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

Chapter 155:

Xiao Yang was dead.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The disciples of the Azure Sun Sword Sect were devastated. He was not just their senior brother but also the Holy Son of their sect.

The Grand Elder, overwhelmed with anger and sorrow, felt his vision darken and stumbled, nearly collapsing.

“The Azure Sun Sword Sect will never coexist with the Demon Sect!” the elder growled through gritted teeth.

The Blade God Huang Tian and the head of the Luo family, Luo Xuan, exchanged glances. They were already sworn enemies of the Demon Sect.

“That brat is dead?”

Xiao Zhanshan, Xiao Yang’s father, stood frozen, his face full of sorrow, his body trembling, as if deeply grieving.

Just as the crowd prepared to console him, he wailed, “Who’s going to provide cultivation resources for the Xiao family now?”

The crowd was stunned. His own son was dead, and the first thing he worried about was the future of their family’s resources?

“Yang’er, now that you’re gone, how will our Xiao family manage such heavy expenses?” cried Chen Ruolan, Xiao Yang’s mother, sorrowfully.

“Elder brother… now that you’re dead, who’s going to prepare my dowry?” Xiao Yue, his younger sister, sobbed, tears streaming down her face.

The Xiao family in Yuanlong City had once been a minor cultivation clan.

It was only due to Xiao Yang’s efforts that the family had risen rapidly, eventually overtaking the Liu family to become the top cultivation family in the city.

Everything the Xiao family had was because of Xiao Yang. Without him, the Xiao family would fall.

“This family…”

Li Fanyin and the others were speechless.

Was the entire family just leeching off Xiao Yang?

Even after his death, his relatives seemed more worried about losing their resources than mourning his passing.

Li Fanyin couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of pity for Xiao Yang.

“Senior Brother, how could you leave us? The heavens are truly unfair!”

Feigning grief, Qin Fei stepped forward and spoke with apparent sorrow.

To those unaware of the truth, it appeared as though he shared a deep and genuine bond with Xiao Yang.

“Thankfully, we still have Xiao Fei…”

“Xiao Fei, we’ll depend on you from now on.”

“Brother Xiao Fei, from today onward, you’re my elder brother.”

Xiao Zhanshan, Chen Ruolan, and Xiao Yue looked at Qin Fei with trust and gratitude, convinced he would take care of them.

Especially Xiao Zhanshan, who felt immense pride in having adopted Qin Fei as his godson. He believed it was one of the smartest decisions he’d ever made.

However, a fleeting, cold glint appeared in Qin Fei’s eyes as he looked at the Xiao family.

Xiao Yang is dead. You are all worthless to me now.

Don’t worry. I’ll soon reunite your family in the afterlife.

Destroying the Xiao family in Yuanlong City would be a simple task for him.

The only reason he had associated with them and even acknowledged Xiao Zhanshan as his godfather was to use them against Xiao Yang.

If not for Xiao Yang, Qin Fei wouldn’t have spared the Xiao family a second glance.

Now that Xiao Yang was dead, the Azure Sun Sword Sect would be his for the taking.

With Xiao Yang gone, he no longer needed to tread carefully or please the Xiao family.

Though he pretended to be overcome with grief, Qin Fei was exhilarated.

It wouldn’t be long before he claimed the position of Holy Son, inherited the sect’s legacy, obtained the Azure Sun Sword, and then secured the other two divine swords to unlock the Demon Abyss seal.

An accomplishment no one had achieved over countless eons would finally be realized in his hands.

When the demons descend upon the world, he, Qin Fei, would reign supreme.

“Senior Brother… What am I going to do now that you’re gone!”

At that moment, Jiang Ting collapsed onto Xiao Yang’s body, sobbing uncontrollably, soaking his chest with tears.

“Get off of him!”

Lin Wangchuan stormed over, pulling Jiang Ting away, and pointed at her angrily.

“When Senior Brother was alive, why didn’t you treat him better? Why did you have to cozy up to Qin Fei? Now that Senior Brother is dead, what right do you have to cry? You don’t deserve to!”

“I… I only saw Junior Brother as a fellow disciple…” Jiang Ting tried to defend herself.

