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

Chapter 159:

Five days remained until the Grand Sixty-Year Competition, and today happened to be Qin Fei’s birthday.

Xiao Yang had already prepared a significant gift for Qin Fei. To his surprise, Qin Fei even sent him an invitation, inviting him to the birthday banquet.

Wasn’t this just a deliberate attempt to disgust him?

Besides, even if Qin Fei hadn’t invited him, Xiao Yang would have attended this time regardless.

On Xiao Yang’s birthday, Junior Sister Jiang Ting had always been perfunctory.

In recent years, Qin Fei had deliberately caused trouble on Xiao Yang’s birthday. Whether it was nearly going berserk during cultivation or injuring himself during training, Qin Fei always managed to keep Jiang Ting by his side, preventing her from celebrating Xiao Yang’s birthday.

And each time, Qin Fei succeeded.

He even flaunted his success in front of Xiao Yang, proving that in Jiang Ting’s eyes, Qin Fei was always more important than Xiao Yang.

No matter the time or place, whenever something happened to Qin Fei, Jiang Ting would rush to his side without hesitation.

There were even a couple of occasions when Jiang Ting was already celebrating Xiao Yang’s birthday, but a single transmission from Qin Fei made her abandon Xiao Yang to go to him.

“Qin Fei is an orphan. Qin Fei is pitiful. Qin Fei had no one to care for or protect him since childhood. Why can’t I care about Qin Fei a little?”

Jiang Ting always used this excuse.

She even tried to get Xiao Yang to join her in celebrating Qin Fei’s birthday.

How could Xiao Yang possibly celebrate Qin Fei’s birthday?

Jiang Ting always reprimanded him with an impatient tone, accusing him of being petty, narrow-minded, and uncaring toward fellow disciples.

Now, he no longer cared for Jiang Ting.

Whatever she and Qin Fei wanted to do was none of his business.

But Qin Fei couldn’t disgust him.

Qin Fei just wanted to prove, once again, that he was more important to Jiang Ting than Xiao Yang.

Did Qin Fei really think Xiao Yang couldn’t see through his schemes?

But Xiao Yang no longer cared.

(In the evening)

in the banquet hall of the City Lord’s Mansion, the city’s elites, all invited by Qin Fei, had already arrived.

Seeing that it was getting late, Xiao Yang decided to make his move. How could he possibly miss such an occasion?

Qin Fei wanted to disgust him?

Fine, Xiao Yang would give Qin Fei a grand surprise.

Just as Xiao Yang was about to leave, Li Kuangtu suddenly appeared to attack him.

Xiao Yang had been thinking that the gift he prepared for Qin Fei wasn’t weighty enough.

Now, with Li Kuangtu attacking him at this moment, wasn’t this a gift delivered right to his door?

Li Kuangtu, son of Li Kuang and Qin Fei’s cousin, was known as “Invincible Demon Fist” in his previous life.

Countless martial cultivators in the Northern Territory had perished under his fists.

In their previous life, Li Kuangtu and his father Li Kuang led a group to storm the Azure Sun Sword Sect, setting up a demonic array and slaughtering all its disciples in a blood sacrifice.

This time, neither father nor son could wreak havoc on the Azure Sun Sword Sect or slaughter its disciples.

Because Li Kuang was dead, and it was Xiao Yang who had forced Qin Fei, the demonic sect’s undercover agent, to kill his own uncle.

Now, Li Kuangtu was also dead.

The tragic fate of countless Azure Sun Sword Sect disciples from the previous life had already been changed.

This was the advantage of playing the role of a hidden expert.

Xiao Yang’s enemies underestimated him, leading them to make fatal mistakes.

Li Kuangtu thought Xiao Yang’s cultivation was merely at the peak of the Heavenly Martial Realm, which was why he dared to come after him.

Before coming, Li Kuangtu even mocked Mo Hongyue, accusing her of being incapable of killing a mere Heavenly Martial Realm junior.

Mo Hongyue was infuriated.

Li Kuangtu believed that his Half-step Divine Martial Realm cultivation was more than enough to crush Xiao Yang. Killing someone at the Heavenly Martial Realm should have been as easy as turning his hand.

If Li Kuangtu had known Xiao Yang was a swordmaster of the Divine Martial Realm, would he have dared to come?

Knowing he was no match, who would willingly throw their life away?

Xiao Yang pulled out a wooden box, placed Li Kuangtu’s severed head inside, and stored it in his spatial pouch.

From the rooftop of a distant pavilion, a cloaked woman quietly observed the scene in Xiao Yang’s room through a window.

“He’s already reached the Divine Martial Realm? How is that possible?”

The woman murmured to herself.

She was none other than Mo Hongyue.

“Hmm?”

Suddenly, Mo Hongyue sensed something and vanished into the darkness.

At the same time, several figures appeared in the corridor outside Xiao Yang’s room.

Among them was a veiled woman, accompanied by a middle-aged woman and the innkeeper of the Inn.

“This…”

The trio was stunned by the scene in Xiao Yang’s room.

This was the Inn, after all.

