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

Chapter 115:

In Tianshui City, Xiao Yang encountered Ning Shu, the Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Medical Sect, and his confidante from his previous life. Seeing her again filled him with excitement.

In his past life, Ning Shu had fallen victim to the Demonic Sect’s cruelty, and Xiao Yang had vowed to eradicate them to avenge her. Yet, before he could fulfill his promise, he was killed by Qin Fei during their final battle, his heart pierced by a single sword strike.

Reborn into this life, Xiao Yang swore to prevent the tragedy from repeating itself. He now knew the true culprit—Qin Fei.

In his past life, Qin Fei had used every despicable method imaginable to dethrone Xiao Yang from his position as the Holy Son of the Azure Sun Sword Sect. No matter how underhanded the tactic, Qin Fei employed it if it harmed Xiao Yang.

Qin Fei had succeeded. He had manipulated Jiang Ting, Xiao Yang’s junior sister, and even Xiao Yang’s parents, bringing them to his side. Even Xiao Yang’s master, Jiang Qitian, secretly cultivated Qin Fei as a replacement, treating Xiao Yang as nothing more than a disposable pawn.

Looking back, Xiao Yang realized why he couldn’t defeat Qin Fei in his previous life. Everyone around him—his master, his sect, his family, and even his junior sister—had sided with Qin Fei. Xiao Yang was utterly alone. Those junior disciples who had been loyal to him were systematically eliminated by Qin Fei.

Even Ning Shu, his only confidante, ultimately fell victim to Qin Fei’s schemes.

And Qin Fei was not just any ordinary enemy; he was the young master of the Demonic Sect. How could Xiao Yang, alone and unsupported, compete with such a cunning and ruthless adversary?

In his past life, Xiao Yang was doomed to fail. But this time, things would be different. This time, he would strike first, destroying those close to Qin Fei one by one. This time, Qin Fei would taste the bitterness of loneliness.

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In Tianshui City, nearly everyone had been afflicted by a strange and deadly poison. On the city square, Ning Shu had fed her only life-saving divine pill to a little girl who was on the brink of death. The girl recovered, but Ning Shu’s selfless act placed her in a precarious situation.

Seeing the little girl cured, the surrounding crowd surged toward Ning Shu, begging her to save them too.

“Please, save my child…”
“Help me, I don’t want to die…”

The cries of the crowd were heart-wrenching. The disciples of the Heavenly Medical Sect, unwilling to harm ordinary citizens, shielded Ning Shu from the pressing throng without using force.

Ning Shu looked at the desperate faces around her and felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness. The life-saving divine pill was a singular treasure, and the city was full of poisoned victims. Even as the Holy Maiden, she could do nothing.

More and more people pressed forward, and the situation threatened to spiral out of control. Just as the disciples were preparing to use force to hold the crowd back, a thunderous voice echoed across the square.

“Step aside! I can save you all!”

The powerful voice silenced the entire square. Everyone turned to see who had spoken.

A young man in white strode forward confidently—it was Xiao Yang.

When Ning Shu turned and saw him, her beautiful eyes lit up with astonishment. At that moment, Xiao Yang seemed to radiate light. His figure was indelibly etched into Ning Shu’s memory.

Though she had never met Xiao Yang in this life, Xiao Yang, armed with memories of his past life, recognized her. He also knew the true nature of the plague and what was causing it.

“Move aside!” Xiao Yang commanded, shoving aside those in his path. The people blocking his way stumbled and fell, crying out in shock and pain.

Unlike Ning Shu, whose kindness prevented her from taking action against the poisoned victims, Xiao Yang showed no such hesitation. 

Ning Shu might have been a master healer and a skilled warrior, but her compassion left her vulnerable to manipulation.

Ning Shu, after all, was the Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Medical Sect—a sect renowned across the Northern Territory for its dual focus on medicine and martial arts. As one of the Northern Territory’s top ten sects, the Heavenly Medical Sect was a formidable power. As its Holy Maiden, Ning Shu herself was a martial artist at the Heavenly Martial Realm.