“Shut up! Fellow disciple? Do fellow disciples hold hands, flirt, or embrace without restraint? Stop being disgusting!” Lin Wangchuan roared.

Xiao Yang’s death had deeply shaken Lin Wangchuan, who was typically cheerful and lively.

He had long disapproved of Jiang Ting and Qin Fei’s closeness.

“This…”

Jiang Ting was at a loss for words after being rebuked by Lin Wangchuan.

“Senior Brother… you’re so pitiful…”

Lin Wangchuan looked at Xiao Yang’s body and began to wail.

“Senior Brother…”

Song Qiang approached, his fists clenched and his eyes red.

He was a quiet man, rarely speaking or forming bonds with others.

Yet Xiao Yang had always treated him well, often guiding him in his cultivation.

How could someone as kind as Senior Brother Xiao Yang be dead?

“We should transport Senior Brother’s body back to Nine Heavens City first,” Lei Renjie suggested.

“No. Take him directly to the sect!” the Grand Elder declared solemnly.

The death of the sect’s Holy Son was an unimaginable blow to the Azure Sun Sword Sect, akin to the sky collapsing.

Hearing this, the disciples froze, but soon, the grim reality set in.

The Holy Son’s death meant he would be interred in the sect’s ancestral tomb.

When Sect Master Jiang Qitian learned of Xiao Yang’s death, he would surely lose control.

With the upcoming Hidden Dragon Competition, Xiao Yang’s death at such a critical time spelled disaster.

Xiao Yang had defeated the Saintess of the Soaring Sword Sect, Li Xingyao, making the Azure Sun Sword Sect a strong contender and potential dark horse in the competition.

Now, with Xiao Yang gone, who in the sect could possibly face Li Xingyao?

If the sect failed to place in the top ten, its prestige would plummet.

The thought of Jiang Qitian’s fury sent shivers down the Grand Elder’s spine.

No one in the sect could bear the brunt of his wrath—not even him.

Xiao Yang, of course, was not actually dead.

However, he was in a peculiar, enigmatic state.

The Heaven-Suppressing Sword Technique circulated within him, continuously purifying the demonic energy invading his body.

While his physical aura was entirely absent, his consciousness was crystal clear.

It was as if he were a transparent ghost, able to “see” everyone’s expressions and reactions.

His parents and sister left him cold and disheartened.

Jiang Ting frustrated him to no end.

If you want to cry, do it somewhere else.

Why are you clinging to my body to weep?

In his previous life, he would have been heartbroken to see Jiang Ting cry, doing everything possible to console her.

But now, even if Jiang Ting cried herself blind before him, he wouldn’t feel a shred of pity.

Belated affection is worth less than weeds.

In this new life, Xiao Yang vowed never to look back.

His “death” had revealed everyone’s true colors.

Even his so-called family only worried about their cultivation resources after his passing.

They cared only about themselves, while he, Xiao Yang, had been nothing more than a tool to provide for their needs.

Though he had always known his parents didn’t favor him, he never imagined that even in death, they wouldn’t mourn him genuinely.

He was their biological son!

As for Qin Fei, that schemer had likely been waiting for this moment, plotting to take his place.

The entire kidnapping scheme had been orchestrated by Qin Fei.

Jiang Ting? Despite her tearful display, did she truly care for him?

Unlikely.

Perhaps she cried because she lost someone to boss around.

The Grand Elder, Lei Renjie—everyone else seemed preoccupied with their own agendas.

Only Song Qiang and Lin Wangchuan were genuinely grieving.

“Let’s move Senior Brother’s body,” Qin Fei suggested as he bent down to grab Xiao Yang.

Just as his hand was about to touch Xiao Yang, Xiao Yang’s eyes snapped open.

“…”

Qin Fei froze, terror-stricken, his entire body rigid.

How could this be possible?

His mind went blank.

“Why did Senior Brother suddenly open his eyes? Could it be that he couldn’t rest in peace?” Lin Wangchuan exclaimed.

“He opened his eyes?”

“A corpse coming back to life?”

Everyone rushed forward in shock, their faces a mix of disbelief and confusion.