gently.

“As for the Bai family… this is not something you can handle alone. Let it go.”

Bai Ruoxi stared at him, stunned.

Had he rejected her?

Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that the most beautiful woman in Tianxuan City would be turned down, especially by the notorious rake that was Mu Zhi’an.

It was laughable. Utterly absurd!

No one would believe that Mu Zhi’an had rejected her advances.

Mu Zhi’an glanced towards the doorway, where Wei Mengrou stood silently in the shadows. “Mengrou,” he said casually, “please see Miss Bai out.”

He winked at Wei Mengrou, as if to say, “What do you think? Don’t I look like a perfect gentleman?”

Wei Mengrou, her sword strapped to her back, stood tall in the doorway. Her long hair, draped over one shoulder, gave her an air of capable confidence.

She glanced at the seemingly gentle and refined young man before her. Noticing his self-satisfied smirk, she rolled her eyes and turned away dismissively.

Mu Zhi’an chuckled to himself, unfazed by her reaction.

It couldn’t be helped. His reputation as the bully, Mu Zhi’an, was too deeply rooted to be easily erased. It would take time and effort to change her perception of him. But he was determined to do so.

“This way, Miss Bai,” Wei Mengrou said, turning to Bai Ruoxi.

Bai Ruoxi, still reeling from the shock, rose to her feet and followed Wei Mengrou towards the door.

She paused after taking a few steps, then turned back to look at the young man seated calmly in the hall. “Is there truly nothing you can do, Young Master Mu?” she asked softly.

Her voice was devoid of its usual arrogance. Instead, it was tinged with a strange mix of emotions.

This young man… he’d changed overnight. Initially, she’d assumed that he was after her. But now, it seemed she’d been mistaken.

When Mu Zhi’an didn’t answer, her smile turned wistful.

Without the Mu family’s help, the Bai family would likely crumble.

She bowed politely to Mu Zhi’an and turned to leave.

Suddenly, Mu Zhi’an spoke. “I’ll need some time to consider this matter.”

This situation involved both the Gongsun family and the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce. Intervening rashly, while it might force them to back down, would undoubtedly create resentment.

However, he couldn’t simply stand by and watch as the Bai family was crushed. If such a powerful family were to be swallowed whole by the Gongsun and the Chamber of Commerce, who knew what ambitions they might set their sights on next?

Bai Ruoxi’s eyes widened, a flicker of hope igniting within them. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Mu Zhi’an waved his hand dismissively.

Bai Ruoxi nodded in understanding and turned to leave.

Just then, a commotion erupted outside.

“Let me in! Ruoxi is in danger!”

A young man’s voice, frantic and high-pitched, cut through the night.

Mu Zhi’an’s lips curled into a knowing smile. He turned to Bai Ruoxi. “It seems your knight in shining armor has arrived.”

Bai Ruoxi’s childhood sweetheart, the once-gifted, now-fallen Ye Yu, had arrived.

The “protagonist” has entered the stage. Is this where I get slapped in the face? Mu Zhi’an thought to himself, taking a sip of his tea.

He turned towards the entrance, a strange sense of anticipation building within him.

 

Chapter 5: Bai Ruoxi’s Decision

Bai Manor.

In a side hall, a beautiful woman sat restlessly, her gaze drifting aimlessly towards the entrance. She seemed lost in thought.

This was Bai Yuanfeng, the mistress of the Bai family and Bai Ruoxi’s mother.

She wore a pink and white double-breasted top and a light-colored skirt. Her beauty, while present, was not particularly striking.

It was hard to imagine how a woman of such ordinary appearance could give birth to a daughter as breathtaking as Bai Ruoxi.

Two teacups sat on the table, their contents long gone cold.

Bai Yuanfeng had been waiting anxiously in this side hall for her daughter’s return for almost an hour now. Every passing moment was a torment.

The Bai family was a shadow of its former glory, suppressed by the Gongsun family and the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce. To make matters worse, news had just arrived that her husband, returning from a neighboring city, had been ambushed by three mysterious cultivators and was now gravely injured.

The head of the Bai family was currently fighting for his life.

Bai Yuanfeng’s heart was heavy with worry.

Their only hope now lay in the Mu family’s intervention.

And the success of that intervention rested entirely on the outcome of her daughter’s negotiation.

