Tianyuan Continent, Bei'an Nation, Qingxuan Academy.

The din reverberated through the sky, each wave of malice a sharp stab to the ear.

"Hit! Beat!"

Many ugly things are strange.

A toad wants to eat a swan, but doesn't look in the mirror to see what it looks like!

"Ms. Su, you're good at it!"

"Even a wastrel dares to dream of the dashing young master, get lost!"

Dressed in a first-class Suyun shirt, she was pretty and used a whip to fiercely beat the ground, causing it to writhe and roll continuously.

A skinny, emaciated figure covered in scars huddled together in a small ball, rolling frantically on the cold ground as if seeking escape from the brutal lash that was coming straight for him.

The surrounding air was filled with a frenzy of excited shouts, the pitiful sight seeming to ignite a wild fervor in their hearts, each one flushed and eager.

There is no gentleness, only the cruel highs and lows.

"Yun Qingyan, do you admit defeat?!" Su Linger looked down at the person writhing in pain on the ground with disdain. She crossed her arms and shouted loudly.

This trash with such a hideous face dares to think about our male god?!

Stop bragging!

"No... I won't admit it!"

The person tumbling on the ground struggled to open their eyes, and uttered in a shaky voice, weak but firm, despite the excruciating pain that wracked their body.

Deep, mesmerizing eyes gazed longingly from the stage towards a white-robed man of exquisite beauty below. His gaze was filled with yearning...

Bailing Qingxue, Kyoto's most renowned genius, resembles snow. She is aloof, cold and indifferent, and arrogant and cool, hailed as the first cold and aloof male god of Qingxuan Academy, a high-altitude flower admired by thousands!

Facing those blazing hot eyes, Bai Li Qing Xue's gaze remained calm and indifferent, like pristine ice that was unblemished, crystal clear, and detached from the world.

But the moment their gaze locked, a pair of scorchingly determined eyes, Bai Li Qing Xue's heart skipped a beat. A subtle feeling began to spread within her.

He furrowed his handsome brows, trying to grasp that fleeting dream once more, but it was already gone without a trace.

Seeing Bai Li Qing Xue's face change slightly, he, who was usually calm and collected, asked with a hint of concern, "What's wrong?"

"Qing Xue, what's wrong?"

Having said that, Zi's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at Zi on stage, who was constantly tossing and turning.

A flash of murderous intent crossed his eyes, gone as quickly as it appeared.

"I think Qing Yan's sister seems to be reaching her limit, we should stop Su Ling's sister quickly. Although Qing Yan's sister acted out of line, she was at least sincere towards you."

Lin Wan Yue held Bai Li Qing Xue's hands in hers, her voice full of worry.

Then the sudden touch made Bailǐ Qīngxuè instinctively want to dodge, but she held back in the end.

When his gaze fell on Lin WanYue, it softened slightly, like ice melting for the first time, "You needn't concern yourself."

The voice was just like his, cold as the first snow.

Seeing Bai Li Qing Xue's attitude, Lin Wan Yue's stone of worry finally fell.

It's fine... Qingxue isn't interested in that guy.

But... if he knew the one who saved him was actually Yun Qingyan...

At this thought, a flash of ruthlessness crossed Lin Wan Yue's eyes.

No! This will never let him find out!

It was Lin Wan Yue who saved him, the person he loved, and it should be Lin Wan Yue as well!

“Woooo! Qing… Xue…” Pained sobs echoed from the martial stage, growing fainter and fainter.

The divine consciousness has almost dissipated, yet a pair of obsidian eyes still follow the figure beneath the stage, as pure as freshly fallen snow. Unconcerned with cause and effect, unbothered by the return date.

Then, the intensity is scorching, burning with a fierce passion!

Even the frigid coldness like a hundred miles of pure snow can't help but stir a feeling in one's heart.

Even...dare not face it.

Finally, Bai Li lowered her eyes, avoiding that gaze, and turned away.

White sleeves flashed through the air, gracefully arcing.

On stage, the light in his eyes grew dimmer and dimmer...until it finally vanished. His heart felt cold as ashes.

"Yun Qingyan, continue to struggle! Use your pathetic posture to gain sympathy!"

"Scrap is scrap, two hits and it's useless!"

The taunts and jeers were like a giant, opening its massive maw to swallow the frail form whole.

"Is he really dead?!" A question was shouted out, but it was lost in the noise.

As Bai Liqing Xue approached the gate, her steps faltered.

Even Su Ling was terrified in an instant. She just wanted to teach Yun Qingyan a lesson, but she didn't expect to kill him!

Yun is the only legitimate heir of the Yun family. It's well-known throughout North An Country how much Old Master Yun spoils him, to the point that if anyone knew they had killed this wastrel...

Su Ling'er was so scared that she trembled all over!

I'm afraid Lord Yun wouldn't even consider the Su family's face and would directly strike them down!

Ouch! It hurts so much!

Noise! Too noisy!

Yun Qingyan felt like all his bones were broken, agonizing pain gripping him. How could he still feel pain even after death?

Suddenly, a wave of watery memories surged into Yun Qingyan's mind.

If an ordinary person were suddenly bombarded with such a massive amount of information, they would probably die or go insane. But Yun Qingyan, having been a god emperor in his previous life, naturally wasn't afraid.

The divine power of swiftly absorbed and assimilated that memory.

It felt like a fleeting glimpse as another chapter of life passed by.

A bleak, dark life.

From a young age, I was labeled as strange and useless. Even with my grandfather's protection, I couldn't stop my heart from closing off.

Until... saved that innocent eyes, as pure as the first snow.

He said... no matter what she looked like, he would marry and protect her in the future.

At great cost, she healed his wounds and his eyes. What he received before death... was her indifferent turn of his back.

An indescribable pain spread from my heart, it was the emotion belonging to the original owner.

"Hey! Yun Qingyan, aren't you the one with a charmed life? You wouldn't die so easily, would you?"

A sharp, commanding voice exploded in Yun Qingyan's ear.