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

Chapter 107:

Xiao Yang never expected that Chu Guiyuan would also end up captured in the blood pool.

But what about Chu Xiao and the others?

He glanced at the dried corpses hanging above the blood pool and confirmed that Chu Xiao wasn’t among them. That made sense—after all, Chu Xiao was destined to give Chu Guiyuan a “green hat” in the future. How could he possibly die so early?

“Boom…”

The blood pool trembled violently, and rocks and debris began falling from the cavern ceiling.

The entire area seemed on the verge of collapse.

“Senior Brother, get out of there!”

Song Qiang’s anxious shout echoed from the exit of the blood pool.

“Brother Xiao, lend me a hand here!”

Chu Guiyuan’s voice was equally desperate.

“Hey, don’t cut in line! Ever heard of first come, first served?” an old man snapped irritably at Chu Guiyuan.

However, the old man quickly turned to Xiao Yang with a flattering smile.

“Young friend, how about this? Take a look at my disciple here. She may not be a goddess, but her beauty is stunning enough. If you save us, I, Liu Qingyun, will personally betroth her to you!”

He gestured toward the young woman hanging next to him.

“Old man, what nonsense are you talking about?”

The young woman glared at him with clear irritation.

Xiao Yang glanced at her and realized she was indeed exceptionally beautiful. Her bright, intelligent eyes sparkled even in such dire circumstances.

What impressed Xiao Yang most was her composure. Despite the life-threatening situation, she remained calm and collected—a stark contrast to Jiang Ting, a sheltered flower raised in comfort.

“Old scoundrel! Selling out your disciple to save yourself? How shameless!” Chu Guiyuan scolded.

“Senior Brother, come out! There’s no time left!”

By now, everyone else had escaped the collapsing cavern. Only Song Qiang remained at the exit, shouting urgently.

Cracks spread rapidly along the surrounding walls, and the cavern could collapse at any moment.

Xiao Yang, however, remained calm.

His heart sank a little. Among all his junior brothers and sisters, only Song Qiang stayed behind to worry about him. Even Jiang Ting, whom he had grown up with, had likely fled without looking back.

The old saying was true—adversity reveals true friends.

He was their savior, yet only Song Qiang showed any concern.

“You know nothing! This young friend has an extraordinary aura and remarkable demeanor. My disciple marrying him would be her fortune,” Liu Qingyun insisted. “Young friend, save us first, and we’ll discuss everything later. If not marriage, she can even be your concubine!”

The old man was clearly panicking.

“Wait a second. What did you say your name was?”

A spark of recognition flashed in Xiao Yang’s mind as he studied the old man.

“I… er, I am Liu Qingyun,” the old man replied solemnly.

“Liu Qingyun? The biggest swindler in the Northern Territory?”

Xiao Yang was taken aback. This was Liu Qingyun, the master con artist and the former sect master of SQingyun ect.

The Qingyun Sect had once rivaled the Azure Sun Sword Sect and the Soaring Sword Sect as one of the Northern Territory’s three great sword sects.

However, centuries ago, the Demon Sect had annihilated Qingyun Sect’s strongest cultivators, causing the sect to decline rapidly. Today, Qingyun Sect couldn’t even hold onto its mountain, which had been seized by bandits.

Liu Qingyun had since resorted to wandering the Northern Territory with his disciples, living by trickery.

Xiao Yang realized the importance of Liu Qingyun in his future fight against the Demon Sect.

With a wave of his hand, Xiao Yang summoned his sword, severing the spider silk that bound Liu Qingyun and his disciple. He then enveloped them in a protective force, sending them toward the exit.

“Young friend, I always keep my word. Prepare to marry your wife!” Liu Qingyun laughed as he and his disciple were caught by Song Qiang at the exit.

“Take them out first. I’ll be right behind you,” Xiao Yang shouted to Song Qiang.

“But…”

“Go! This place can’t hold me.”

Song Qiang hesitated but finally nodded. “Be careful, Senior Brother!” He left quickly with Liu Qingyun and his disciple in tow.

“Brother Xiao! Save me!”

Chu Guiyuan, still dangling above the blood pool, was in full panic mode. If Xiao Yang didn’t act soon, he would be buried alive.

“Liu Qingyun offered me his disciple. What about you? What’s in it for me if I save you?” Xiao Yang smirked, eyeing Chu Guiyuan.

“Boom…”

The cavern walls cracked even further, and the ceiling began to crumble.

Xiao Yang made a show of turning to leave.

“Brother Xiao, wait! I’m not really Chu Guiyuan!”

Chu Guiyuan’s frantic shout stopped Xiao Yang in his tracks.

“What?”

Xiao Yang froze, stunned by the claim.

“I’m not Chu Guiyuan! I’m his twin brother, Chu Guixi!”

The revelation left Xiao Yang dumbfounded. A twin brother? How could such a significant secret have escaped him in his past life?

Chu Guixi explained, “That position as the sect’s Holy Son should’ve been mine. But because Chu Guiyuan awakened the Xuanwu Sacred Physique, I was forced to give it up. Even my fiancée, Liu Ruxian, was taken by him!”

As Chu Guixi grew more emotional, Xiao Yang began piecing together the puzzle.

In his previous life, he had encountered Chu Guiyuan during his quest in the Ancient Immortal Cave. He remembered striking what should’ve been a fatal blow, only for Chu Guiyuan to reappear days later, unharmed.

Could it have been Chu Guixi he killed back then?

“I won’t die like this! I’ll take back everything that’s mine!” Chu Guixi roared in despair.

At this moment, the cavern ceiling gave way, and massive rocks crashed into the blood pool, sending waves of blood splashing everywhere.

“Brother Xiao! Help me!”

Chu Guixi screamed as he fell toward the blood pool.

Xiao Yang darted forward, grabbing the spider silk that bound Chu Guixi and rushing toward the exit.

“From now on, you’re my brother!” Chu Guixi exclaimed in relief and gratitude.

“Crash!”

A stray rock struck his forehead, leaving a large bump.

Dragging Chu Guixi behind him, Xiao Yang barely made it out before the cavern collapsed entirely, burying the blood pool under tons of rubble.

Meanwhile, back in the inconspicuous house in Black Wind City, muffled cries and beast-like panting filled the air.

Qin Fei’s mouth was gagged with a torn cloth, his eyes brimming with tears as he endured the torment of his uncle’s two disciples, who had lost all reason under the influence of the Yin-Yang Bliss Poison.

Outside the house, two figures silently approached.

It was Minghe and Yin Yue.

They peered through the window, only to recoil in disgust.

“What the hell… my eyes!” Minghe cursed.

Inside, Qin Fei saw their silhouettes and tried to cry out for help, but the gag silenced him.

He recognized them instantly, but they didn’t recognize him.

Under the effects of the poison and the beating he had endured, Qin Fei’s face was so swollen that he was unrecognizable.

“Li Kuang’s disciples… going after men too? That’s disgusting,” Minghe muttered, shuddering.

“So filthy,” Yin Yue agreed, wrinkling her nose.

“If we ever eat with them, we’re using separate utensils,” Minghe declared with revulsion.

Neither realized the two disciples were under the influence of the poison, mistaking their actions for depravity.

Qin Fei screamed internally, despair consuming him. 

His saviors were just outside, yet he was powerless to reach them.

He could only cry silently as hope turned into the cruelest form of despair.