As she waited anxiously, a figure appeared in the doorway. A flicker of hope sparked in Bai Yuanfeng’s eyes. She rose to her feet and hurried forward.

“Ruoxi! What did the Mu family say?”

Under her mother’s intense gaze, Bai Ruoxi felt a surge of pressure. She averted her eyes, unable to meet her mother’s expectant stare.

Finally, she spoke, her voice barely a whisper. “He refused.”

Bai Yuanfeng’s face fell. She collapsed back onto her chair, defeated.

Bai Ruoxi couldn’t bear to see her mother like this. She turned away slightly.

“What did Young Master Mu say?” Bai Yuanfeng asked, forcing her eyes open. They were filled with despair.

Bai Ruoxi hesitated, biting her lip. “He wants the Meridian Connecting Pill,” she murmured.

“Absolutely not!” Bai Yuanfeng’s eyes flashed with anger, her voice sharp. “The Meridian Connecting Pill is our family’s greatest treasure! It’s our only hope of surpassing the other families and becoming the most powerful clan in Tianxuan City! Handing it over to the Mu family would be suicide!”

She paused, then looked at her daughter with a suspicious glint in her eye. “Am I mistaken, or has that young master of the Mu family been pursuing you relentlessly? Why would he refuse your request so bluntly?”

Bai Ruoxi lowered her gaze, her long eyelashes casting shadows on her beautiful face.

“He said that if he were to help, it would come at a price,” she said softly. “Either the Meridian Connecting Pill, or…”

She trailed off, biting her lip again. “Or… me.”

She looked up at her mother, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and hope.

Bai Ruoxi had always been treated as the precious pearl of the Bai family. Her father doted on her endlessly. But now, faced with such a dire situation, she didn’t know what decision her family would make.

She heard her mother murmur, as if to herself, “Of course that makes sense. I knew Young Master Mu wouldn’t give up on you so easily.”

Bai Ruoxi’s heart sank at her mother’s words. Bai Yuanfeng, on the other hand, seemed to relax.

“What did you tell him?” she asked.

“I haven’t given him an answer. What do you think I should do, Mother?” Bai Ruoxi stared at her mother, her clear eyes searching for guidance.

Bai Yuanfeng smiled at her daughter. “Young Master Mu is still young and quite handsome. And you know about his family’s status. Marrying into the Mu family would be a boon for both you and our family.”

Bai Ruoxi remained silent for a moment. She looked her mother in the eye, her voice cold. “Everyone in Tianxuan City knows about Young Master Mu’s wicked deeds. I hear he even forced his attentions on another man’s wife recently. I refuse to marry someone like that!”

“This is not your decision to make!” Bai Yuanfeng’s voice took on a sharp edge. “As your parents, we will decide who you marry!”

Bai Ruoxi opened her mouth to argue, but then closed it again, swallowing her words.

Bai Yuanfeng noticed her daughter’s hesitation. Her tone softened. She reached out and took Bai Ruoxi’s hand, her voice gentle. “Ruoxi, you are our family’s only hope. If the Mu family won’t help us, then who will? Are we supposed to rely on that childhood sweetheart of yours?”

“Perhaps, years ago, he might have been of some use. But now…” Bai Yuanfeng scoffed. “I never liked that Ye Yu. Who knows, maybe this misfortune befell our family because of that good-for-nothing jinx! Maybe his bad luck rubbed off on us!”

“Yes! It must be his fault! As if losing his cultivation wasn’t bad enough, now he’s brought ruin upon our family! He’s nothing but a cursed blight on our lives!”

“Mother, please stop it!” Bai Ruoxi whispered, cutting her mother off. She didn’t argue with her assessment of Ye Yu.

After a moment of silence, she spoke again.

“I’ll… I’ll go back and see if I can reason with Young Master Mu”

As she spoke, she clenched her hands into fists beneath her sleeves, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions.

She couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was different about Mu Zhi’an today. His gaze, while still lingering on her, didn’t hold the same blatant desire as before… And his demeanor seemed to have undergone a subtle shift.

If she hadn’t known him before, she might have been taken in by his gentlemanly facade. She might have even found herself attracted to him.

Bai Ruoxi looked at her mother, then glanced around the empty hall.

Normally, at this hour, the hall would be bustling with visitors, servants bustling about, serving tea and refreshments.