Behind the Inn was the Carefree Palace, the eleventh-ranked power in the Northern Territory.

Who would dare to stir up trouble at the Inn?

“Clean this up,” Xiao Yang said, glancing at the veiled woman before walking past them.

Although the woman’s face was covered, Xiao Yang recognized her immediately.

She was Hua Mengli, the Holy Maiden of the Carefree Palace.

In his previous life, Xiao Yang could never forget the unique fragrance emanating from her body.

She had almost ruined his celibacy in his past life.

The fight between Xiao Yang and Li Kuangtu in his room, though brief, had been intense enough to alert the experts at the Inn.

The charming middle-aged woman present was an elder of the Carefree Palace stationed at the inn.

Even the innkeeper, who appeared unassuming, was a deeply hidden expert.

Before Xiao Yang, none of these people could hide their secrets.

The three women exchanged glances.

They all knew Xiao Yang’s identity.

Without stopping him, they let him leave.

“This young man is no ordinary person,” the elder of the Carefree Palace murmured as she watched Xiao Yang’s figure disappear around the corner of the corridor.

Their gazes then fell on the headless corpse in the room.

Who exactly was this person, daring to make a move against the Holy Son of the Azure Sun Sword Sect?

With the Grand Sixty-Year Competition approaching, anything could happen.

Moreover, remnants of the demonic sect were surfacing during this critical time.

If the demonic sect appeared now, it was undoubtedly part of some nefarious scheme.

After all, the demonic sect had once been the common enemy of the Northern Territory, hunted down by all the major factions.

In the end, the demonic sect was forced to retreat into the Demonic Abyss.

No one expected the remnants of the demonic sect to resurface and stir up trouble again.

The world would need to descend into chaos for the demonic sect to seize an opportunity to rise.

“Investigate!”

With a command from the Holy Maiden Hua Mengli, the forces of the Carefree Palace in Jiuxiao City immediately sprang into action.

…

Xiao Yang stepped out of the Inn and looked toward the City Lord’s Mansion.

The Inn was situated on the main street right in front of the mansion.

Xiao Yang smiled faintly and then strode toward the City Lord’s Mansion.

“Halt!”

As he approached the gate, he was stopped by guards.

One guard coldly sized him up and said, “This isn’t a place for just any random stray to enter.”

Xiao Yang had changed into simple black robes. His plain attire and empty hands made him appear inconspicuous compared to the wealthy young nobles dressed in luxurious clothing.

“Hm?”

Xiao Yang’s gaze turned sharp as he looked at the guard.

“What? Are you thinking of causing trouble here? Do you even know where you are? Open your dog eyes and take a good look—this is the City Lord’s Mansion, not a place for someone like you to cause a scene,” another guard sneered disdainfully.

“Why is it that wherever I go, there are always people who look down on others with their dog eyes?” Xiao Yang said calmly.

“What did you just say?”

The two guards glared angrily at him upon hearing this.

They didn’t recognize Xiao Yang and, judging by his attire, assumed he was some freeloading nobody.

If he wanted to freeload, he could’ve at least dressed the part.

“Brother, you can’t get in without an invitation!”

A voice called out from the side.

Xiao Yang turned to see where the voice came from.

A plump young man waddled over, followed by two middle-aged men with an air of authority.

“Well, if it isn’t Young Master Luo Feng,” one of the guards quickly changed his tone, putting on a flattering smile. “Do you know this man?”

Luo Feng was dressed in an outfit that exuded wealth.

He wore a flowing robe made of silken fabric as light as clouds, secured with a finely crafted belt of premium spirit jade. His boots, while seemingly ordinary, were actually made from the fur of spirit beasts and materials imbued with spiritual energy.

His plump hands were adorned with several rings, each crafted from spirit jade and embedded with spirit crystals.

With his body surrounded by a faint spiritual glow, Luo Feng’s presence immediately outshone Xiao Yang’s plain appearance.

To the guards, Xiao Yang, apart from being slightly more handsome, had no other redeeming qualities compared to Luo Feng.

The Luo family of Jiuxiao City was second only to the Li family in prominence.

Luo Feng, the eldest son of the Luo family head Luo Xuan, was notorious for his indulgent lifestyle. Luo Xuan himself was an elder of the Ten Directions Sect.

Known for his extravagant eating, drinking, and partying, Luo Feng’s excessive lifestyle had left him with a haggard appearance, complete with dark circles under his eyes.

He stopped in front of Xiao Yang, sizing him up with his tired eyes.

In fact, many in the city had seen Xiao Yang before.

After all, Xiao Yang had caused a sensation in Jiuxiao City’s market when he stumbled upon an incredibly rare find.

At the time, many had caught a glimpse of him.

But clearly, Luo Feng wasn’t one of them.

“Hmm? Isn’t this Brother Xiao? What’s the matter? Can’t get in?”

Another voice rang out.

Xiao Yang turned to see a familiar figure approaching—a tall, elegant young man with an air of refinement.

It was none other than Tang Chen, the senior disciple of the Heavenly Medicine Sect.