I Shall Rewrite the Protagonists’ Fate

Sure enough, having a beautiful face had its advantages. How could an innocent and naive girl like Mò Lián possibly suspect that he harbored ill intentions toward her? It was no wonder that villains in most novels were portrayed as devastatingly handsome, while the protagonists were often comparatively ordinary.

Mò Lián's face grew gloomy, her expression darkening as his words struck a nerve.

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"What is this? Is this the true face of the Azure Cloud Sect? One of the six great sects of the Southern Desolate, stooping so low as to bully the weak to curry favor with the strong!"

"From the beginning to the end, not once did anyone think to ask the Azure Cloud Young Miss for her opinion! Today, I will demand justice on her behalf!"

"If staying silent in the face of power is what it means to be a disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect, then I renounce this discipleship!"

"But remember this, Sect Leader of Azure Cloud Sect: I, Yún Xiāo, will repay today's humiliation in the near future!"

The grand hall, resplendent in its majesty, stood witness to the defiant roar of a young disciple.

Yún Xiāo, a sturdy-looking youth with a sharp, handsome face and an unyielding aura, stood in the center of the hall. His fists were clenched tightly, his voice ringing with righteous fury as he stared down the elevated platform before him.

He was no ordinary youth—an Inner Sect Disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect—yet his boldness defied the weight of the hall's authority.

"WHAT AUDACITY?! How dare a mere Inner Sect Disciple confront the Sect Leader? Are you tired of living?"

An Inner Sect Elder, cloaked in an oppressive and terrifying aura, stood beside him. The Elder's expression had turned ashen with rage, veins bulging on his temple as he struggled to contain his fury. His fingers twitched, itching to silence this insolent boy with a single slap.

How dare this upstart desecrate the banquet Hall of the Azure Cloud Sect, one of the six pillars of the southern Desolate?

Worse still, today was a day of great celebration—the coronation of the Sect Leader's son. Delegates from countless sects and factions had gathered to bear witness to this momentous occasion. Instead, they now watched with raised brows and whispered murmurs as this spectacle unfolded in the hall.

Had it not been for his concern for the Sect's reputation, the Elder would have long since obliterated this insolent disciple with a single strike. Yet here he stood, his rage barely contained, while the hall brimmed with tension.

A wave of murmurs rippled through the crowd as the spectacle unfolded. Inner Sect disciples and guests from far-flung regions pointed at Yún Xiāo, their hushed voices brimming with scorn and amusement.

The expressions on their faces, as they watched his defiant stance, mirrored the gaze of someone entertained by a monkey performing tricks.

"Has Yún Xiāo lost his mind? What gave him the audacity to spout such nonsense in front of the Sect Leader himself?"

"What a fool. He was among the top Inner Sect disciples, and I even heard an Elder considered taking him in as their True Disciple. That's out of the question now."

Many sneered openly, their derision sharpening the tension in the air.

"I think he's courting death," one True Disciple muttered, his voice laced with frustration. "If this idiot provokes the Young Lord, our entire Azure Cloud Sect might suffer. Worse, the wrath of that Young Lord could engulf the whole southern Desolate."

The thought filled him with dread, but also a burning desire to crush Yún Xiāo himself.

Among the guests, Elders from various powers gathered for the coronation watched with keen interest, their expressions smug. For them, Yún Xiāo was nothing more than a performer in a farcical play, trying to challenge forces far beyond his station.

Finally, a voice broke through the murmurs like a thunderclap.

"So, you are Yún Xiāo?"

The voice was deep, steady, and commanding, each word carrying the weight of mountains.

A middle-aged man, seated at the center of the grand platform, had spoken. His previously closed eyes opened, revealing irises that glowed with golden light. The divine radiance flickered and flowed around him, radiating a terrifying majesty. The air in the hall grew heavy, and an oppressive aura descended upon everyone present.

This was the Sect Leader of the Azure Cloud Sect—an unrivaled master, whose presence silenced even the boldest whispers.

"You come from a small place in the Azure Territory. After crossing through a hundred dynasties, you finally earned the right to stand here as a disciple of my Azure Cloud Sect. And now, you dare renounce that identity?"

The Sect Leader's words echoed in the hall, each syllable pressing down like an iron hammer.

Yún Xiāo gritted his teeth as he felt the crushing weight of the Sect Leader's aura. Cold sweat beaded on his brow, but he refused to lower his head. His voice, trembling yet resolute, broke through the suffocating pressure.

"Sect Leader, I merely seek justice for the Young Miss! I cannot stand by and watch her be pushed into a pit of fire!"

The conviction in his words made the hall tremble with a righteous fervor. Yún Xiāo's eyes unconsciously drifted toward the woman standing among the gathered disciples.

She was stunning—her features graceful and refined, her gaze like the serene ripples of an autumn lake. Dressed in a flowing green gown of exquisite silk, her ethereal beauty seemed otherworldly. Her calm temperament, untouched by the chaos around her, made her appear as though she had descended from the heavens.

But despite Yún Xiāo's impassioned plea, her expression remained unmoved, as if none of it concerned her.

The Sect Leader's expression darkened, his tone growing icy.

"Pit of fire? Such bold words…"

A wave of realization swept through the onlookers, and their faces turned strange with suppressed laughter.

So that's what this was all about—Yún Xiāo's ridiculous outburst stemmed from his jealousy and indignation. He couldn't accept that another man would claim the stunning Young Miss he had adored in silence.

Though many shared his envy and reluctance, none were foolish enough to voice it in public. They had no intention of provoking the wrath of the man who now commanded the Sect Leader's respect.

All eyes shifted to the youth sitting next to the Sect Leader. He had been quiet all this time, sipping tea with an air of indifference, as if the drama before him was beneath his notice.

His demeanor was calm, but his presence felt overwhelming, a stark contrast to his unassuming posture.

He was Lei Ying.

The guests' hearts tightened. Unlike Yún Xiāo, Lei Ying's reputation was shrouded in mystery and fear. His identity was untouchable, his strength unfathomable.

For Yún Xiāo to challenge the Sect's authority and openly oppose Lei Ying—it was sheer madness.