But now, the servants had all fled, and their former associates avoided them like the plague.

The once-grand Bai Manor felt desolate and empty.

Bai Ruoxi’s gaze swept across the hall, a mix of emotions swirling within her. Finally, her clenched fists relaxed. She raised her hand to her chest, her fingers toying with the bodice of her dress. It seemed she had reached a decision.

…

Mu Manor, training grounds.

“Haah!”

Mu Zhi’an gripped his sword tightly, swinging it repeatedly at the woman standing calmly opposite him.

Wei Mengrou, with an air of effortless grace, dodged each of his attacks with ease.

After several rounds, Mu Zhi’an was panting heavily. Wei Mengrou, on the other hand, looked as if she hadn’t even broken a sweat. “Let’s take a break,” she said calmly. “You’re doing well today.”

Normally, Mu Zhi’an would start complaining after only a short while of training. But today, he had persevered for a full hour. Even Wei Mengrou was surprised by his sudden dedication.

She watched as he collapsed onto the ground, a curious look on her face. “Did something happen?” she asked.

Although she disapproved of his usual behavior, Mu Zhi’an was still a member of the family she served. If he had been wronged by someone outside, she would not hesitate to intervene.

Mu Zhi’an shook his head with a smile. “I just realized how fortunate I am to have such a skilled instructor. I’d be a fool not to make the most of it.”

Wei Mengrou gave him a sideways glance. “Oh?”

Since when was he so eager to train? Something must have happened to motivate him.

Either that, or he was trying to get her attention. He’d tried that tactic before, but she’d seen through it every time.

Mu Zhi’an simply smiled at her skeptical expression, choosing not to elaborate.

He meant every word he said. Wei Mengrou was a Core Formation Realm cultivator. Having the opportunity to learn from her was a rare privilege. His past self had been too blind to realize what he had.

However, it would take time to change her perception of him. The image of the wastrel young master was too deeply ingrained. He would just have to be patient.

Mu Zhi’an sighed inwardly. After a short rest, he rose to his feet and resumed his training.

Time flew by, and soon evening arrived.

Wei Mengrou sheathed her sword and looked down at the panting young man sitting on the ground. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret.

If only he could maintain this level of dedication every day. He had so much potential. Unfortunately, she suspected this was nothing more than a passing phase.

After all, Mu Zhi’an had shown bursts of enthusiasm for training before, only to lose interest after a few days.

Cultivation required unwavering commitment. Without it, true progress was impossible.

After nearly two hours of training, Mu Zhi’an left the training grounds. He ate dinner and returned to his room.

Exhausted from the day’s exertions, he felt a wave of fatigue wash over him as soon as he lay down.

However, instead of drifting off to sleep, he sat up in bed and crossed his legs, focusing on drawing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth with each breath, guiding it into the “vessel” within his body.

His spar with Wei Mengrou had ignited something within him. He was filled with a newfound zeal for cultivation, and he was determined to seize this opportunity.

As the night deepened, the rain outside intensified, transforming into a torrential downpour. Mu Zhi’an remained seated on his bed, absorbed in his cultivation. Two hours passed, and still, he persisted.

Knock. Knock.

A soft knock sounded from the door.

Mu Zhi’an slowly opened his eyes. “What is it?”

“Young Master, Miss Bai Ruoxi requests an audience in the main hall,” a servant’s voice called out respectfully from beyond the door.

Bai Ruoxi?

To come looking for him at such a late hour. Had she made up her mind? Mu Zhi’an pondered for a moment. “Tell her I’ll be there shortly. I need to change.”

Chapter 4: Who the Hell Do You Think You Are?

Outside the window, the rain intensified, the droplets cascading off the eaves like strings of pearls. The water splashed on the ground, enveloping the surroundings in a misty haze.

Mu Zhi’an turned his head towards the window, his fingers tapping lightly on the table. He didn’t answer immediately, choosing instead to gaze out at the rain, seemingly lost in thought.

He still didn’t know the black-robed man’s true identity. If he agreed to cooperate, it would likely involve joining forces with this mysterious figure to eliminate Ye Yu, the supposed “Chosen One.”

With Ye Yu out of the picture, and the engagement broken, manipulating Bai Ruoxi into becoming his would be a simple task.

But would it truly be that easy?

