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

Chapter 45:

Xiao Yang had never expected that his junior sister, Jiang Ting, would choose to challenge him.

The entire sect fell into stunned silence.

Who gave her the audacity to challenge him, Xiao Yang, the Holy Son of the sect, in this grand competition under the watchful eyes of everyone?

Just last night, Jiang Ting had used the jade pendant he had given her to threaten him in order to obtain the Water Spirit Pills.

She knew full well how important that pendant was to him—it was a keepsake left by his late grandfather, meant for his future wife.

And yet, she had dared to do it.

The scene from last night replayed in his mind.

Did she think that just because he once liked her, she could continue acting so recklessly?

If this were the previous life, he would have indulged her no matter how unreasonable she was.

But what did his compromises, patience, and indulgence in the previous life get him?

A sword through the heart.

Reborn into this life, he would no longer compromise, no longer endure, no longer indulge her whims, nor would he care about Jiang Ting’s feelings.

Reborn, Xiao Yang vowed to live with dignity and never again abase himself.

It was time for Jiang Ting to face reality.

Taking one step forward, he crossed the void and landed on the dueling platform, walking steadily until he stood opposite Jiang Ting.

“Senior Brother, thank you!” Jiang Ting said, her voice trembling with emotion.

“Thank me for what?” Xiao Yang asked coldly, barely suppressing his anger, his tone distant.

She had tried to trample on his dignity; he had no intention of showing her a pleasant face.

“Uh… thank you for granting my wish,” Jiang Ting said hesitantly, sensing something was off but unable to pinpoint what.

“Hmm. Since my junior sister has explicitly chosen to challenge me, the Holy Son, how could I disappoint her?” Xiao Yang said, his voice laced with indifference.

Below the platform, the crowd held their breath, watching the confrontation between Xiao Yang and Jiang Ting.

No one had expected the final day of the competition to feature a duel between the senior brother and junior sister.

Sect Master Jiang Qitian was visibly displeased but chose not to intervene.

The five elders, however, watched the scene with great interest.

Everyone in the sect knew that Xiao Yang liked Jiang Ting.

They had grown up together, childhood sweethearts destined for each other.

The five elders, along with the onlookers, were curious—would Xiao Yang go easy on her? Would he intentionally lose?

If Xiao Yang threw the match in front of everyone, it would not only tarnish his reputation but also humiliate the Sect Master.

This wasn’t just about winning or losing; it would be a public display of favoritism and deceit.

“Haha, this is going to be fun! Holy Brother, what are you waiting for? Knock her off the platform already!” Lin Wangchuan shouted, laughing.

Third Brother Song Qiang, however, looked worriedly at Xiao Yang, concerned that he might soften and let Jiang Ting win.

This was the sect’s grand competition. If Xiao Yang deliberately lost to Jiang Ting, it would utterly ruin his hard-earned prestige, reducing him to a laughingstock within the sect.

Meanwhile, Wang Ao and Zheng Fan were gleefully awaiting Xiao Yang’s humiliation.

They had long been dissatisfied with Xiao Yang.

Though Xiao Yang, as the Holy Son, had always treated his junior brothers well—guiding their cultivation and even drafting training plans for them—they were never content.

Qin Fei, aware of this discord, had deliberately befriended Zheng Fan and Wang Ao to isolate Xiao Yang further.

…

“Xiao Yang, Jiang Ting is your weakness. As long as I control her, you’ll never escape my grasp!”

In his quarters, Qin Fei sneered arrogantly, gripping a bronze mirror. The mirror’s surface reflected the dueling platform, capturing Xiao Yang and Jiang Ting’s standoff.

This was a Glorious Reflection Mirror, capable of displaying events within a hundred-mile radius.

“Haha, Xiao Yang, you’d never imagine that the treasure you worked so hard to obtain was given to me by Jiang Ting, would you?”

Qin Fei smirked coldly. With a few tricks, he had manipulated Jiang Ting into asking Xiao Yang for the treasure and then handing it over to him.

Beside Qin Fei stood a shadowy figure, exuding an eerie, sinister aura.

“Young Master, what do you plan to do with Xiao Yang?” the figure asked in a bone-chilling voice, as if it came from the depths of the netherworld.

“Hmph. Once we leave the mountain, I have plenty of ways to deal with him,” Qin Fei growled, his eyes fixed on the mirror, a venomous expression on his face.

“And your injuries…?” the shadow glanced at Qin Fei’s lower body hesitantly.

“It’s nothing. A single Heaven-Recrafting Pill will fix it,” Qin Fei said dismissively.

“Very well, Young Master. I will take my leave to avoid drawing attention.”

The shadow vanished into thin air as if it had never been there.

“Xiao Yang, just wait and see. You’ll soon regret everything!” Qin Fei hissed, his face twisted in malice.

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Back on the platform atop Azure Sun Mountain, Jiang Ting raised her hands, summoning countless droplets of water that began to coalesce around her.

“Spring Rain Transforms, Rain Becomes Blades!”

With a wave of her hand, the water droplets around her turned into shimmering, blue sword shadows, all aimed at Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze icy and unyielding.

Everyone held their breath. This would reveal whether Xiao Yang intended to go easy on her.

Below, Qin Fei watched through the mirror, his face twisted in anticipation. “Xiao Yang, you’re about to taste the humiliation of being crushed by Jiang Ting in front of everyone!”

“Go!” Jiang Ting commanded, her sword shadows slicing through the air toward Xiao Yang.

In response, Xiao Yang flicked his sleeve.

With a single motion, the sword shadows disintegrated midair, turning back into water droplets that splashed onto the spectators below, drenching them completely.

The crowd erupted in chaos.

“Impossible!” Jiang Ting gasped. Her carefully crafted sword shadows had been so easily neutralized.

As she prepared to strike again, Xiao Yang closed the distance in an instant, appearing right in front of her.

He smiled coldly.

“Senior Brother…” Jiang Ting hesitated, taken aback.

Before she could react, Xiao Yang raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face.

“Smack!”

The crisp sound echoed across the silent platform, leaving everyone stunned.

Xiao Yang had struck Jiang Ting.

No one could believe it.

The Holy Son, who adored Jiang Ting to the point of indulgence, had actually hit her.

Jiang Qitian shot to his feet, his face dark with rage.

The five elders exchanged bewildered glances, utterly speechless.

Even Qin Fei, watching through the mirror, nearly dropped it in shock.

“Impossible…” he murmured, unable to believe what he was seeing.

On the platform, Jiang Ting clutched her cheek, her eyes filling with tears.

“Senior Brother… you hit me?” she stammered, her voice trembling with disbelief.

Xiao Yang’s eyes burned with cold resolve. “Did you think I wouldn’t dare? You deserve it.”

And with that, he struck her again.

The crowd gasped as blow after blow landed.

Finally, Xiao Yang stepped back, his breathing heavy but his expression unyielding. “Let this be clear—I don’t like you anymore. Don’t think for a second that I’ll ever tolerate you again.”

With that, he turned and left, his figure disappearing into the horizon, leaving Jiang Ting and the entire sect in stunned silence.