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

Chapter 137:

In the small valley, just as Xiao Yang had finished off Yin Yue and Ming He, a sharp voice echoed through the air. A figure descended from the sky, landing behind him.

“Audacious scoundrel! How dare you commit murder within the territory of Jiuxiao City?” the newcomer scolded.

Xiao Yang flipped his right hand, and a dragon-patterned mask instantly appeared. He quickly put it on.

“You dare not show your true face?” The woman’s tone was cold.

Only then did Xiao Yang turn to look at her. Dressed in a flowing white robe, she stood gracefully atop a large rock. Her gauzy dress fluttered in the wind, and her delicate features were strikingly beautiful, her eyes as clear and bright as a mountain spring. The depth within them held the vastness of the stars and seas, captivating anyone with a single glance.

Her long, silky black hair was elegantly pinned up with a white jade hairpin, with a few strands dancing gently in the breeze, adding to her ethereal charm. In her hand, she held a translucent jade flute that emitted a soft glow, perfectly complementing her cool and aloof demeanor. She appeared otherworldly, like a celestial being detached from the mortal realm.

“Ling Fanyin?” Xiao Yang was slightly surprised to see her here.

He hadn’t expected to encounter Ling Fanyin in such a place.

“You know me? Who exactly are you?” Ling Fanyin’s eyes instantly turned sharp.

The hem of her dress fluttered without wind, and a powerful aura surged from her being. She watched Xiao Yang warily, her gaze fixed on the masked figure before her.

Ling Fanyin rarely ventured outside. This time, she had come out of the city at her father Li Gaitian’s request, tasked with picking up a relative from a nearby town. However, she had stumbled upon a murder in the valley below.

Behind his mask, Xiao Yang’s lips curled into a smile. 

How could he not recognize Ling Fanyin? In his past life, she had been one of his strongest opponents in the Grand Centennial Competition.

Back then, both of them had made it to the final round. The memory of their last battle was still vivid in his mind. However, Ling Fanyin had no idea that her father was an undercover agent for the demonic sect.

Xiao Yang found it ironic that Li Gaitian had raised such a righteous and justice-driven daughter. Ling Fanyin was a truly pitiful figure, completely oblivious to the fact that she was Qin Fei’s cousin. And she had no idea that she had a cousin working as a spy within the Qingyang Sword Sect.

Ling Fanyin had been deceived by her father all along.

“I want to see who you really are!” Ling Fanyin suddenly leaped off the rock, reaching out to grab Xiao Yang’s mask.

A faint, refreshing fragrance wafted toward him. Xiao Yang chuckled, took a step back, and easily dodged her grasp.

At the same time, the jade flute in Ling Fanyin’s left hand shot forward, aimed directly at his chest.

“Half-step Grandmaster?” Xiao Yang was surprised. Ling Fanyin’s cultivation was currently at the half-step Grandmaster Realm, but in the Grand Centennial Competition, she had been a full-fledged Grandmaster-level expert.

With only six days left until the competition, could she break through in such a short time?

With a flick of his sleeve, a powerful force swept out.

Ling Fanyin was sent flying several meters, her internal energy churning violently. She looked at him in shock.

A powerful surge of energy erupted, sending dust and debris swirling through the valley.

Ignoring her, Xiao Yang stretched his right hand toward the ground, and Ming He’s severed head flew into his grasp. 

Stepping forward, he pulled a spatial pouch from Ming He’s corpse.

“You’re looting after murder?” Ling Fanyin’s expression turned cold with anger.

“I killed demonic cult remnants. If you attack me, does that make you one of them?” Xiao Yang retorted coldly.

“What?” Ling Fanyin was stunned. The two corpses belonged to demonic sect members?

Without another word, Xiao Yang walked over to Yin Yue’s corpse and grabbed her spatial pouch as well. 

Opening it, he retrieved two wooden boxes and carefully placed the heads of Ming He and Yin Yue inside, storing them back into the pouch.

Qin Fei’s birthday was coming up soon.

Every year, when Qin Fei’s birthday arrived, Jiang Ting would go all out to celebrate for him. But when it came to Xiao Yang’s birthday, she barely made an effort. The last time, she had even forgotten about it, only giving him a perfunctory gift after the fact.

This time, he planned to give Qin Fei a grand gift—delivering the heads of Ming He and Yin Yue right to his doorstep.

Just imagining Qin Fei’s reaction filled Xiao Yang with satisfaction.

As he prepared to leave, Ling Fanyin suddenly blocked his path again.

“How do you know they were demonic cult remnants?” she asked.

The recent reappearance of the demonic cult remnants had already spread fear across the entire Northern Region. People were on edge, as the cult had nearly wiped out the Qingyun Sect, one of the ten great sects, hundreds of years ago.

Now that they had resurfaced just before the Grand Centennial Competition, suspicions were running high.

“Are you stupid? Can’t you see for yourself?” Xiao Yang rolled his eyes and tried to step around her.

“You’re not leaving until I verify their identities,” Ling Fanyin insisted.

“I don’t usually hit women, but if you keep blocking me, I might have to make an exception,” Xiao Yang warned coldly.

“You claim you don’t hit women, but what about that female corpse over there?” Ling Fanyin sneered.

“That wasn’t a fight. That was execution,” Xiao Yang replied irritably.

“You… shameless!” Ling Fanyin scolded.

“Are you stopping me to give me a flute lesson or what?” Xiao Yang suddenly smirked, sizing her up.

Ling Fanyin’s beauty rivaled Jiang Ting’s, each with their unique charm—Jiang Ting was sweet and innocent, while Ling Fanyin was cool and aloof.

“You scoundrel!” Enraged, Ling Fanyin raised her jade flute to her lips.

A haunting melody echoed through the valley, stirring the spiritual energy around them. Invisible wind blades rushed toward Xiao Yang.

“Soundwave techniques?” Xiao Yang’s feet lightly tapped the ground, and he retreated in an instant.

The spot where he had stood was left riddled with deep cuts.

Ling Fanyin’s tune intensified, sharp and piercing like a war cry. The air around her shimmered as phantom soldiers materialized, charging at Xiao Yang with an unstoppable force.

“Don’t think your looks will stop me from fighting back,” Xiao Yang said, his patience wearing thin.

“Sword Qi Manifesting as Horses!”

He stomped the ground, sending a surge of sword energy deep below.

BOOM!

The ground split apart, and clouds of dust coalesced into galloping warhorses, charging towards Ling Fanyin with unstoppable force.

“What?” Ling Fanyin gasped in shock as the dust-formed warhorses trampled over her phantom soldiers.

Just as the stampeding warhorses were about to reach her, a dazzling blade light descended from the sky, cleaving through the air.

The force of the slash split the dust-formed horses apart, leaving a massive hundred-foot-long slash mark between them.

Amidst the swirling dust, a figure landed gracefully between Xiao Yang and Ling Fanyin.