Ye Yu, as the “protagonist,” was undoubtedly blessed with immense luck and destiny. Eliminating him wouldn’t be a walk in the park.

Furthermore, it was obvious why this black-robed individual had sought him out. They must have done their research, uncovering his reputation as the notorious playboy of the Mu family. Bai Ruoxi was merely bait to lure him in.

Refusing the black-robed man’s offer carried its own risks. Firstly, he would likely attract the ire of this mysterious and powerful figure. Secondly, the man might seek out other factions in Tianxuan City to collaborate with.

After weighing the pros and cons, Mu Zhi’an finally spoke. “Who are you?”

“Who I am is not important,” the black-robed man replied, his voice raspy. “What matters is that removing Ye Yu from the equation benefits you greatly.”

He continued his attempt at persuasion. “A woman as exceptional as Miss Bai deserves better than to be tied down to a cripple. And she herself is unhappy with this arrangement. Eliminate Ye Yu, and she will be yours, Young Master Mu.”

“Cooperating with me is a win-win situation.”

Who the hell do you think you are.

Mu Zhi’an wiped away the sweat that had gathered on his brow, exasperated by the man’s audacity. He considered his next words carefully, then looked up with a smile. “Very well. After the deed is done, Bai Ruoxi will be mine. As for Ye Yu, he is of no use to me. You’re welcome to do with him as you please.”

The black-robed man grinned, revealing a set of pearly white teeth. He extended his hand. “You’re a smart man, Young Master Mu. A pleasure doing business with you.”

As he spoke, he discreetly withdrew the poisoned needles he had hidden in his other sleeve. Had Mu Zhi’an refused, those needles would now be embedded in his flesh.

“The pleasure is all mine.”

Mu Zhi’an clasped the black-robed man’s hand.

“I’ll be in touch in the next few days with further instructions, Young Master,” the man said, his cold gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an. “Until then.”

“Consider it a mutually beneficial partnership,” Mu Zhi’an replied with a warm smile.

He watched as the black-robed man departed, his expression turning serious once he was alone.

That man was a Core Formation Realm cultivator. There was no doubt he was part of a faction operating outside of Tianxuan City. While Mu Zhi’an had no idea why they were interested in Ye Yu, he knew he had to tread carefully.

As for agreeing to cooperate, at least for now, it didn’t seem to pose any threat to the Mu family.

However, it wouldn’t hurt to take some precautions. Mu Zhi’an thought for a moment, then looked towards a cabinet to his left. “You can come out now, Mengrou.”

As if on cue, a slender figure emerged from behind the cabinet.

The woman wore a plain dress, her ample bosom straining against the fabric. A strand of hair had fallen loose, framing her delicate, yet cold, features. Her gaze was fixed intently on Mu Zhi’an.

“Thank you for your assistance, Mengrou,” Mu Zhi’an said, turning to face Wei Mengrou with a smile.

The black-robed man’s intelligence network had failed him. He’d assumed he’d uncovered everything there was to know about the Mu family, but he hadn’t anticipated that they would assign a Core Formation Realm expert as a mere servant to protect their young master.

Had the man attempted anything rash, he would have faced Wei Mengrou’s wrath before he could even blink.

In short, the black-robed man had only seen the tip of the iceberg. He’d assumed Mu Zhi’an was on the first level, while he himself was on the second. In reality, Mu Zhi’an was playing on the fifth.

It was precisely because he knew Wei Mengrou was nearby that Mu Zhi’an had dared to converse so calmly with the black-robed man.

“That man… he’s strong,” Wei Mengrou said quietly, her gaze following the path the black-robed man had taken.

Mu Zhi’an glanced at the curvaceous maid. “If you’d attacked, would you have been able to stop him?”

“Thirty percent chance of success,” Wei Mengrou replied. She turned to look at Mu Zhi’an, noticing his surprised expression. “Sixty percent if I was serious.”

“And even if he escaped, he wouldn’t make it out of the Mu Manor,” she added. “Elder Ren is waiting outside.”

Mu Zhi’an nodded slowly.

Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul, Soul Transformation, Dao Integration—these were the six major realms of cultivation in this world. Each realm represented a significant leap in power.

Elder Ren was at the seventh level of the Core Formation Realm. If he chose to intervene, the black-robed man wouldn’t stand a chance.

