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

Chapter 54:

At the depths of Thousand Dragon Pond, in the ancient ruins, Xiao Yang, recalling the schemes of the Demonic Sect from his previous life, decisively shattered the formation and took the Lunar Dragon Pearl, a priceless treasure.

Just as he secured the pearl, an elder of the Demonic Sect emerged from the shadows.

The elder’s body was shrouded in thick demonic energy, his crimson eyes radiating a ferocious light.

“Young man, die!”

Without any preamble, the elder leapt forward, extending his right hand as an enormous Crimson Blood Demon Claw materialized in the air. The claw surged with malevolent energy, instantly enveloping Xiao Yang, cutting off all avenues of escape.

Trying to kill me with one strike?

Xiao Yang’s lips curled into a smirk. Holding the Lunar Dragon Pearl in his right hand, he waved his left hand, unleashing the power of Level Ten Sword Intent.

The Crimson Blood Demon Claw shattered in an instant.

“Pfft!”

The elder spewed a mist of blood as piercing sword energy tore through his chest, leaving a gaping hole.

“Sword… Intent?”

The elder’s eyes widened in terror before his lifeless body collapsed to the ground.

With just one strike, Xiao Yang eliminated the Demonic Sect elder, who had at least reached the Heavenly Martial Realm’s Great Accomplishment stage.

“Meng… Elder…”

A horrified shout echoed as three more black-clad figures burst into the ruins.

Seeing the elder’s lifeless body on the ground, the trio froze in shock.

“Who are you to dare steal the sacred treasure of our sect?”

The leader, a thin, sinister-looking middle-aged man, demanded sharply.

The two others immediately summoned their flying swords, demonic energy swirling ominously around the blades.

Most of the Demonic Sect’s weapons were forged from Black Demon Iron, mined from the infamous Demon Abyss.

Xiao Yang, however, remained silent. Now that he understood the Demonic Sect’s grand scheme, he had no intention of letting these members walk away alive.

With a flick of his left hand, his Crimson Sun Sword materialized in his grasp, emanating a sharp, oppressive sword aura.

“That’s… the Crimson Sun Sword? You’re Xiao Yang, the Holy Son of the Azure Sun Sword Sect!”

The leader gasped, recognizing the weapon immediately.

“Oh? You know me?”

Xiao Yang raised an eyebrow, surprised but not entirely.

It must be Qin Fei’s doing, he thought. The man likely detailed his traits to the Demonic Sect.

The Crimson Sun Sword was forged from Crimson Sun Divine Iron, which Xiao Yang had personally risked his life to obtain from the perilous Crimson Sun Fire Valley. That mission had been a harrowing ordeal, but he had emerged victorious, crafting one of the most formidable swords in the Northern Territory.

But that was the past.

In his previous life, all the treasures Xiao Yang obtained at great personal risk were handed over to those he trusted most. Yet those very people gifted them to Qin Fei without hesitation.

The memory still stung.

“I bled and sweated for them, and they repaid me by feeding my treasures to a dog,” Xiao Yang thought bitterly, clenching the Crimson Sun Sword tighter.

“Kill him!”

Without hesitation, the leader of the Demonic Sect gave the command.

The two underlings immediately sent their flying swords hurtling toward Xiao Yang in a deadly spiral of demonic energy.

Sigh.

Xiao Yang shook his head in disappointment.

With a flick of his wrist, a radiant sword light erupted from the Crimson Sun Sword, stretching dozens of meters into the air.

In an instant, the swirling demonic sword energy was obliterated.

One sweeping motion of the blade later, all three Demonic Sect members were cleaved in half, their bodies collapsing to the ground.

“Sword… Intent… Impossible…”

The leader stammered in disbelief, his life ebbing away.

Ignoring their dying groans, Xiao Yang retrieved a jade box from his robes, carefully sealing the Lunar Dragon Pearl inside before storing it.

His gaze swept the area.

The ruins had two entrances: the one he had used, leading through the pond, and another used by the Demonic Sect members, now visible across the chamber.

It’s time to leave.

Before departing, Xiao Yang channeled his sword energy, severing the Spirit Gathering Formation and the hidden Wind Blade Formation beneath it. The intricate patterns cracked and faded, rendering the formations useless.

He exited through the other entrance.

…

Under the night sky, several miles from Thousand Dragon Pond, a small wooden hut stood inconspicuously.

The door creaked open as Xiao Yang stepped out, surveying the surroundings.

“This entrance is well hidden,” he murmured, noting the hut’s modest appearance, which included animal pelts hanging outside and traps stacked in the corners.

Just as he was about to leave, his keen ears picked up movement.

He darted into the nearby woods, blending seamlessly into the shadows.

Moments later, a black-clad figure rushed into the hut, emerging a short while later in a panic and heading straight toward South Stone Town.

“So, the Demonic Sect does have ties to Qin Fei,” Xiao Yang thought, his suspicions confirmed.

A faint smile played on his lips as a plan began to form in his mind.

He turned back toward the hut, reentered the underground ruins, and retraced his steps.

…

“Splash!”

Xiao Yang emerged from the pond, dripping wet, and swam to the shore.

To his surprise, Lin Wangchuan was roasting the massive Golden Silk Dragon Carp King over a makeshift fire.

“Brother Holy Son, you’re finally out! I was so worried,” Lin Wangchuan exclaimed, rushing over to him.

Xiao Yang glanced at the oversized fish and shook his head.

“Why don’t you take it back to town and let a professional chef handle it?” he suggested.

The carp was enormous—there was no way Lin Wangchuan could roast it properly. Besides, such a fish likely contained a Beast Core, making it even more valuable.

“Why didn’t I think of that?” Lin Wangchuan smacked his forehead in realization.

“Then what are you waiting for?” Xiao Yang urged, his gaze sweeping the surrounding forest.

He spotted movement—a shadow quickly retreating after seeing him emerge.

By the time Lin Wangchuan carried the fish back to town, the sight of the enormous carp caused an uproar.

Crowds gathered, marveling at the creature’s size and the long golden whiskers adorning its face.

Amid the commotion, Xiao Yang quietly slipped away.

Meanwhile, Qin Fei received word of what had transpired.

He couldn’t sit still.

The Lunar Dragon Pearl was a pivotal piece in his grand scheme to resurrect the Demonic Sect. Losing it was not an option.

Claiming he needed rest, Qin Fei retired to his room but soon slipped out of the inn and headed toward the secluded hut near Thousand Dragon Pond.

By then, a dozen Demonic Sect operatives had already gathered at the hut, awaiting his arrival.

From the shadows of the nearby forest, Xiao Yang watched silently, a faint smirk on his face.

“Qin Fei, this time, you’ll reap what you’ve sown.”