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

Chapter 2:

“Disciple Xiao Yang requests the sect to revoke the title of Holy Son!”

Xiao Yang’s words sent the entire Azure Sun Sword Sect into an uproar.

Xiao Yang was actually kneeling to request the sect to strip him of his title?

At this moment, Xiao Yang knelt on one knee in the grand hall, holding the Holy Son token with both hands. For the first time, his heart was at peace.

In his previous life, he had lived far too miserably, filled with humiliation and frustration.

He was supposed to be the Holy Son of the sect, possessing the best resources, the highly coveted True Sun Sacred Physique, and unparalleled swordsmanship talent, ranking as the foremost among the younger generation.

Yet, despite all this, he had been manipulated by Qin Fei, ultimately dying under Qin Fei’s sword.

In his previous life, it took sacrificing his life to realize the truth: he had been blind to everything that mattered.

Reborn into this life, Xiao Yang was determined to live for himself.

His gaze was resolute.

“Ridiculous!”

Sect Master  Jiang Qitian was furious.

“The Holy Son must not spout nonsense!”

The elders in the hall could no longer remain seated.

Xiao Yang was the sect’s prized swordsmanship genius, nurtured with the utmost effort, the brightest talent among the younger generation. If he didn’t hold the position of Holy Son, who else could?

“Disciple is not speaking nonsense. Disciple is narrow-minded, has framed fellow disciples, and violated sect rules. Lacking both virtue and ability, I am unworthy of being the Holy Son. I plead for the sect to revoke my title and appoint a more capable disciple.”

Xiao Yang’s tone was steady and resolute.

“Senior Brother, what are you doing?”

Jiang Ting was frantic. She couldn’t believe Xiao Yang was requesting to be stripped of his title.

Meanwhile, Qin Fei was secretly rejoicing.

A sudden turn of events—this Xiao Yang, out of nowhere, no longer wanted to be the Holy Son.

“Xiao Yang, who in the sect is more qualified than you to be the Holy Son? Cease this nonsense at once!”

Jiang Qitian looked down at Xiao Yang with authority.

“Master, I must disagree. Junior Brother Qin Fei possesses the Innate Dao Physique and is a chosen one. In just ten years since joining the sect, he has reached the Half-Step Heavenly Martial Realm, second only to me. Given time, he will undoubtedly surpass me. I believe he is the most suitable candidate for Holy Son.”

Xiao Yang’s voice was loud and clear.

‘Qin Fei, Qin Fei—if you schemed so hard in the previous life to become the Holy Son, let me help you achieve it now!’

“What…”

Qin Fei was stunned. What was Xiao Yang’s intention?

Although he had joined the Azure Sun Sword Sect as Jiang Qitian’s personal disciple and had reached the Half-Step Heavenly Martial Realm in just ten years, he was still a step away from becoming the Holy Son.

The cultivation realms were Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Dragon Transformation, Divine Ability, Heavenly Martial, Divine Martial, and Saint Martial, followed by Land Immortal, True Immortal of Freedom, and Invincible Celestial Immortal realms.

Xiao Yang, with his True Sun Sacred Physique, had cultivated diligently for twenty years to reach the Heavenly Martial Realm.

Yet Qin Fei, with his Innate Dao Physique and natural affinity for spiritual energy, progressed even faster.

In merely ten years, Qin Fei had reached Half-Step Heavenly Martial and would soon break through to the full Heavenly Martial Realm.

Even the sect elders, who had spent their lifetimes cultivating, barely reached the Heavenly Martial Realm. Qin Fei, in just over a decade, had achieved what took others a lifetime.

This was why, in recent years, the sect had shifted its focus toward cultivating Qin Fei.

In fact, almost everyone in the sect now thought only of Qin Fei. Xiao Yang had become a forgotten figure.

Even Jiang Qitian, once his supportive master, had grown distant. Jiang Ting’s heart was entirely with Qin Fei.

His parents, on their rare visits to the sect, prioritized seeing their godson Qin Fei. Xiao Yue, his sister, also gave her gifts to her “pitiful” godbrother first.