However, there was no need to resort to that just yet. Until they uncovered the man’s identity and his motives for targeting Ye Yu, it was best not to alert him to their suspicions.

“What are you planning to do?” Wei Mengrou asked. “Help him eliminate Ye Yu?”

Mu Zhi’an shook his head. “I need to find out who that man is and why he’s interested in a cripple like Ye Yu. There must be something more to this than meets the eye. Otherwise, there would be no need to involve a Core Formation Realm expert.”

“I’ll have someone look into it,” Wei Mengrou said with a nod. “What about Bai Ruoxi?”

“She must have already asked for your help, hasn’t she?”

Mu Zhi’an smiled. “She did. But I’ll need to see what the Bai family is willing to offer in return.”

“Like offering you Bai Ruoxi as a concubine?” Wei Mengrou asked, raising an eyebrow.

Mu Zhi’an shook his head. “Bai Ruoxi doesn’t interest me in the slightest.”

Women would only hinder his cultivation progress.

“Right.”

Wei Mengrou didn’t bother hiding her disbelief. She looked at the handsome young man before her and said, “I’ll be waiting for you at the training grounds.”

It was clear that Mu Zhi’an’s past actions had made it impossible for her to take him seriously.

Mu Zhi’an simply smiled in response. There was no need for further explanation.

Wei Mengrou would soon learn that he was telling the truth.

He had absolutely no interest in the so-called most beautiful woman in Tianxuan City!

Chapter 3: The Ally of a Villain is Also a Villain

“I miscalculated! I didn’t expect ‘Inborn Celestial Vessel’ to mean this…” Mu Zhi’an stared at the description next to the title on the interface, speechless.

In the world of Xianxia, the Dantian was like a cauldron, a furnace within a cultivator’s body. Cultivators absorbed spiritual energy from the heavens and earth into their Dantian.

However, Mu Zhi’an’s body was naturally a vessel. In other words, some cultivators could use him as a cauldron, absorbing the spiritual energy within his Dantian for their own use.

This was an incredibly rare and valuable asset.

“This vessel secret must be kept hidden” Mu Zhi’an immediately came to this conclusion.

His existence was akin to a priceless treasure. If someone were to discover his true nature, even as the young master of the Mu family, he would never sleep soundly again.

Pushing these thoughts aside for the moment, Mu Zhi’an walked over to a bookshelf and pulled out a thin booklet.

As one of the most powerful families in Tianxuan City, the Mu family naturally possessed a wealth of knowledge. Information that was impossible to find elsewhere could be unearthed within the walls of the Mu Manor.

The booklet in Mu Zhi’an’s hand contained stories about the Two Polarities Sect. Since he was planning to attend the entrance examination in a few days, it wouldn’t hurt to familiarize himself with the sect beforehand.

Mu Zhi’an pulled up a chair by the window and sat down, the gentle autumn rain creating a hazy backdrop. Outside, leaves fell from the trees, adding to the desolate atmosphere.

The young man, with his jet-black hair and pale, almost sickly complexion, possessed a strikingly handsome face. He held the booklet in his hand, leaning back in his chair, his head slightly bowed as he read. He looked every bit the scholarly gentleman.

“…Millennia ago, the Two Polarities Sect was once led by an Empress. She resonated with the Heavenly Dao, stepped into the Dao Integration Realm, ascended, and became an immortal, leaving an indelible mark on history. Legend has it that the Empress exists in harmony with heaven and earth, transcending the mortal realm. As such, she no longer directly governs the Two Polarities Sect. With such a powerful being safeguarding the sect, it’s no wonder the Two Polarities Sect remains a coveted destination for aspiring cultivators…”

Mu Zhi’an couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotion as he read the description.

A Dao Integration Realm expert watching over the Two Polarities Sect, even if her current status was unknown, was enough to make countless geniuses yearn to join.

Moreover, in this chaotic world, the Two Polarities Sect was a sanctuary. Once within its gates, cultivators no longer had to fear their enemies.

No one dared to even think about harming anyone within the sect.

The Two Polarities Sect had faced countless challenges in the past, but all those who dared to threaten it were swiftly dealt with upon setting foot within its boundaries.

This included even the most fearsome rogue cultivators.

After skimming through the booklet, Mu Zhi’an looked up at the rain outside the window and murmured, “The Two Polarities Sect, with its profound heritage. I’ll see it for myself when the entrance examination begins.”

