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

Chapter 81:

The Demonic Sect had disappeared for centuries, silently plotting behind the scenes. Every move made by the major sects in the Northern Territory was under their watchful eye.

Qin Fei had long received word that the powerful figures of these sects were heading to this location. Why would he act hastily? Naturally, he planned to wait until everyone had gathered before sending all the people in the spiritual vein—his beloved junior sister included—on their way together.

At this moment, within the spiritual vein, Xiao Yang was reaching the final stage of his breakthrough to the Divine Martial Realm. Sitting cross-legged at the spiritual eye of the spiritual vein, every breath he took drew endless spiritual energy into his body. His internal energy surged like a raging river, as if a violent sea storm was pounding against the cage that held him back from soaring to the skies.

In his past life, Xiao Yang had cultivated to the Holy Martial Realm. With this second chance at life, his cultivation journey was much smoother. Now, his muscles, bones, blood, and every meridian in his body seemed to be undergoing a profound transformation. Yet he was just a step away, so close to breaking through to the Divine Martial Realm.

However, he suddenly found himself out of strength. It was as if the final thin barrier—like a layer of paper—was right in front of him, but he lacked the power to pierce through it. Xiao Yang realized that his rapid progress in this life had left his foundation unstable. Now, he was experiencing the consequences of that instability. Despite countless attempts over several days, he still couldn’t break through.

“It seems I’ll have to use the Lunar Dragon Pearl,” Xiao Yang muttered, frustrated. He retrieved the Lunar Dragon Pearl from his spatial ring, clutching it in both hands and placing it over the dantian in his abdomen.

He chose not to consume the True Phoenix Nirvana Fruit because he intended to use it to refine Nirvana Pills, which he saw as his path to sainthood. The Lunar Dragon Pearl, on the other hand, was merely an aid for cultivation. Borrowing its power, Xiao Yang aimed to break through to the Divine Martial Realm in one fell swoop.

As Xiao Yang activated the Lunar Dragon Pearl, the spiritual energy in the spiritual vein began converging toward it from all directions. Streams of visible spiritual light surged toward the pearl and were instantly absorbed into it. An immense and unimaginable wave of energy poured into Xiao Yang’s body from the Lunar Dragon Pearl, breaking through barriers within him like a volcanic eruption. After nine circulations of this energy…

BOOM! 

A thunderous roar echoed in Xiao Yang’s mind. The barrier restraining his cultivation shattered, and an unprecedented surge of power erupted from within him.

“Today, I step into the Divine Martial Realm!” Xiao Yang declared, his voice reverberating through the small ley line. At last, he had achieved the breakthrough he had been striving for.

The power of the Lunar Dragon Pearl was astonishing. Xiao Yang had struggled for days to no avail, but after using the pearl, he broke through in what felt like no time—an hour? Or perhaps only half an hour? No wonder Qin Fei in his past life had advanced so rapidly after obtaining the Lunar Dragon Pearl. Now he understood.

Returning to the Divine Martial Realm in this life brought a new perspective to Xiao Yang. In that moment, he felt in harmony with heaven and earth, his divine sense expanding to perceive subtleties that had previously been beyond his reach. Everything around him became vividly clear.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and a powerful wave of sword intent surged from his brow. 

His sword intent had unexpectedly leapt from level ten to level twelve. In the Soaring Sword Manual, sword intent was divided into thirty-three levels, corresponding to the thirty-three heavens. For most swordsmen on the Yuanwu Continent, level ten sword intent was something only a Sword Saint of the Holy Martial Realm could achieve. In his past life, Xiao Yang had reached level ten only after entering the Holy Martial Realm. Yet now, still short of that realm, his sword intent had already reached level twelve. With this, he could easily crush any swordsman below the rank of Sword Saint.

The upcoming Grand Competition was now a guaranteed victory for him.

“What incredible sword intent!” A startled voice interrupted Xiao Yang’s thoughts as a figure entered the room. 

Xiao Yang’s gaze shifted, and his eyes widened in surprise. 

The newcomer was dressed in flowing white robes, with long hair like a cascade of silk, exuding an ethereal, fairy-like charm. Her breathtaking beauty made Xiao Yang momentarily dazed. It was none other than Li Chenyu.

In his past life, Li Chenyu had met her demise in these spiritual vein. Such a stunning woman—how could the Demonic Sect have had the heart to harm her? 

Moreover, Li Chenyu was the aunt of Li Xingyao. She was a half-step Holy Martial Realm cultivator. If she wanted to take the Lunar Dragon Pearl from him, what could he do?

Xiao Yang’s heart raced with anxiety, but Li Chenyu seemed even more shocked. 

The sword intent radiating from Xiao Yang made her soul tremble, and the flying sword within her body quivered violently, nearly breaking free of her control. That sword was her life’s work, yet she could barely suppress it now.

A Sword Saint? The thought terrified Li Chenyu.

“Junior Li Chenyu of the Soaring Sword Sect greets the senior Sword Saint. I did not mean to intrude upon your treasure refinement and humbly ask for your forgiveness,” she said in a trembling voice, her demeanor cautious. Though she was a half-step Holy Martial Realm cultivator, she knew she was but an ant before a true Holy Martial Realm expert.

A Sword Saint? 

Xiao Yang was momentarily dumbfounded. She mistook him for a Sword Saint. Regaining his composure, he decided to play along.

Just then, the Lunar Dragon Pearl floated from his hands and hovered above his head, absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy on its own. Li Chenyu grew even more alarmed.

“I shall take my leave,” she said hastily, turning to leave. However, Xiao Yang’s calm yet commanding voice stopped her. “Wait.”

Li Chenyu froze in place. Xiao Yang continued, “I have a favor to ask.”

She hesitated, glancing back at him. Xiao Yang, bathed in radiant light, looked like a divine sculpture, exuding an otherworldly aura as though he might ascend to immortality at any moment. His image burned itself into her memory.

“Could you guard the entrance and ensure no one disturbs me?” Xiao Yang asked.

“It would be my honor to serve you,” she replied, seeing him as a reclusive Sword Saint who valued solitude.

“Very well. Consider this a favor I owe you. If fate allows, I will repay you,” Xiao Yang said. Li Chenyu was overjoyed. A promise from a Sword Saint was priceless.

Once Li Chenyu left, Xiao Yang breathed a sigh of relief. Though he had broken through, his unstable foundation made him no match for a half-step Holy Martial Realm cultivator like her. If they fought, it would attract others, creating unnecessary trouble. With time to stabilize his cultivation, he could face even a half-step Holy Martial Realm opponent confidently.

However, Xiao Yang knew that Li Chenyu had seen his true face. 

Searching his spatial ring, he found two masks—a dragon and a phoenix design. He had bought them two years ago to surprise his junior sister, only to find her celebrating with Qin Fei instead. The masks now served a new purpose. He set aside the phoenix mask and donned the dragon mask.

Days passed, and with Li Chenyu guarding the entrance, no one dared intrude. Xiao Yang’s cultivation stabilized completely. Yet the Lunar Dragon Pearl continued to voraciously devour spiritual energy from the spiritual vein, even extending its reach to the main ice-and-fire ley line outside.

The depletion of spiritual energy and resources eventually attracted attention. Cultivators began gathering outside, demanding answers. At the forefront was the formidable Jiang Qitian, wielding the legendary Azure Sun Sword. As tensions escalated, it seemed a conflict was inevitable…