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

Chapter 13:

At the rear of Azure Sun Sword Sect, there was a tea garden filled with spiritual mist tea plants. Among them stood the mother tree, rumored to have been personally planted by the sect’s founding patriarch. The tea leaves harvested from this mother tree brewed the rarest and most potent spirit mist tea. These leaves were scarce, and only the sect master, the two elders, and the Holy Son could partake of its refined benefits.

How had Qin Fei acquired such an exquisite spirit mist tea? Naturally, it had been gifted to him by Jiang Ting, the junior martial sister.

As Xiao Yang descended onto the summit of Azure Sun Mountain, stepping off his flying sword, the gathered disciples erupted into excitement. Wherever he walked, the crowd parted respectfully, creating a clear path for him.

“Greetings, Master and Elders,” Xiao Yang said with a slight bow as he approached Jiang Qitian and the others.

“This is Senior Sword Immortal Li Daozhen of the Fuyao Sword Sect. Greet Senior Li,” Jiang Qitian introduced.

“Greetings, Senior Li,” Xiao Yang said, turning to the seated woman.

“You’re Xiao Yang?” Li Daozhen put down her tea cup and studied him.
The young man standing before her wore pristine white robes, his tall and lean frame exuding elegance. With sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, his appearance was striking.

“I am indeed Xiao Yang,” he replied calmly.

“Don’t waste time. If you’re capable, come to the stage and fight,” said a voice from the sparring platform. It was Li Xingyao, who had grown impatient.

“Haha, my disciple can be a little impatient. Perhaps you two should begin the duel?” Li Daozhen smiled. 

Despite Xiao Yang’s delay, her first impression of him was surprisingly favorable. Compared to Qin Fei and Lei Renjie, Xiao Yang exuded an air of quiet confidence, something honed by experience and resilience.

His bearing was polished and subdued, with a gaze that was both clear and profound—traits far beyond his apparent age. Unbeknownst to Li Daozhen, Xiao Yang’s demeanor stemmed from the memories of a thousand years he had lived in his previous life.

Xiao Yang turned to face the platform in the center of the square. His gaze locked onto the figure of Li Xingyao standing on the stage.

“Li Xingyao…” Xiao Yang’s deep eyes lingered on her. She was a legend in the Northern Territory, but her fate in the previous life had been tragic and undeserved. A peerless beauty, a masterful swordswoman, and yet her end had been unnecessarily cruel.

Xiao Yang was about to step onto the platform when a voice called out.

“Senior Brother, wait.”

Jiang Ting approached with a teacup in her hands. Xiao Yang turned to face her.

“Senior Brother, I offer you this tea as a gesture of encouragement. May you win this fight and uphold the honor of Azure Sun Sword Sect!” Jiang Ting smiled warmly as she held out the cup.

Xiao Yang stared at her, his heart uneasy. In his previous life, it had been this very cup of tea that led to his humiliating defeat.

Now, reborn, Jiang Ting once again extended the same tea toward him. Xiao Yang’s gaze shifted to the pavilion on the outskirts of the square. His eyes met Qin Fei’s for a fleeting moment before Qin Fei quickly looked away.

Xiao Yang withdrew his gaze.
Qin Fei, so even in this life, you plan to use Jiang Ting to harm me?

“Senior Brother, are you still upset with me?” Jiang Ting frowned, her tone slightly annoyed when she saw Xiao Yang hesitating.

“Don’t be so petty, Senior Brother!” She pouted playfully.

In the past, whenever Jiang Ting used this tone, Xiao Yang would give in and end up doing whatever she wanted.

This time, Xiao Yang silently stared at her before finally taking the cup and drinking the tea in one gulp.

“May Senior Brother triumph and bring glory to our sect!” the surrounding disciples cheered in unison.

In the pavilion, Qin Fei’s eyes lit up with excitement. Xiao Yang had drunk the tea. Qin Fei’s heart raced with satisfaction.

‘Xiao Yang, if I can’t win, you won’t win either!’

On the sparring platform, Li Xingyao stood calmly, her sword in hand, silently observing Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang abruptly hurled the empty teacup onto the ground, shattering it into pieces. 

Without hesitation, he leaped into the air, landing gracefully on the platform like a falling leaf.

He stepped forward until he stood directly opposite Li Xingyao. 

The entire sect held its breath, watching the two figures on the stage.

“Sect Master Jiang, this disciple of yours is no ordinary talent,” Li Daozhen remarked with a calm smile, her gaze fixed on Xiao Yang.

Her instincts told her that this young man would be a formidable opponent for her protégé.

In five months, the Centennial Competition—a grand event occurring every sixty years in the Northern Territory—would take place. It was a critical moment for the Fuyao Sword Sect to reaffirm its dominance.

Li Daozhen’s journey with her disciple, Li Xingyao, was meant to demonstrate their power and to send a message: Li Xingyao was the unrivaled genius of the Northern Territory, and the Fuyao Sword Sect’s position was unshakable.

“Senior Li, you jest. My disciple is nowhere near as remarkable as yours. As long as he doesn’t lose too miserably, I’ll be satisfied,” Jiang Qitian said heavily.

Both elders’ expressions were somber.

The match would likely end with the Azure Sun Sword Sect’s reputation being trampled underfoot to elevate the Fuyao Sword Sect’s prestige.

Li Daozhen merely smiled and sipped her tea without replying.

The square was deathly silent, all eyes on the platform.

Qin Fei sneered. Today, Xiao Yang was destined to suffer a devastating defeat.

“That rebellious son… I hope he can at least defeat that so-called Fuyao Saintess,” muttered Xiao Zhenshan, watching anxiously.

“Big Brother will definitely avenge you, Brother Fei,” Xiao Yue whispered beside Qin Fei.

Qin Fei, however, sneered inwardly. These fools were far too gullible.

Xiao Yang looked at Li Xingyao and chuckled softly. “You’ve beaten Qin Fei so badly. Aren’t you afraid he’ll seek revenge?”

“Revenge? From him?” Li Xingyao’s tone was laced with disdain. A so-called genius with an innate Dao physique was nothing more than trash who couldn’t even force her to draw her sword.

“Better to offend a gentleman than a scoundrel,” Xiao Yang warned lightly.

“Oh? Isn’t he your junior? Why advise me to guard against him?” Li Xingyao asked, curious.

“Because he’s annoying,” Xiao Yang replied flatly.

“Enough nonsense. Let’s fight,” Li Xingyao said, dismissing the topic.

“Fine. Today, I shall experience the Fuyao Sword Sect’s swordsmanship and Starlight Plucking Hand!” Xiao Yang replied, raising his right hand.

A small light sword materialized in his palm.

“So fast!” Li Xingyao’s heart skipped a beat.

Jiang Qitian and Li Daozhen exchanged startled glances. Xiao Yang’s control over his flying sword was so precise it moved as if it were an extension of his own body.

If he advanced further, could he comprehend sword intent—a realm typically reserved for Divine Martial Realm sword cultivators?

“Watch closely!” Xiao Yang said. 

With a wave of his hand, the light sword transformed into a streak of dazzling light, streaking toward Li Xingyao with incredible speed.

The sharp sword light seemed to slice through the void, emitting a deep whistling sound as it shot toward Li Xingyao’s chest.

Cold, piercing sword energy filled the air, leaving the surrounding disciples of Azure Suna Sword Sect in awe.

Finally, the two prodigious sword talents were clashing.

The crowd held their breath, knowing this battle would determine the honor of their sect.