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

Chapter 144:

In his past life, the Xiaoyao Holy Maiden, Hua Mengli, was the only woman who had almost shattered his True Yang purity. Xiao Yang had a deep impression of her. However, the Hua Mengli standing before him now was not the same one from decades later. At this moment, she had only just begun to master the Heaven and Earth Yin-Yang Grand Harmony Technique, yet every movement she made was already filled with irresistible allure, drawing people in unconsciously.

Her charm techniques were not something ordinary people could resist.

Compared to her, the female innkeeper of Xiaoyao Inn was nothing—the difference between heaven and earth.

Xiao Yang never imagined that in his previous life, the person who had found the treasure at the Jiuxiao City market was her.

Back then, he had only heard rumors about someone making a great find at a certain stall but never knew who it was.

So they had almost crossed paths in Jiuxiao City long ago…

In his past life, they were so close, yet so far apart.

This time, they had met earlier—by several decades.

In his previous life, Hua Mengli had died a tragic death.

She was drained of all her cultivation by Qin Fei and perished. After absorbing Hua Mengli’s cultivation, Qin Fei’s strength skyrocketed, and with the help of a breakthrough pill, he successfully stepped into the Saint Martial Realm.

Such a stunning beauty, a peerless enchantress, and Qin Fei actually had the heart to do such a thing…

What a beast.

It seemed that Xiao Yang’s rebirth had unknowingly altered many things.

Don’t worry, in this life, I will save you.

Moreover, Qin Fei had already been turned into a eunuch. Even if he wanted to dual cultivate with Hua Mengli and absorb her power, it was no longer possible.

Seeing Hua Mengli eyeing the treasure, Xiao Yang quickly grabbed it first.

It was a pill furnace, about the size of a fist, made from an unknown material. The entire furnace was pitch black, looking like a small, soot-covered incense burner—completely inconspicuous.

“Ten supreme-grade spirit stones!” the cold and aloof middle-aged vendor, who was holding a saber, said indifferently.

“What? This thing is worth ten supreme-grade spirit stones?” Xiao Yang asked in mock shock.

“This item is impervious to weapons and resistant to fire and water. Just based on its material, it’s worth the price,” the vendor replied nonchalantly.

“What kind of material is this?” Xiao Yang continued.

“If you’re asking me, then who should I ask?” The vendor’s expression remained cold.

Xiao Yang pretended to hesitate as he examined the furnace.

“Are you buying it or not? If not, don’t waste my time!” The vendor grew impatient.

“Can I take a look?” Hua Mengli asked as her gaze fell on the furnace in Xiao Yang’s hands.

Xiao Yang was curious to see if Hua Mengli could recognize the treasure, so he handed it to her.

She carefully examined it, and just as he expected, she couldn’t discern anything special.

With a flick of her wrist, a sharp dagger appeared in her hand.

In the next instant, she struck the furnace with the dagger.

Clang!

A crisp metallic sound echoed.

Xiao Yang saw that the surface of the furnace, even after being struck, didn’t have a single scratch.

“What a strange material… Even my dagger couldn’t leave a mark,” Hua Mengli muttered, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Her dagger wasn’t ordinary; it was forged from thousand-year cold iron, capable of slicing through steel like butter.

Yet it couldn’t even scratch this furnace.

“Ten supreme-grade spirit stones…” Hua Mengli pondered.

In his past life, she had bought it first and later discovered that a grandmaster refiner had identified it as an exceptional pill furnace.

“I’ll take it for ten supreme-grade spirit stones!” Without hesitation, Xiao Yang quickly took the furnace from her hands and handed over the stones.

He had plenty of spirit stones. After the battle in Yuanlong City’s northern mountain range, he had acquired an abundance of supreme-grade spirit stones and spirit jades. Anything below supreme-grade didn’t even catch his eye anymore.

“What? Someone actually paid ten supreme-grade spirit stones for an incense burner?”

“Youngsters are so easy to fool these days!”

“Just because the material is special doesn’t mean it’s worth that much.”

People around mocked and laughed, seeing Xiao Yang as an easy target.

At this moment, a familiar voice rang out.

“Well, if it isn’t Senior Brother!”

Xiao Yang, feeling pleased with his treasure, suddenly found his mood souring. Looking up, he saw Qin Fei approaching, followed by Zheng Fan and Lei Renjie.

“Senior Brother, have you lost your mind? Spending ten supreme-grade spirit stones on an incense burner?” Qin Fei smirked in disdain.

