After Being Reborn, I Refuse To Be The Holy Son Of The Sect Anymore

Chapter 133:

Jiang Qitian shattered the demonic formation with a single strike, forcing Li Gaitian to flee. However, the effort had drained him significantly, leaving him too weak to wield the Azure Sun Sword again.

The sword’s power was indeed terrifying, but it required an enormous amount of vitality to activate. Jiang Qitian had already drawn it once in the Northern Mountain Range of Yuanlong City, and now, this was the second time. The sword had forcefully absorbed his vitality, leaving him severely weakened.

He could not simply stand by and watch Ming He and Yin Yue, two formidable demonic cultivators, take Jiang Ting away. If she fell into their hands, the consequences would be unimaginable.

At his command, the experts of Azure Sun Sword Sect immediately mounted their swords and pursued. Sword lights streaked through the dark sky like falling stars, chasing after Ming He and Yin Yue. The three grand elders—Elder Qinglian, Elder Fang Tang, and Elder Gufeng—led the charge, their sword auras shining the brightest and radiating the most powerful presence.

Meanwhile, Ming He and Yin Yue were desperately trying to escape, their injuries slowing them down as they carried Jiang Ting. They were soon intercepted by the three grand elders.

At that moment, a dazzling sword light shot up from the mountains ahead, blocking the path of the two demonic cultivators. The immense sword aura forced them to land on a cliff.

“It’s the Holy Son!”

The three grand elders were both surprised and delighted. They hadn’t expected Xiao Yang to appear at such a crucial moment and block the escape of the two demonic cultivators.

“Has the Holy Son advanced to the peak of the Heavenly Martial Realm?”

Sensing the overwhelming sword aura emanating from Xiao Yang, they were once again taken aback. However, they had no idea that this wasn’t his true strength—he had intentionally concealed his power.

Using the Futian Concealment Technique, Xiao Yang had deliberately suppressed his cultivation to the peak of the Heavenly Martial Realm. Given his displayed cultivation level, no one would find it suspicious that he could intercept the two injured demonic cultivators.

At this moment, the sky and ground were filled with dazzling sword lights. Ming He and Yin Yue found themselves surrounded, trapped atop the cliff by the Azure Sun Sword Sect’s experts.

Jiang Qitian descended from above, landing on the cliff. The three grand elders positioned themselves strategically, ensuring the two demonic cultivators had no escape.

“Release her!”

Jiang Qitian fixed his cold gaze on Yin Yue, who was holding Jiang Ting hostage.

“You think we’re that foolish? If we let her go, you’ll kill us without hesitation!”

Ming He sneered. With Jiang Ting as their bargaining chip, they still had a sliver of hope.

They had miscalculated in every way, never expecting Jiang Qitian to arrive so quickly—and with the Azure Sun Sword in hand. They had underestimated his devotion to his daughter and the team participating in the Jiazi Grand Tournament.

The Azure Sun Sword Sect valued this tournament immensely, as it was crucial to their rise and fall. That was why Jiang Qitian had immediately mobilized the sect’s forces at full strength upon receiving the news.

At this moment, Jiang Ting was awakened by Yin Yue’s touch.

“Father… save me…”

Jiang Ting struggled and cried out.

“You better let her go, or you’ll meet a terrible end,” Xiao Yang said indifferently.

“Xiao Yang, the Holy Son of Azure Sun Sword Sect?”

Ming He glared at the young man in white with gritted teeth. It was because of Xiao Yang that their young master was forced to personally kill his own uncle, Li Kuang.

Ming He wanted nothing more than to tear Xiao Yang to pieces and feed him to the dogs.

Yin Yue also gazed coldly at Xiao Yang.

“Senior Brother… save me…”

Jiang Ting’s eyes welled with tears as she looked at Xiao Yang, her voice trembling.

“Rebellious disciple! You’re their senior brother. Instead of protecting your junior brothers and sisters, what were you doing?”

Jiang Qitian’s face turned livid with anger at the sight of Xiao Yang.

“Didn’t they have Elder Chuan Gong to protect them?” Xiao Yang replied nonchalantly.

