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

Chapter 10:

Qin Fei had just broken through to the Heavenly Martial Realm. Over the past few days, countless people had been fawning over him, showering him with compliments. Even the sect master had subtly hinted at passing down his legacy to Qin Fei.

With his innate Dao Body, his cultivation speed far outstripped Xiao Yang’s True Yang Sacred Body, making his rise seem almost effortless. Playing the role of the pitiable underdog, Qin Fei had skillfully garnered sympathy and support from everyone around him.

Now, basking in his newfound power and success, and with the Fuyao Sword Sect challenging them on their doorstep, he saw this as the perfect opportunity to shine in front of everyone. This was his chance to solidify his authority among his peers and further diminish Xiao Yang’s influence within the sect.

On the dueling platform…

“So, you’re the one who triggered the phenomenon of nine suns shining in the sky, shaking the Northern Region?” Li Xingyao, holding her sword, looked at Qin Fei with cold indifference.

“And you must be the Saintess of the Fuyao Sword Sect, Li Xingyao?” Qin Fei smirked, his eyes sweeping over her.

A hint of disgust flashed in Li Xingyao’s gaze.

“Make your move. Don’t disappoint me,” she said, not even bothering to unsheathe her sword.

“Hmph!”

Without hesitation, Qin Fei activated the Azure Sun Sword Technique.

Chilling sword energy emanated from his hands, rapidly forming a flying sword in front of him.

As a Heavenly Martial Realm swordsman, Qin Fei had refined his sword into his body. A sword core rested within him, ready to unleash lethal sword energy in battle. This was the essence of the Azure Sun Sword Sect’s sword energy technique, allowing its practitioners to strike swiftly and decisively.

The powerful sword energy radiating from Qin Fei’s flying sword triggered the array on the dueling platform. A faint barrier of light formed, enveloping the platform to contain the destructive force of the sword energy and protect the spectators.

“Junior Brother Qin is incredible. He’s just entered the Heavenly Martial Realm and has already refined his sword into his body!”

“Show her what we’re made of, Junior Brother Qin! Prove her wrong!”

“With his innate Dao Body, Junior Brother Qin may have just broken through, but he’s leagues ahead of ordinary Heavenly Martial Realm practitioners.”

The disciples around the platform erupted in cheers.

“Interesting,” Li Xingyao said with a cold shake of her head. “But you’re still not my match.”

“How dare you underestimate me?” Qin Fei was furious. 

Over the past few days, he had been treated like royalty, showered with praise. Even the sect celebrated for three days and nights to honor his breakthrough.

For Li Xingyao to look down on him, even as the Saintess of the Fuyao Sword Sect, was unacceptable.

“Take this!”

Qin Fei launched his attack in anger.

With a sharp whistle, the flying sword shot toward Li Xingyao like a bolt of lightning, brimming with lethal energy.

The disciples held their breath. This duel wasn’t just about personal pride; it was about the sect’s reputation.

But to everyone’s shock, Li Xingyao simply stretched out her hand and caught the flying sword mid-flight.

“What…”

Jiang Qitian shot to his feet, disbelief etched across his face.

The Transmission Elder and Law Enforcement Elder were equally stunned.

Only Li Daozhen remained composed, calmly taking a sip of tea.

“This Azure Sun Spirit Mist Tea isn’t bad,” she remarked indifferently.

“Junior Brother…” Jiang Ting’s fists clenched as she watched anxiously.

“Fuyao Ascending Hand,” Jiang Qitian murmured, his shock evident.

This was a secret art of the Fuyao Sword Sect and a nemesis of flying swords.

In Li Xingyao’s hand, Qin Fei’s flying sword writhed like a trapped snake, its energy suppressed by the flames flowing over her palm.

“How is this possible?”

“She caught a flying sword barehanded?”

The crowd was dumbfounded.

Qin Fei’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.

For days, the Azure Sun Sword Sect had elevated him to untouchable heights, but Li Xingyao wasn’t playing along.

“Give me back my sword!” Qin Fei lunged forward, throwing a Azure Sun Heaven-Shaking Punch at her.

“Hmph!”

With a swift kick, Li Xingyao sent Qin Fei flying into the barrier, where he bounced back and crashed to the ground.

“Ugh!” Qin Fei spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Junior Brother!” Jiang Ting cried out, rushing forward in panic.

The crowd was stunned.

Li Xingyao walked toward Qin Fei, her cold eyes fixed on him.

“Innate Dao Body, is it?” She kicked him, sending him tumbling.

“Nine suns in the sky, is it?” Another kick.

“Peerless genius, is it?” She stepped on his head, pressing his face into the ground.

“You dare challenge me?” she sneered.

Li Xingyao’s goal was clear—she came to establish dominance, to humiliate Azure Sun Sword Sect’s so-called genius.

Qin Fei regretted everything. Had he known how powerful Li Xingyao was, he would have schemed to make Xiao Yang take the stage instead.

The disciples were furious but powerless. The gap between Qin Fei and Li Xingyao was insurmountable.

“Fei’er…” Xiao Zhenshan and his wife were horrified, their precious adopted son reduced to such a humiliating state.

“Brother Fei…” Xiao Yue’s eyes reddened with tears.

“You’ve gone too far!” Jiang Qitian glared at Li Daozhen.

“Strength rules all. Has Sect Master Jiang forgotten this principle?” Li Daozhen replied leisurely.

Gasps erupted as Li Xingyao crushed Qin Fei’s flying sword in her hand.

“Ah!” Qin Fei coughed up more blood, his face pale.

The destruction of a flying sword was a crippling blow to any swordsman, leaving them half-crippled until they could refine a new one.

“Enough!” Jiang Qitian roared, his anger boiling over.

But before he could act, Li Xingyao kicked Qin Fei off the platform.

Disciples scrambled to catch him as chaos erupted below.

“Take him for treatment!” Jiang Ting shouted, her voice shaking with worry.

“I’m fine,” Qin Fei muttered weakly, playing the victim once more.

“Enough of that! You’re gravely injured!” Jiang Ting’s tears flowed as she helped him away.

The crowd seethed with rage.

“Do you still have anyone else? Bring them all up!” Li Xingyao’s voice rang out.

The disciples looked to each other, their anger rising.

“We still have Senior Brother Xiao Yang!” someone shouted.

“Yes, Senior Brother Xiao Yang!”

The crowd erupted in chants, remembering their Holy Son—the sect’s true prodigy.

Jiang Qitian turned to his second disciple, Zheng Fan. “Go and fetch your senior brother.”

“Yes, Master!” Zheng Fan replied, rushing to the back mountain.

…

“Get out!” Xiao Yang’s angry shout echoed from the Reflection Cave.