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

Chapter 39:

“Law Enforcement Elder, if you have no evidence to prove that Holy Son Xiao Yang secretly practiced unorthodox techniques, keep your mouth shut. And you, Holy Son, self-created a technique? How impressive!”

Sect Master Jiang Qitian’s voice thundered with anger.

Both were key figures in the sect—one the revered Law Enforcement Elder, the other the Holy Son and future successor to the sect. Yet, here they were, arguing in public during the sect tournament, tarnishing the sect’s dignity.

The Law Enforcement Elder was a powerful figure with authority over the sect’s rules and discipline.

The Holy Son represented the sect’s pride and its future. Their public quarrel was an embarrassment.

“Sect Master, I…” The Law Enforcement Elder tried to speak.

“If you have evidence, present it. Don’t just rely on baseless accusations,” Jiang Qitian cut him off sharply.

“Uh…”

The Law Enforcement Elder froze, unable to provide proof of Xiao Yang’s alleged wrongdoing. After all, he was seeing Lin Wangchuan’s technique for the first time today.

Xiao Yang, on the other hand, remained calm and composed.

In his past life, the Ten Thousand Beasts Sword Art hadn’t even existed at this point. The elder would have to conjure miracles to prove its origin.

Realizing he couldn’t corner Xiao Yang, the Law Enforcement Elder reluctantly returned to his seat, visibly frustrated.

Xiao Yang didn’t care. He knew he had completely offended the elder by now.

But so what? He planned to leave the Azure Sun Sword Sect soon anyway. He didn’t even care about his master, Jiang Qitian, let alone the Law Enforcement Elder.

“No evidence and still mouthing off? What kind of Law Enforcement Elder are you?”

Lin Wangchuan, standing on the dueling platform, placed his hands on his hips and shouted angrily at the elder.

The crowd gasped audibly.

Lin Wangchuan was truly fearless, daring to provoke the Law Enforcement Elder so openly. Was he bold, naive, or just clueless?

He had undoubtedly enraged the elder beyond measure.

“Silence, disciple!” Elder Gu Feng scolded Lin Wangchuan, startled by his audacity.

“Brother Lei, my disciple speaks without restraint. Please don’t take offense,” Elder Gu Feng said awkwardly to the Law Enforcement Elder.

Lei Lie’s mouth twitched, but he said nothing.

As the Law Enforcement Elder, he prided himself on maintaining order and discipline. How could he stoop to argue with someone he considered a fool?

Suppressing his fury to maintain his dignity, he nearly choked on his frustration.

By this time, Lei Renjie had climbed to his feet, his face still bearing the imprint of Lin Wangchuan’s shoe.

Ashamed, Lei Renjie avoided looking at his master and quietly stepped down from the platform.

Having already lost one match, he couldn’t afford another loss, as two defeats would mean elimination from the tournament.

The sect’s tournament was straightforward: victory determined advancement.

A disciple who won two consecutive matches would advance to the next round. Those who failed to achieve two consecutive wins would continue battling until eliminated.

The tournament also featured a revival round, allowing eliminated disciples a chance to stage a comeback. If confident in their strength, a disciple could challenge everyone at once, as Qin Fei had done in the past.

Xiao Yang vividly remembered how Qin Fei, after defeating him in the previous life, had stood triumphantly on the dueling platform, basking in glory.

But in this life, Qin Fei wouldn’t experience the same spotlight.

While Xiao Yang hadn’t personally fought Qin Fei, he had taught Lin Wangchuan the Ten Thousand Beasts Sword Art, which Lin Wangchuan used to crush Qin Fei.

Seeing Qin Fei humiliated and injured, Xiao Yang considered it a small but satisfying act of revenge.

The tournament continued, offering all inner disciples—whether regular, true disciples, or elders’ personal disciples—a chance to showcase their skills.

Victory brought joy, and defeat sorrow, but every disciple had a shot at making their mark.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yang reflected on his past life.

After the sect tournament, they would soon descend the mountain. In his previous life, they hadn’t flown directly to the venue of the Sixty-Year Tournament, which was held in the Primordial Martial Immortal Domain, the most prestigious holy land in the Northern Region.

The champion of the Sixty-Year Tournament would earn the right to lead the Primordial Martial Immortal Domain, becoming the head of the Northern Region’s foremost sect.

In the previous life, they had set out half a month early, training along the way.

It was during that journey that Qin Fei had begun causing trouble, eventually framing Xiao Yang as a heartless traitor who let his comrades die. The accusations had left Xiao Yang isolated and scorned.

But this time, Qin Fei wouldn’t even qualify for the Sixty-Year Tournament. Xiao Yang was determined to stop him from wreaking havoc.

…

At noon, the tournament paused for a break, and the disciples dispersed.

Xiao Yang ignored Jiang Qitian and the other elders, heading straight back to his residence.

Before long, Lin Wangchuan and their third junior brother, Song Qiang, arrived to find him.

“Big Brother Holy Son, you’re amazing! I thought Qin Fei was supposed to be so powerful, but he turned out to be nothing more than a flashy waste. How dare he hurt my Xiao Ba!” Lin Wangchuan said cheerfully.

Xiao Ba, who had been playing with Xiao Yang, leaped onto Lin Wangchuan’s shoulder upon seeing him.

“Ha! Xiao Ba, did you miss me?” Lin Wangchuan laughed as he played with the little monkey.

Xiao Yang brought out a cluster of spirit fruits for Xiao Ba.

The Purple-Eyed Spirit Monkey would one day grow into a formidable demon beast. Building a strong bond with it now would undoubtedly be beneficial in the future.

Xiao Ba squealed in delight upon seeing the spirit fruits.

“Big Brother, this is quite extravagant!” Song Qiang exclaimed upon seeing the radiant, ruby-like spirit fruits.

The Red-Blood Spirit Grapes were rare and highly prized, with only a few vines cultivated in the Spirit Medicine Valley. A full cluster like this, with dozens of thumb-sized grapes, was a luxury even true disciples seldom enjoyed.

Not wanting to miss out, Song Qiang quickly grabbed a few grapes before Lin Wangchuan and Xiao Ba devoured them all.

As the sweet, cool fruit melted in his mouth, Song Qiang felt a soothing chill spread through his body, leaving him completely refreshed.

“By the way, Big Brother, I heard that after Qin Fei was carried back, he was in such pain that he was wailing non-stop. Junior Sister and even your parents are in a panic, promising to spare no expense to find a divine doctor to heal him,” Song Qiang said suddenly.

“What divine doctor could they possibly invite?” Xiao Yang replied dismissively.

Though, if the sect master intervened, it might be possible to summon a divine doctor from the Heavenly Medical Sect. However, with the Sixty-Year Tournament approaching, every major sect in the Northern Region was focused on preparations.

The Heavenly Medical Sect, as one of the Northern Region’s top ten forces, would hardly prioritize healing a rival sect’s disciple at such a critical time.

“The Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Medical Sect…”

A vision of an ethereal beauty in white suddenly flashed through Xiao Yang’s mind.