“As their senior brother, it’s your duty to protect them!”

Jiang Qitian scolded him harshly.

“And who protects me?”

Xiao Yang replied with an indifferent expression.

“Rebellious disciple! How dare you say such things?”

Jiang Qitian was furious.

Xiao Yang remained silent.

In his past life, he had cared too much—about his junior sister, his fellow disciples, his parents, and his younger sister. That was why he had ended up with Qin Fei piercing his heart with a sword, dying in despair.

When he had needed their protection the most, what had they done?

Not only did they fail to protect him, but they kept handing knives to Qin Fei.

In his final battle with Qin Fei, his childhood friend and junior sister, Jiang Ting, had risked her life to protect Qin Fei.

Had they ever protected him like that?

Xiao Yang clenched his fists tightly at the thought.

“Hey, hey, hey! Are you two going to keep up this little master-disciple drama?”

Ming He interrupted impatiently.

“I swear by my position as Azure Sun Sword Sect’s sect master—release my daughter, and I will let you both go.”

Jiang Qitian said solemnly, his gaze unwavering.

“No way. All of you step aside and let us leave. Once we reach a safe place, we’ll release your daughter.”

Ming He shook his head firmly.

“Outrageous! Our sect master’s word is as good as gold, and you dare not believe him?”

Elder Fang Tang shouted angrily.

“Hmph!”

Ming He sneered and said, “We trust no one but ourselves.”

After all, their lives were at stake. Only a fool would trust Jiang Qitian.

“Step aside now, or I’ll kill her!”

Yin Yue tightened her grip around Jiang Ting’s neck, her fingers pressing down hard. Jiang Ting’s face turned red as she struggled to breathe.

“Go ahead, kill her. If you do, you won’t survive either,” Xiao Yang said indifferently.

“Senior Brother… you…” Jiang Ting looked at Xiao Yang with a sorrowful expression, tears rolling down from the corner of her eyes.

However, Xiao Yang remained calm. Compared to the pain and suffering he had endured in his previous life, this was nothing.

“You rebellious disciple! You’re too much!” Jiang Qitian was furious.

Everyone exchanged glances, unable to believe that this was the same Holy Son they knew.

Xiao Yang’s feelings for Jiang Ting were no secret in Azure Sun Sword Sect.

He had always been utterly devoted to her. Some people in the sect even joked in private that their Holy Son was like Jiang Ting’s loyal dog—wherever she pointed, he followed without question. If she told him to stand, he wouldn’t dare to sit; if she asked him to go east, he wouldn’t dare go west. Whatever Jiang Ting wanted, Xiao Yang would do without hesitation.

But now, Xiao Yang had changed.

“How dare you! Do you really think I won’t kill her?” Yin Yue snapped angrily.

“Don’t! Please don’t hurt Senior Sister…”

Just then, a sword light descended from the sky, landing on the cliff. As the light dissipated, Qin Fei’s figure appeared.

“Please, don’t hurt Senior Sister…” Qin Fei pleaded as he rushed forward.

More sword lights streaked through the sky and landed on the cliff one after another.

The sword energy filled the air.

Elder Chuan Gong and the others had arrived.

The disciples of Azure Sun Sword Sect had finally awakened and caught up.

“Senior Brother…”

“Holy Son!”

Song Qiang and Lin Wangchuan were overjoyed upon seeing Xiao Yang.

Everyone was stunned to see Jiang Ting being held hostage by the female demon.

Xiao Yang calmly observed Qin Fei and Yin Yue’s performance.

He had to admit, Qin Fei’s acting skills were impeccable.

Had he not known Qin Fei’s true identity beforehand, he might have been deceived again.

In his previous life, he had suffered greatly because of Qin Fei’s deceit.

“If you don’t back off, we’ll all perish together!” Ming He shouted at Jiang Qitian with a fierce expression.

“No, no… How about this? Let Senior Sister go, and I’ll take her place as your hostage,” Qin Fei hurriedly suggested.

“Junior Brother…” Jiang Ting’s eyes welled up with tears again.

Her junior brother was the only one who still cared for her.