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

Chapter 95:

Xiao Yang stood atop the mountain peak outside the city, gazing down at Black Wind City below. Under the cover of night, the city resembled a massive beast lying in wait, ready to devour any living creature that dared to enter.

From within the city came intermittent, faint sounds of opera singing. In the city’s central square, a stage had appeared. From his vantage point, Xiao Yang could make out shadowy figures moving on the stage. Yet, the rows of seats before the stage were eerily empty.

The entire city was brightly lit, yet not a single person could be seen. The butcher at the city gate turned out to be a black bear demon. The haunting opera singing and the ominous aura that permeated the city made the scene all the more unsettling.

Meanwhile, on the streets inside the city, sword energy surged and clashed. Lin Wangchuan and the black bear demon had taken their battle from the butcher shop to the open street. The bear demon, dressed in human clothing and still wearing an apron, wielded its butcher knife against Lin Wangchuan’s flying sword. Sparks flew as their weapons clashed.

Lei Renjie, Li Yunhu, and Song Qiang had spread out, their flying swords drawn, keeping a close eye on the bear demon. Jiang Ting, meanwhile, pulled Qin Fei behind her, retreating to a safer position. Elder Lei Lie observed the scene coldly. A mere low-level demon wasn’t worth his effort.

Lei Lie had led these promising disciples of the Azure Sun Sword Sect down the mountain via the land route to the Yuanwu Immortal Domain with the intent of tempering them. This journey was meant to prepare them for the Centennial Competition through real-world experience.

Lin Wangchuan, agile like a monkey, leaped and darted around, pressing the bear demon back with relentless attacks.

“Yoo-hoo!” Lin Wangchuan let out a playful shout, using his flying sword to parry the butcher knife before flipping midair and delivering a powerful kick to the bear demon’s chest. The demon was sent flying several meters, skidding across the ground before coming to a stop.

“Roar!” The bear demon bellowed in fury and scrambled to its feet.

“Wow, you’re tough!” Lin Wangchuan remarked, surprised. His kick packed significant power—enough to crush a human’s chest entirely. Yet, the bear demon merely roared in defiance.

Without warning, the bear demon turned into a wisp of black smoke and darted toward the city, disappearing into the night.

“Hey, don’t run! Come back and fight! I’ll even let you have a hand or a leg!” Lin Wangchuan shouted as he stepped onto his flying sword and gave chase.

“Come back here!” Lei Lie roared, alarmed, but Lin Wangchuan had already vanished into the mist.

Everyone froze in shock. Song Qiang prepared to follow but was stopped by Lei Renjie.

“Don’t act rashly,” Lei Renjie said firmly, glancing at Lei Lie, whose face was dark with anger. Lin Wangchuan’s recklessness had long tested the elder’s patience. Now, it had pushed things to the brink.

“Master, what should we do?” Lei Renjie asked nervously.

“What else? We press on,” Lei Lie said grimly. Electric sparks danced around him as he strode deeper into the city.

The sound of heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed down the eerily silent streets, accompanied by the unsettling opera singing that continued to linger in the air.

From his perch on the mountain peak, Xiao Yang observed the scene below. He was in no hurry to intervene. Lin Wangchuan’s sword light flitted rapidly through the city streets as he pursued the black smoke. The faint demonic aura remained elusive, and the haunting opera persisted. Above, the once-normal moon had turned blood-red.

“A blood moon… A great demon awakens?” Xiao Yang murmured, gazing at the sky. Memories from his past life resurfaced, and he pieced together the truth about Black Wind City.

So, it was that being.

Meanwhile, Lei Lie led the group deeper into the city along the streets.

“What is going on here?” Jiang Ting muttered, glancing uneasily at the brightly lit shops lining the road. Each storefront stood open, yet not a soul was inside. The eerie emptiness sent shivers down everyone’s spines.

Chilly winds howled, and mist coiled around them. Suddenly, the sound of something rolling echoed from up ahead. The group stopped in their tracks.

“What’s that?” Lei Lie’s expression grew tense. Even he didn’t know what kind of monster lurked in this ghostly city. Cities didn’t turn into ghost towns without reason, and lights didn’t spontaneously illuminate empty homes. Whatever was at work here was no ordinary force.

Lei Lie regretted bringing the group into the city. The unknown presence was clearly not a low-level demon—it was something far more formidable.

As the rolling object emerged from the mist, the group gasped in shock. It was a skull.

The skull tumbled forward, its hollow sockets staring lifelessly. As it rolled, it made sharp, crisp clinking sounds against the cobblestone street.

Everyone grew tense.

“Senior Sister…” Qin Fei whimpered, clutching Jiang Ting’s sleeve in fear.

“Don’t be afraid, Junior Brother. I’ll protect you,” Jiang Ting reassured him.

Qin Fei, in truth, wasn’t scared at all. He had grown up in the brutal Demon Abyss, where survival required cunning and ruthlessness. He knew how to act the part of the weak to manipulate others, especially Jiang Ting, who was naive and kind-hearted.

On the mountain, Xiao Yang observed a few shadowy figures silently scaling the city walls and slipping inside. Their faint demonic aura betrayed their affiliation with the Demon Sect.

“So, Qin Fei has started his act,” Xiao Yang muttered with a cold smile. This was typical of Qin Fei, who never missed an opportunity to stage a performance, especially before Jiang Ting.

In Xiao Yang’s previous life, Qin Fei had saved Jiang Ting in a perilous situation, earning her unwavering loyalty. It was Jiang Ting’s devotion to Qin Fei that led to her sacrificing herself to protect him, blocking Xiao Yang’s sword with her life. That moment had allowed Qin Fei to deliver the fatal blow to Xiao Yang.

The memory stirred a dull ache in Xiao Yang’s chest.

In the city, Lei Renjie strode boldly forward and slashed the skull in half with his sword. As the blade struck, a dark light erupted from the hollow eye sockets, darting toward him like lightning.

Everyone gasped in alarm, unprepared for the skull to conceal such danger.