He was actually quite interested in cultivation.

As he pondered this, something in the courtyard outside caught his eye—a “creature” gliding through the air.

It resembled a butterfly, flapping its papery wings as it danced gracefully in the rain. If one didn’t look closely, they might mistake it for an ordinary butterfly.

“A butterfly… No, a paper crane?”

Mu Zhi’an’s gaze sharpened. He reached out with his index finger, and the paper crane, as if pulled by an invisible string, flew towards him and landed gently on his fingertip.

Strangely, despite the rain, the paper crane remained completely dry.

“How peculiar. This paper crane seems to be imbued with spiritual energy. There shouldn’t be any cultivators of that level in Tianxuan City”

Mu Zhi’an muttered to himself. He carefully unfolded the paper crane and examined the message written inside.

The message read like the heartfelt outpouring of a sheltered young lady from a powerful family. It spoke of her longing for freedom, her desire to break free from the confines of her home and explore the world. She yearned to leave, but worried about the pain it would cause her family.

As for how the paper crane ended up here… it could only be attributed to fate.

The paper crane wasn’t specifically heading towards Mu Zhi’an. It just happened to be passing by when he intercepted it.

Mu Zhi’an pondered for a moment, then picked up a calligraphy brush, dipped it in ink, and penned a thoughtful reply on the back of the message. He then carefully folded the paper back into the shape of a crane and tossed it out the window.

As if possessing a mind of its own, the paper crane flapped its paper wings and soared into the sky, disappearing from view.

Mu Zhi’an set down the brush and gazed out at the rain.

After a long silence, he spoke, “Who’s there?”

The room remained silent save for the sound of the rain.

Raindrops pattered against the eaves, like strings of pearls cascading down, scattering like shattered jade in the wind.

Mu Zhi’an tapped his fingers lightly on the table. “If you don’t come out, I’ll have someone drag you out.”

He turned his head towards the shadows near the corner of the room.

After a long moment, the shadows flickered, and a figure clad in black robes materialized.

The figure was slender, its face obscured by the deep hood of its robe. A pair of cold eyes stared out at Mu Zhi’an from beneath the hood.

Mu Zhi’an’s eyes narrowed slightly as a surge of caution washed over him.

A Core Formation Realm cultivator. Not as strong as the maid in his household, but not far off either.

There shouldn’t be anyone like this in Tianxuan City.

Could this person be from outside?

“I’d heard rumors that the young master of the Mu family was a good-for-nothing obsessed with women,” the black-robed figure spoke, their voice raspy. “It seems those rumors were unfounded.”

“You’re wrong,” Mu Zhi’an replied calmly. “The rumors are true.”

“Oh?” the black-robed figure sounded intrigued. “If the rumors are true, then how did you detect my presence?”

“The part about me being obsessed with women is true.”

The black-robed figure fell silent for a moment.

Then they chuckled. “You’re quite the joker, Young Master Mu.”

Despite their casual demeanor, the black-robed figure was inwardly shocked. They were confident in their strength and their ability to conceal their presence. Yet, Mu Zhi’an had seen through their concealment with ease.

This could only mean that the young master’s strength was on par with their own.

Mu Zhi’an smiled. “A guest should be treated with courtesy. May I know your name?”

The black-robed figure shook their head. “Names are unimportant. I’m here because I have a proposition for you, Young Master Mu.”

Mu Zhi’an nodded. “I’m listening.”

“I hear you’ve been pursuing the apple of the Bai family’s eye,” the figure said, a malicious grin spreading across their face. “However, Bai Ruoxi has a childhood sweetheart, and they are quite close. Even with your status, Young Master Mu, winning her over through conventional means might prove difficult. Not to mention, it wouldn’t exactly be proper.”

Mu Zhi’an raised an eyebrow. “You seem to be quite well-informed.”

It was true that Bai Ruoxi had a childhood sweetheart—Ye Yu, the son of the Ye family patriarch.

Ye Yu was once considered a genius, but two years ago, for unknown reasons, his cultivation had mysteriously regressed. He was now no different from a cripple.

The Bai and Ye families had arranged a marriage between their children when they were young. Bai Ruoxi had thrown quite a few tantrums over it.

Although they were childhood friends, Bai Ruoxi had no feelings for Ye Yu. Learning that she was betrothed at such a young age had naturally displeased her.