“The deal is done—no refunds!” The middle-aged vendor, worried Xiao Yang might regret it, spoke up quickly.

“Refund? Are you kidding?” Xiao Yang laughed coldly.

These ignorant fools.

An incense burner? This was an exceptional pill furnace—a priceless treasure!

Hua Mengli pondered for a moment, also thinking it was just an incense burner.

“Haha… Did you all hear that? It’s just an ordinary object. Senior Brother, I never expected you to make such a mistake.” Qin Fei laughed gleefully. He enjoyed watching Xiao Yang make a fool of himself.

“Whether I made a mistake or not, what does it have to do with you?” Xiao Yang replied indifferently.

With Junior Sister Jiang Ting not present, Qin Fei no longer needed to act pitiful or pretend to be wronged.

“Senior Brother, you are the Holy Son of our Azure Sun Sword Sect. If you’ve been deceived, it’s embarrassing—not just for you, but for all of us. Are you not concerned about our sect’s reputation?” Qin Fei said coldly.

“He’s the Holy Son of Azure Sun Sword Sect?” The middle-aged man holding the saber was stunned.

The crowd around them also looked at Xiao Yang in shock.

“He’s Xiao Yang?”

“Is he the one who defeated Li Xingyao, the Holy Maiden of the Soaring Cloud Sword Sect?” someone exclaimed in disbelief.

“Holy Son Xiao Yang?” Hua Mengli’s gaze toward Xiao Yang also changed.

The news of Li Xingyao challenging the Azure Sun Sword Sect at Qingyang Mountain and being defeated by Xiao Yang had long spread throughout the Northern Territory, causing a great stir. After all, the person Xiao Yang had defeated was none other than Li Xingyao, the number one prodigy of the Soaring Cloud Sword Sect’s younger generation.

At this point, there was hardly anyone in the Northern Territory who hadn’t heard of Xiao Yang’s name.

Even Xiao Yang himself hadn’t expected his fame to have spread so widely.

Just as Qin Fei was mocking Xiao Yang, an elderly man suddenly stepped out from the crowd.

“Young friend, may I take a look at that pill furnace?” The old man, with white hair yet a youthful face, walked up to Xiao Yang, his eyes fixated intently on the furnace in his hands.

Xiao Yang was delighted inside—finally, a grandmaster refiner had arrived.

Everything was falling into place just as he had anticipated.

“Old sir, this is nothing but an ordinary incense burner. Could it really be some sort of treasure?” Qin Fei sneered.

The old man ignored Qin Fei completely, his gaze fixed on the furnace in Xiao Yang’s hands with a look of deep curiosity.

“If the esteemed elder is willing to take a look, I’d be honored!” Xiao Yang smiled and handed the furnace to him.

“This is…”

The old man carefully cradled the furnace, inspecting it closely.

“Tch, it’s just an incense burner. What is there to see?” Qin Fei said dismissively.

“Would you dare to bet with me?” Xiao Yang suddenly turned to Qin Fei.

Qin Fei’s eyes narrowed. “What kind of bet?”

“Let’s bet on whether this object is a treasure or not,” Xiao Yang said with a smirk.

“Fine, I’ll bet with you. This thing has no spiritual essence; it’s definitely not a treasure.” Qin Fei sneered confidently.

“Excellent. And if you lose?” Xiao Yang’s smile grew wider.

“Me, lose?” Qin Fei looked at Xiao Yang as if he were crazy.

With Jiang Ting not present, there was no need for him to pretend anymore.

“Don’t be so sure,” Xiao Yang replied with a smirk.

By now, many people had gathered around to watch the spectacle unfold.

“If I lose, you can do whatever you want with me,” Qin Fei gritted his teeth and declared.

“Perfect!” Xiao Yang could barely contain his excitement.

Qin Fei was bound to lose—Xiao Yang already knew the outcome.

There was no way Qin Fei could outwit him.

“And if you lose?” Qin Fei stared at Xiao Yang with narrowed eyes.

“If I lose, I’ll let you decide my fate,” Xiao Yang said coldly, his gaze sharp.

“Good! Haha, you said it yourself!” Qin Fei was ecstatic inside. Xiao Yang, you’re finally going to fall into my hands this time!

“Let everyone here be our witnesses!” Qin Fei loudly declared to the surrounding crowd, convinced he had already won.

Asking everyone to bear witness?

Xiao Yang chuckled internally.

Qin Fei had no idea that he was about to suffer another crushing defeat.