As their biological son and brother, Xiao Yang was left with whatever Qin Fei discarded.

In his past life, Xiao Yang had fought, despaired, and argued with his parents and sister. He had even fallen out with Jiang Ting.

But the result was the same—he was labeled petty, immature, and narrow-minded.

“Qin Fei’s parents are dead; he’s pitiful. What’s wrong with us showing him some care?” they said.

How ironic that their beloved disciple, godson, and brother ended up destroying the Azure Sun Sword Sect and annihilating the Xiao family.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yang became more resolute in cutting ties with them.

In this life, he wouldn’t play along anymore.

“Holy Son, are you accusing me of favoritism?”

Jiang Qitian’s tone grew cold.

Xiao Yang, as the Senior Brother and Holy Son, should have shown care for his fellow disciples and protected his junior brothers.

Qin Fei was his junior. What was wrong with yielding to him?

Jiang Qitian’s disappointment in Xiao Yang deepened.

“Disciple wouldn’t dare…”

Xiao Yang remained kneeling, holding the Holy Son token high above his head.

Only now did everyone realize that Xiao Yang was indeed dissatisfied with the sect’s favoritism.

Over the years, it was true that the sect’s resources had been increasingly directed toward Qin Fei.

“Holy Son, stop this nonsense and step down!”

Law Enforcement Elder Lei Lie commanded sternly.

“Disciple requests the sect to revoke the title of Holy Son!”

Xiao Yang’s tone remained unyielding.

“Enough! Law enforcement disciples, take the Holy Son to the Reflection Cave for confinement!”

Jiang Qitian, now truly angered, ordered.

Two law enforcement disciples approached to carry out the command.

“Senior Brother, forgive us.”

They reached for Xiao Yang, but despite their combined efforts, he didn’t budge an inch.

“This…”

The two disciples were stunned.

“Senior Brother, just admit your mistake to Father already!”

Jiang Ting pleaded.

“I’ve done nothing wrong. Why should I apologize?”

Xiao Yang’s cold voice echoed.

“You…”

Jiang Ting was at a loss for words.

“Xiao Yang…”

Jiang Qitian rose slowly from her seat, her overwhelming aura filling the hall, leaving everyone breathless.

His gaze locked onto Xiao Yang, his first disciple, who repeatedly defied him. Any trace of guilt Jiang Qitian had harbored vanished in an instant.

The elders in the hall were visibly shaken.

Xiao Yang felt as though an invisible mountain was pressing down on him, cracking the floor beneath his feet.

Yet, despite the pressure, he stubbornly straightened his back and met Jiang Qitian’s gaze head-on.

Jiang Qitian extended his right hand, pointing at Xiao Yang.

A burst of sword energy struck Xiao Yang, sealing his cultivation instantly.

“I’ll take back the Holy Son token. Go to the Reflection Cave in the back mountain. Reflect on your actions, and come out only when you’ve thought things through.”

With a wave of his hand, the Holy Son token flew from Xiao Yang’s grasp into Jiang Qitian’s palm.

“Father, what are you doing?”

Jiang Ting hurried to stand in front of Xiao Yang.

“Junior Sister!”

Qin Fei quickly stepped forward to pull her away, but she instinctively flung his hand aside.

Qin Fei staggered back a few steps.

“Junior Brother, I… I didn’t mean to…”

Jiang Ting quickly went to help Qin Fei up.

Watching this scene, Xiao Yang felt a dull ache in his heart, though he had long since let go of her.

Indeed, a childhood companion could never surpass a heavenly newcomer.

With a heavy heart, Xiao Yang rose to his feet, leaving the grand hall and heading alone to the Reflection Cave in the back mountain.

That night, the Demon Sect launched an attack.

A black cloud of demonic energy engulfed the sky, even blotting out the moonlight.

The elders of the Azure Sun Sword Sect hurried to lead their disciples in defense.

Sword lights shot up from Qingyang Mountain, tearing through the void and illuminating the heavens.

In the dark of night, a mysterious figure slipped into the back mountain, heading straight for the Reflection Cave.