Surprised, Ning Shu watched Xiao Yang approach.

“Stand back!” A Heavenly Medical Sect disciple stepped forward to block Xiao Yang’s path.

“Out of my way!” Xiao Yang growled, grabbing the disciple by the collar and tossing him aside. The other disciples gasped in shock.

Reaching Ning Shu, Xiao Yang stretched out his hand and pulled away her veil.

Caught off guard, Ning Shu instinctively stepped back, but Xiao Yang’s hand caught her face.

“It’s really you! Still the same… Haha!” Xiao Yang exclaimed, unable to hide his joy as he gently pinched her cheek.

Ning Shu’s eyes widened in shock as she stared at him.

“Y-you… how dare you?!” she stammered.

The surrounding disciples were equally stunned. How dare someone be so audacious as to touch their Holy Maiden’s face? She was revered as a celestial being—untouchable and sacred.

Even the refugees in the square were dumbfounded. To them, Ning Shu was a goddess descended to save them, and this man had just humiliated her in front of everyone.

Furious, Ning Shu flipped her hand, producing a silver needle, and aimed it at Xiao Yang’s wrist. Xiao Yang quickly withdrew his hand.

“Who are you to act so rudely?” Ning Shu demanded, her voice tinged with anger as she reattached her veil.

“I’m Xiao Yang!” Xiao Yang replied reflexively, realizing too late that Ning Shu had yet to meet him in this life.

In his previous life, they had first crossed paths during the Hexagram Competition, which was still seven days away. Back then, Ning Shu had created an antidote just in time to save the remaining citizens of Tianshui City, though most had already died by then. She had blamed herself for the high death toll, believing her skills inadequate.

Only Xiao Yang knew the truth. The plague was no accident; it was part of a conspiracy orchestrated by the Demonic Sect to target the Heavenly Medical Sect.

The Demonic Sect had been operating covertly for centuries. Its disciples had infiltrated the major sects of the Northern Territory. Even Qin Fei, the Demonic Sect’s young master, had infiltrated the Azure Sun Sword Sect. Who knew how many other sects harbored such spies?

“Xiao Yang? Are you the Holy Son of the Azure Sun Sword Sect who recently defeated Li Xingyao, the Holy Maiden of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect?” a handsome young man beside Ning Shu suddenly asked.

The mention of Xiao Yang’s name brought the crowd back to the present. The disciples of the Heavenly Medical Sect stared at him in awe. Xiao Yang’s fame had spread across the Northern Territory in recent months. Many believed he would be the dark horse of the upcoming Hexagram Competition.

“You claim you can save these people?” Ning Shu asked, her gaze steady. She was unconcerned with Xiao Yang’s identity; saving the city was her priority.

“Of course!” Xiao Yang replied confidently. In his past life, Ning Shu had told him everything about the Tianshui City poison. He had even seen the antidote recipe she had created.

“Ridiculous! If even our Heavenly Medical Sect is powerless, how can you cure this disease?” the young man scoffed.

“Care to bet on it?” Xiao Yang challenged, smirking.

“What kind of bet?” the young man demanded.

“I bet I can cure everyone in the city,” Xiao Yang said with a confident grin.

The young man hesitated, glancing at Ning Shu.

“Afraid?” Xiao Yang taunted.

The Heavenly Medical Sect disciples urged their senior to accept the challenge, not wanting their sect’s reputation tarnished.

“Fine, I’ll bet with you!” the young man, identified as Tang Chen, declared.

“What happens if you lose?” Tang Chen asked coldly.

“If I lose, I’ll crawl out of the city on all fours, barking like a dog,” Xiao Yang replied with a laugh.

“And if you lose?” Xiao Yang asked, his tone mocking.

“If you succeed in curing everyone, I’ll give you this Heaven-Mending Pill,” Tang Chen said, producing a small jade bottle.

The Heaven-Mending Pill was a treasure, capable of healing grievous injuries.

“Let’s begin. Bring me paper and ink!” Xiao Yang declared, his voice brimming with confidence.