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

Chapter 63:

The elder of the Guiyuan Martial Sect, Gui Teng, directly ordered his disciples to seize Xiao Yang.

Chu Xiao and the others stood motionless.

Are you joking? That man is Xiao Yang—Xiao Yang!

He’s the one who defeated the Saintess of the Soaring Sword Sect’s younger generation.

Chu Xiao and his group were taken aback, feeling an intense dissatisfaction. Gui Teng wanted them to confront Xiao Yang? That would be asking for humiliation.

“A so-called elder of the Guiyuan Martial Sect, yet he can’t even command his disciples?”

Xiao Yang’s voice was cold, carrying a hint of disdain.

Gui Teng’s face darkened at those words, and all eyes turned toward him.

“Are you going to act or not?” Gui Teng bellowed at Chu Xiao and the others, his tone laced with anger.

Chu Xiao remained calm, but the two junior disciples behind him exchanged uncertain glances.

As much as they wanted to avoid offending Gui Teng—an elder of the Guiyuan Martial Sect—they also didn’t want to challenge someone like Xiao Yang, who clearly outclassed them.

“Forgive us, Elder, but we are followers of the Holy Son and take orders only from him,” Chu Xiao replied smoothly, invoking the name of the Guiyuan Martial Sect’s Holy Son.

“You…”

Gui Teng hadn’t expected Chu Xiao to openly defy his command, using the Holy Son’s name to put him in an awkward position. It was a slap to his authority in front of everyone.

“Ha! And you call yourself an elder?” Xiao Yang chuckled mockingly, his disdain for Gui Teng evident.

While Gui Teng held the title of an inner elder in the Guiyuan Martial Sect, his status was far beneath that of the sect’s Holy Son.

The Holy Son of any sect held unparalleled respect and was typically the successor to the sect leader, destined to ascend to the highest position unless extraordinary circumstances intervened.

Gui Teng, by contrast, was merely an elder, only capable of bossing around disciples without strong backgrounds. Those with any notable lineage paid him no heed.

Normally, disciples like Chu Xiao would avoid antagonizing someone like Gui Teng, given his family’s influence. But the situation now was different.

They knew they were no match for Xiao Yang and refused to let Gui Teng use them as pawns.

Gui Teng’s face turned red with fury.

“Fine! If no one will act, I’ll deal with this arrogant brat myself!”

He stepped forward, and a violent aura erupted from his body.

“You shameless old dog! Dare to touch our Senior Brother, and you’ll regret it!”

Song Qiang shouted angrily.

The disciples of the Azure Sun Sword Sect were all infuriated by Gui Teng’s bullying and slander of their Senior Brother.

Lei Renjie, Li Yunhu, and the others glared at Gui Teng, their anger barely contained.

“What? A group of ants dares to be insolent before a dragon? How laughable.”

Gui Teng sneered, taking another step forward as his oppressive aura spread outward.

The weight of his power pressed down on everyone, making them feel as though a massive mountain had descended upon them.

“So strong…”

Lei Renjie and the others struggled to resist, forced to channel their energy to withstand the pressure.

“You old dog, how dare you—” Song Qiang roared, but Gui Teng waved a hand dismissively.

Slap!

A loud smack echoed as Song Qiang was sent flying through the air, crashing into a roadside stall in a miserable heap.

Zheng Fan and Qi Xuan rushed to help him up, retreating cautiously.

“You dare lay a hand on my junior brother?” Xiao Yang’s gaze sharpened, anger flashing in his eyes as he saw Song Qiang’s swollen face.

“Hmph. Not only will I deal with your junior brother, but I’ll deal with you, the so-called Holy Son of the Azure Sun Sword Sect!”

Gui Teng stepped closer, each step causing the air to tremble as though the heavens and earth were shaking.

Though his aura was overwhelming, Xiao Yang stood firm, fists clenched, staring Gui Teng down without flinching.

“You unfilial son, stop this madness and apologize to Elder Gui!” Xiao Zhenshan’s shout rang out.

“Apologize? To this bullying old fool?” Xiao Yang’s laughter was cold.

“Brother, don’t be foolish! Offending the Guiyuan Martial Sect will bring disaster to the Xiao family!” Xiao Yue cried in alarm.

“Yang’er, stop this nonsense!” Chen Ruolan, their mother, shouted anxiously.

“Haha…”

Xiao Yang laughed bitterly, his heart heavy.

To his parents and sister, his defiance of injustice and courage to stand up against oppression was nothing more than “madness,” “foolishness,” and “nonsense.”

“Even if you kneel and beg now, it’s too late. Not only will I deal with you, but I’ll destroy the Xiao family. Your insignificant clan means nothing to me!”

Gui Teng’s tone dripped with arrogance.

“Is that so?”

Xiao Yang’s eyes turned icy as killing intent surged within him. He was ready to strike.

With his speed, no one within ten meters—let alone Gui Teng at half a step into the Divine Martial Realm—could block his attack.

But just as he was about to act, a loud voice came from a nearby carriage.

“What bold arrogance!”

The carriage curtain was lifted, and a man stepped out.

“Elder Lei…”

Xiao Zhenshan greeted the man with a smile, only to be ignored, leaving him awkwardly standing there.

“Greetings, Elder Lei,” the crowd greeted respectfully.

“Master…” Lei Renjie stepped forward.

Xiao Yang remained calm, watching Lei Lie with an indifferent expression.

So, he finally decided to show up.

Had Lei Lie not intervened, Gui Teng would already be a corpse.

“Lei Lie?” Gui Teng’s expression shifted as he recognized the man.

“You despicable coward. Even after all these years, you haven’t changed a bit,” Lei Lie sneered, stepping in front of Gui Teng.

“Lei Lie…” Gui Teng growled, his teeth clenched in anger.

Xiao Yang observed the exchange with interest. There seemed to be unresolved grievances between Lei Lie and Gui Teng.

In his previous life, Xiao Yang had been too preoccupied with Jiang Ting and Qin Fei to notice such details.

“The feud between the Xiao and Liu families should be settled between them. Why are you interfering?” Lei Lie said coldly.

“Your sect’s Holy Son assaulted my nephew. What about that?” Gui Teng retorted angrily.

“Ha! As a cultivator, your nephew should have had the strength to defend himself. If he got beaten, that’s his own fault!” Lei Lie scoffed.

“You dare say that?” Gui Teng’s face turned red with fury.

“Am I wrong? You’re an elder, yet you rely on your power to bully younger disciples. Do you even have any dignity left? Does your Guiyuan Martial Sect?” Lei Lie countered sharply.

“Outrageous! Your sect’s Holy Son killed and injured people in broad daylight. That’s blatant bullying!” Gui Teng shouted, pointing at Xiao Yang.

“Am I giving you too much face?” Xiao Yang’s icy gaze locked onto Gui Teng.

“You…”

Bang!

Before Gui Teng could react, Xiao Yang vanished and reappeared in front of him, delivering a punch to his face.

“Blabbering nonsense—truly asking for it!”

Bang!

Another punch landed squarely on Gui Teng’s face.

“…”

The crowd stared in stunned silence, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

Even Lei Lie was left dumbfounded.