“The Ye family is in decline, and Ye Yu is nothing more than a waste. He’s not worthy of Miss Bai.”

The black-robed figure chuckled, their smile cold and calculating. “The truth is, the Bai family also wishes to break off the engagement. They simply care too much about appearances to do it themselves. But if Ye Yu were no longer in the picture” the figure’s voice trailed off, their gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an.

The implication was clear.

They were asking Mu Zhi’an if he was willing to cooperate.

Chapter 1: I’m the Supporting Character?!

The carriage rumbled along the street, the rhythmic “clip-clop” of hooves echoing as it slowly made its way towards the Mu Manor. Mu Zhi’an leaned back against the plush cushions, turning his head to gaze out the window at the passing scenery. A light rain drifted down from the heavens, each drop creating countless ripples on the wet ground, like blooming lotuses.

The entire street was shrouded in a hazy mist, the gentle rain blurring the outlines of the moving carriage, the bustling vendors, and the surrounding buildings. It was a picturesque scene, imbued with an ancient charm.

Bai Ruoxi sat gracefully across from him. Turning her head slightly, she addressed him in a soft voice, “Young Master Mu, have you given the matter any further thought?” Her voice was as clear and cold as a mountain spring, yet her captivating peach blossom eyes held a captivating allure, a captivating blend of innocence and charm.

At this moment, however, the renowned beauty of Tianxuan City displayed an uncharacteristic humility before Mu Zhi’an. Despite her past disdain for this idle playboy, she was determined to maintain a facade of respect.

Seated beside Bai Ruoxi was a slender young man with soft black hair and a pale complexion, a consequence of years spent shielded from the sun. His attire was luxurious, hinting at a life of privilege and seclusion.

Well, to be precise, the young master of the Mu family was indeed a pampered soul.

The Mu family held significant influence in Tianxuan City, second only to one other. It was precisely this influence that led Bai Ruoxi to seek him out, forcing her to swallow her pride and offer him courtesy within the confines of this carriage.

“Young Master Mu?” When Mu Zhi’an remained silent, Bai Ruoxi called out again, her sweet voice soft and gentle.

Her words roused Mu Zhi’an from his thoughts. He turned his head slightly to look at Bai Ruoxi and replied with a faint smile, “When you mention ‘further thought,’ are you referring to me, or rather, the Mu family, helping you out of your current predicament?”

About half a month ago, the Bai family found themselves at odds with the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce due to some trade disputes. Soon after, the Chamber of Commerce began to discreetly sabotage the Bai family’s business. Initially, the Bai family, relying on their longstanding foundation in Tianxuan City, remained unafraid. However, they soon discovered that the Chamber of Commerce had secretly colluded with their rivals, the Gongsun family. Facing attacks on two fronts, the Bai family’s business rapidly declined.

In less than half a month, the Bai family’s shops had significantly downsized. If this continued, it was only a matter of time before their entire enterprise crumbled.

However, if the Mu family were to intervene, the situation would instantly turn around. With the Mu family’s influence in Tianxuan City, a single word from them would force both the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce and the Gongsun family to comply.

Bai Ruoxi nodded subtly, her eyes locking onto Mu Zhi’an’s as she softly pleaded, “If Young Master Mu is willing to help, the Bai family will certainly offer a satisfactory token of our gratitude.”

As she spoke, her hands nervously clutched the edges of her skirt, seemingly humiliated by her own request.

Any ordinary young man, witnessing such a beauty pleading with such helplessness and a voice that could enchant the very heavens, would have readily agreed in a heartbeat.

Mu Zhi’an couldn’t help but take another glance at Bai Ruoxi. She wore a white palace dress, her ample bosom straining against the fine fabric. Her long black hair was held in place by a simple jade hairpin, a single strand escaping to caress her delicate cheek. She exuded an alluring blend of aloofness and a hint of alluring sensuality, an irresistible combination for any man.

He had to admit, she was indeed a captivating beauty. Even Mu Zhi’an found himself captivated by her charm.

However, a faint smile soon spread across his face. He looked at Bai Ruoxi and asked, “What exactly do you mean by ‘a token of gratitude’? Could you be a bit more specific?”

Bai Ruoxi froze, clearly not expecting Mu Zhi’an to respond in such a manner. She stared at him, her lips parting slightly before closing again.

