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

Chapter 138:

Just as Xiao Yang was finishing off Yin Yue and Ming He, a powerful voice echoed through the valley. A figure descended from the sky, landing between Xiao Yang and Ling Fanyin.

“How dare you commit murder within the territory of Jiuxiao City?” the newcomer roared.

Xiao Yang’s expression sharpened behind his mask the moment he recognized the man.

“Blade God Huang Tian?”

This man was a renowned blade expert in the Ten Directions Sect, a grandmaster of the Martial God Realm. Xiao Yang had encountered him before in the Yuanlong City’s northern mountain veins. Back then, with the power of the Lunar Dragon Pearl at his command, he had even beaten Jiang Qitian, the sect master of the Azure Sun Sword Sect, despite him wielding the mighty Azure Sun Sword. Naturally, Huang Tian had been of no concern to him.

But things were different now.

Without the overwhelming power of the Lunar Dragon Pearl, Xiao Yang could only rely on his current strength. Huang Tian was at the peak of the Martial God Realm, while Xiao Yang was only at the early stage of it. He might be able to put up a fight if he summoned his two ninth-grade spirit beasts.

At that moment, Huang Tian’s previously imposing aura vanished the instant he caught sight of Xiao Yang’s golden dragon-patterned mask.

“Senior?” Huang Tian’s face paled with shock.

“Senior? Uncle Huang, why are you calling him that?” Ling Fanyin was dumbfounded.

She had come to pick up Huang Tian under her father, Li Gaitian’s orders. As the vice sect master of the Ten Directions Sect, her father had a close relationship with Huang Tian.

After escaping back to Jiuxiao City, Li Gaitian had gone into seclusion to heal his injuries, leaving Huang Tian to protect him. Fortunately, when Li Gaitian had acted in Ghost Mist Gorge, he had also worn a mask. Otherwise, if his identity was exposed, he would be ruined, with no place left for him in the Northern Region.

Xiao Yang instantly understood the situation.

Huang Tian had mistaken him for the mysterious Sword Saint who had appeared in Yuanlong City. At that time, many high-ranking figures had assumed that the masked figure wearing the golden dragon-patterned mask was a legendary Sword Saint.

Recalling how this so-called “Sword Saint” had humiliated Jiang Qitian in front of everyone, Huang Tian broke into a cold sweat.

On that day, even while wielding the Azure Sun Sword—known for its unparalleled power beneath the Saint Martial Realm—Jiang Qitian had been beaten so badly that he couldn’t even draw his sword.

If even Jiang Qitian had no chance, then what about him, Huang Tian? Would he even get to unsheath his blade?

“Senior, what happened here?” Huang Tian asked, ignoring Ling Fanyin entirely.

“Two demonic cult remnants. Handle their bodies,” Xiao Yang said indifferently as he prepared to leave.

“Wait! You can’t leave! How can you prove they were demonic cult remnants?” Ling Fanyin shouted.

“Do not be disrespectful to Senior! If he says they were demonic cult remnants, then it must be true!” Huang Tian scolded her.

Ling Fanyin was taken aback. Why was her uncle Huang so terrified of this masked man?

“Huang Tian, he’s just hiding behind a mask. How can you trust him?” she retorted angrily.

“Shut up!” Huang Tian snapped, nearly losing his composure.

Without another word, Xiao Yang soared into the sky, leaving the valley behind. Ling Fanyin tried to stop him, but Huang Tian quickly blocked her.

“Niece, do you even know who that was?” Huang Tian wiped the sweat from his forehead, finally relaxing after Xiao Yang had left.

“Uncle Huang, why are you so afraid of him?” Ling Fanyin asked, puzzled.

Huang Tian was a revered Blade God, feared by many. Yet, he was trembling in front of this mysterious masked man.

“He was the one from Yuanlong City’s northern mountains!” Huang Tian said with lingering fear.

“What? That mysterious Sword Saint?” Ling Fanyin gasped in shock.

Never in her wildest dreams had she expected to encounter the legendary Sword Saint today.

“A Sword Saint…” she muttered, her heart pounding. She had just been rude to such a terrifying figure. If he wanted to kill her, she wouldn’t stand a chance.

“You’re lucky he doesn’t take offense against juniors like you. Otherwise, you’d be dead by now,” Huang Tian said, looking at where Xiao Yang had disappeared.

“What should we do with these bodies?” Ling Fanyin asked, glancing at the headless corpses of Ming He and Yin Yue.

After a moment of thought, Huang Tian retrieved two Thunderfire Bombs from his spatial ring and threw them onto the bodies. In an instant, flames engulfed the corpses, reducing them to ashes.

“Let’s go!” Huang Tian flew toward Jiuxiao City, with Ling Fanyin following closely behind.

Soon, the fire died down, leaving only ashes on the ground. Ming He and Yin Yue, two formidable figures of the demonic cult, had vanished from the world forever.

…

Meanwhile, Xiao Yang arrived in Jiuxiao City ahead of them.

The Azure Sun Sword Sect’s elders were also heading there since the trial at Ghost Mist Gorge had been disrupted.

Jiuxiao City, despite its name, was not a floating city in the clouds. Instead, it was built atop the peak of Jiuxiao Mountain. A thousand years ago, a master from the Ten Directions Sect had sliced off the mountain’s peak with a single slash and constructed the city upon it.

Currently, Jiuxiao City was under the control of Vice Sect Master Li Gaitian, who had been overseeing it for a hundred years.

As the morning sun rose, the city gradually grew bustling with activity.

Standing before the grand city gates, Xiao Yang gazed at the three majestic characters “Jiuxiao City” written above. Memories from his past life surfaced—this was the place where he had narrowly escaped death at the hands of the demonic cult remnants.

Back then, the moment he entered the city, he was targeted.

But this time, he was walking right into their den, eager to see what tricks they had in store for him.

His gaze sharpened, and he strode forward.

“Halt! Show your identification token,” a tall, thin disciple of the Ten Directions Sect blocked his path.

“Azure Sun Sword Sect, Xiao Yang,” he replied.

“What? You claim to be Xiao Yang, the Holy Son of Azure Sun Sword Sect?” The disciple scrutinized him from head to toe.

“Tch, if you’re Xiao Yang, then I must be his father,” another disciple sneered as he approached.

“What did you say?” Xiao Yang’s expression turned cold.

“I said if you’re Xiao Yang, then I’m your father! Got it?” The disciple smirked mockingly.

“Another fraud trying to use Xiao Yang’s name to make a name for himself,” the thin disciple scoffed.

“Exactly. The Holy Son of Azure Sun Sword Sect is famous. Many have tried to impersonate him,” another disciple chimed in.

“You…” Xiao Yang’s eyes narrowed as anger flickered within him.