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

Chapter 77:

The supreme dual-element spirit vein of ice and fire in the northern mountains of Yuanlong City held countless smaller veins branching out from the two massive main ones. At this moment, Xiao Yang tracked Gui Yijian into one of these minor veins and, with a single strike, ended Gui Yijian’s life.

As Xiao Yang was inspecting Gui Yijian’s storage bag, a group of people suddenly rushed up behind him. They froze upon seeing Gui Yijian’s corpse and Xiao Yang rummaging through his belongings, their expressions quickly twisting into fury.

“It’s Elder Gui Yijian!”

“This scoundrel killed Elder Gui!”

“How despicable! Taking advantage of someone’s weakened state to kill and plunder!”

Enraged, the group brandished their weapons, surrounding Xiao Yang.

“You brat! It doesn’t matter who you are; today, you’ll pay with your life!” barked a middle-aged man leading the group. His hand gripped a massive war blade, its surface glowing with intricate runes as a potent blade aura radiated from it. This man was clearly a blade cultivator, a grandmaster at the Heavenly Martial Realm.

On Yuanwu Continent, martial paths flourished in variety—not all warriors trained in swordsmanship. Yet, sword cultivators were undisputedly among the most formidable in the cultivation world.

Xiao Yang smirked. “You attack without asking questions. Are all Guiyuan Sect members so blind to justice? Bullying the weak, acting shamelessly? Is this the legacy of your sect?”

“Shut your mouth!” The middle-aged man’s grip tightened on his weapon, his face flushed with rage.

“The esteemed ancestor of Guiyuan Sect once dominated the Northern Territory with unmatched might. If he knew what his descendants had become, he’d be turning in his grave,” Xiao Yang sneered.

“How dare you insult our founding ancestor? Your death today is certain!” The man stomped the ground, creating a thunderous quake. With his war blade raised high, he leapt into the air, slashing down with a force that seemed to split the heavens. The surrounding area trembled as the blade’s energy surged, drawing in the dense spiritual energy of the spirit vein. The blade aura extended over ten meters, its power magnified exponentially.

“Senior Brother Ding Xuan is attacking! That scoundrel is done for!”

“This villain took advantage of Elder Gui’s injuries to kill him and steal his treasures. He deserves to die!”

The other disciples of Guiyuan Sect retreated to avoid the fallout. They assumed Xiao Yang had ambushed a weakened Gui Yijian, underestimating their elder’s strength.

Xiao Yang sighed. “Killing for treasure? You have vivid imaginations. Even if Gui Yijian were at his peak, his meager level-one sword intent would still be no match for my level ten sword intent.”

As Ding Xuan’s blade descended toward him, Xiao Yang casually raised his fingers, forming a sword gesture, and pointed upward.

Clang!

A crisp sound echoed as Ding Xuan’s war blade shattered into countless fragments, scattering like a deadly rain.

Ding Xuan was thrown back by the explosion of his weapon, his body riddled with shrapnel as blood sprayed from his wounds. He crashed into a wall with a groan, leaving a bloody smear before slumping to the ground.

“What…” The Guiyuan Sect disciples were dumbstruck. Their mighty Senior Brother Ding Xuan, a Heavenly Martial Realm grandmaster, had been defeated with a single gesture.

Clutching the remains of his blade, Ding Xuan staggered to his feet, his hands trembling as blood seeped between his fingers. “Who… who are you?” he stammered, his voice quivering with fear.

“Why does it matter?” Xiao Yang replied calmly. “For those about to die, my name is meaningless.”

“Run!” Ding Xuan suddenly roared, his voice tinged with desperation.

Xiao Yang initially assumed Ding Xuan would stay behind and fight to buy time for his juniors to escape. Instead, Ding Xuan turned tail and bolted, leaving his companions in chaos.

“Fools.” Xiao Yang chuckled coldly as his sword intent flared. A golden streak of fiery sword light burst forth, instantly slicing through the fleeing disciples. Blood mist filled the air as their bodies were obliterated, leaving no trace behind.

The sword light returned to Xiao Yang, merging seamlessly into his body. He extended his hand, and the disciples’ storage bags flew into his grasp. Weighing them briefly, he smirked. “Now this is what killing for treasure looks like.”

Without examining the contents, he tossed the bags into his spatial ring, a far superior storage artifact compared to regular bags. Adjusting the ring on his thumb, Xiao Yang began pursuing Ding Xuan deeper into the vein.

The air grew thick with the scent of blood as he followed the trail. After several miles, the path opened into a vast underground cavern. In the center, a small pool shimmered, exuding dense spiritual energy.

“A spirit spring?” Xiao Yang murmured in surprise. He hadn’t expected to find such a rare phenomenon at the end of this minor vein—a node where the spiritual energy of the vein converged.

Realizing he had no escape, Ding Xuan collapsed to his knees near the spring, his voice trembling as he begged, “Spare me, Senior… Please, spare my life…”

Xiao Yang’s gaze remained cold. “Survival of the fittest. When you tried to kill me, did you think about mercy? If you were stronger, I’d already be a corpse under your blade.”

“No, no, you misunderstand…” Ding Xuan’s terror peaked as he kowtowed repeatedly, his forehead striking the ground with loud thuds.

Xiao Yang approached him slowly, his voice eerily calm. “You wanted to kill me, so I’ll kill you. Fair, isn’t it?”

Ding Xuan’s spirit crumbled further as he continued to plead for his life. Suddenly, a blade of light shot from his body, aiming directly at Xiao Yang’s chest.

“Die, you bastard!” Ding Xuan roared, his face twisting into a crazed grin. At such close range, he was confident Xiao Yang couldn’t dodge.

The light struck Xiao Yang’s chest with a deafening boom.