What exactly did ‘a token of gratitude’ entail? At this point, even she wasn’t sure.

Ultimately, her words were nothing more than an empty promise. Bai Ruoxi, or rather, the Bai family, hadn’t given any real thought to what they could possibly offer.

After all, Mu Zhi’an was smitten with her.

That reason alone should have sufficed. At least, that’s what her mother believed.

As expected…

Seeing Bai Ruoxi’s silence, Mu Zhi’an chuckled inwardly. Adopting a solemn tone, he said, “Miss Bai, you must understand that while the Mu family is indeed powerful, making enemies of two families without any benefit is not a wise move.”

“After all, if I were to intervene, it wouldn’t just be me, but the entire Mu family.”

Bai Ruoxi instinctively tightened her grip on her skirt, stealing a glance at Mu Zhi’an, her eyes filled with complex emotions. Was he trying to back her into a corner?

Mu Zhi’an had been pursuing Bai Ruoxi for quite some time, but the young woman had never accepted his advances.

However, she hadn’t outright rejected him either…

Because Mu Zhi’an was the young master of the Mu family, she believed he would be of great use to her in the future.

And now, the time had come when she needed his help… yet, he seemed reluctant.

Bai Ruoxi forced a sorrowful smile and said softly, “I understand that my past indifference towards Young Master Mu must have displeased you. If you wish to refuse my request, please just say so directly. There’s no need to beat around the bush.”

Mu Zhi’an sighed, “I’m not refusing you. It’s just that if I were to intervene, I would have to consider the Mu family’s interests. Even if I’m willing to help without any benefit, the Mu family wouldn’t agree.”

“Miss Bai, you need to understand that I’m not the only one who calls the shots in the Mu family.”

“Young Master Mu is well aware of the Bai family’s current predicament. What else could we possibly offer?” Bai Ruoxi raised her tear-filled eyes, her beautiful face a picture of helplessness.

Mu Zhi’an was taken aback. “Then should I just leave?”

Bai Ruoxi remained silent, her gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an.

This woman really thinks she can get away with this… Mu Zhi’an realized. Spreading his hands, he said, “It seems there’s nothing more to discuss.”

Mu Zhi’an turned and lifted the carriage curtain. Looking back at her, he said, “I’ll have the coachman escort you back. Good luck, Miss Bai.”

As Mu Zhi’an was about to leave, a flicker of panic crossed Bai Ruoxi’s eyes. She reached out and grabbed his arm, her soft body pressing against him.

Mu Zhi’an turned back to see Bai Ruoxi gazing at him with pleading eyes. In a voice soft enough to melt the strongest resolve, she said, “What would it take for Young Master Mu to help? Whatever it is, Ruoxi is willing to do it.”

Why does this make me feel like a villain forcing himself on a helpless woman? And what kind of misunderstanding does she have about me, thinking I’m trying to force her into something…

Mu Zhi’an sighed inwardly as he looked at her pitiful expression.

But soon, he felt a sense of relief.

It wasn’t surprising that his past reputation would lead to such misunderstandings.

A few days ago, Mu Zhi’an had transmigrated into this world.

To be precise, he had transmigrated long ago, but his young mind at the time couldn’t handle the influx of memories. It wasn’t until recently that the memories of his past life resurfaced.

As memories flooded back, washing over him like a tidal wave, Mu Zhi’an, now fully aware of his past deeds, realized just how many foolish things he had done.

The notorious young master of the Mu family, infamous for his wicked ways, had indulged in every vice imaginable. Brothels, gambling dens—he frequented them all.

Just a while ago, he had even set his sights on a beautiful widow.

Thankfully, his memories awakened just in time. Any later, and he would have been beyond redemption.

Mu Zhi’an glanced at the system interface, visible only to him, and sighed inwardly.

[Name: Mu Zhi’an]
[Role: Supporting Character]
[Achievements: Heaven’s Jealousy (Talentless), Inborn Celestial Vessel, Friend of the Antagonists.]

Yes, Mu Zhi’an’s role was that of a ‘supporting character.’

In other words, he was destined to become a stepping stone for the ‘protagonist.’

To put it in gaming terms, he was the elite mob, there solely for the protagonist to ‘level up.’

 

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Vessel = Furnace