Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

A voice came, and Xi Heng immediately hid the pill.

Zhao Qianyuan finally finished pouring out the medicinal herbs and returned to Xi Heng's bedside: "You wandered for ten years without incident, yet you returned to your old home when I needed your flesh and blood. This is fate. Perhaps you were born to help me achieve my Dao..."

"Heaven is truly unjust." He first showed a look of pity, then his eyes reddened as he chuckled softly and maniacally for a while.

Then, he slowly moved closer to Xi Heng.

Just as Xi Heng was in a panic, about to use all his strength to force the medicine into his mouth and try to resist,

The other person bent down, picked up the basin of blood flowing from Xi Heng's wrist, turned around and returned to the medicine cauldron, pouring the thick blood from the small basin into it.

In a short while, the sizzling sound in the medicine cauldron turned into a gurgling sound.

Zhao Qianyuan held a long wooden ladle and stirred the ingredients in the cauldron with a shaky motion.

Xi Heng didn't stop there. Looking at the strange figure in the firelight, he slowly put the Turbidity-Clearing Pill into his mouth, chewed it bit by bit, and swallowed it dry.

The pill took effect quickly after entering the stomach. A warm breath began to circulate in the dantian and gradually spread, flowing along the meridians to the increasingly cold limbs and bones.

The blood vessels pulsated with the heartbeat in my chest, and even the fingertips in my palms felt a faint pulsation.

A shiver ran through his body, and drops of cold sweat poured out.

The previously blocked meridians were opened by the heat, and the weak muscles and joints gradually regained sensation, feeling both numb and itchy.

A stream of black blood spurted from the wound on Xi Heng's wrist. Then, the blood that had been flowing continuously seemed to freeze, and the sound of blood dripping became slower and slower.

Xi Heng breathed a long sigh of relief. She felt her body regain warmth, and her originally pale arms gained a touch of rosiness.

With a tingling, trembling sensation, Xi Heng clenched his fist, and his movements gradually became smoother, as if he had suddenly recovered from a serious illness in an instant.

"Hoo..." The girl exhaled a soft breath, turned her stiff neck, and looked at the Emperor of Zhao, who was still stirring the medicine pot to the side.

"Almost there, almost there, this is all spiritual energy, I'm about to succeed in my cultivation..." Zhao Qianyuan inhaled deeply the rich medicinal fragrance filling the room, taking each deep breath as if trying to infuse the medicinal aroma into his internal organs and dantian.

Xi Heng covered her nose and lips, finding the room filled with the bitter smell of medicine and blood quite disgusting.

She frowned slightly, concealing the sound of her movements, and slowly sat up from the bed, looking at the sharp knife placed steadily on the red table beside her.

A few drops of her blood remained on the blade.

Xi Heng slowly reached out and touched it, his slender, white fingers grasping the dark, rounded hilt of the knife, holding it gently.

With a knife in hand, the desire to kill naturally arises.

Her gaze gradually turned cold. She stood up quietly and stared at the enemy who was using her blood to make medicine.

The Emperor of Zhao remained facing the medicine cauldron, taking deep breaths continuously, refusing to move an inch even though his lungs were burning from the steam.

The girl approached silently, taking small steps at a time.

"The spiritual energy is still lacking... It should be filled with blood essence and flesh essence." Zhao Qianyuan held his breath, savoring the bitter and bloody taste of the medicine, and muttered to himself in a strange tone: "So, we still have to throw the whole person in?"

His eyes became increasingly bloodshot. After taking another breath of spiritual energy, he slowly turned around.

"Who should we throw in?" Xi Heng, with his long hair loose, suddenly appeared in front of the other party, gripping the blood-stained blade.

Before the other party could react, the sharp knife in his hand was reversed and thrust fiercely—

puff!

The sharp knife pierced the flesh with remarkable fluidity.

This knife is clearly much sharper than ordinary weapons.

Zhao Qianyuan was stabbed in the stomach by the blade. He was stunned for a moment before he reacted. His eyes turned red and he roared angrily at Chao Xiheng, who was baring his teeth and claws.

Xi Heng drew his blood-stained dagger again, activating the movement techniques and combat awareness he had honed at the Red Thread Sword Academy. He leaned forward and slashed along the blade—

The sharp blade whistled through the air, leaving a gruesome wound several centimeters long on the attacker's arm, drawing out a large amount of blood.

The other person's blood was also spilled into the medicine cauldron next to it, and as if a chemical reaction had occurred, the bubbling sound inside became even more intense.

"How dare you harm me!" The mad emperor roared, grabbing a thick wooden spoon stained with blood from the pot and slamming it down on Chao Xiheng.

As Xi Heng stepped back, his opponent instantly changed from a slash to a thrust, taking a sudden step forward to attack.

The girl saw the change in the opponent's moves, but her body failed to dodge as she wished, and the spoon hit her directly in the chest.

She clutched her chest and took several steps back, her gaze growing increasingly serious and fierce.

Although the other party was not a martial artist either, their practical experience and understanding of martial arts techniques were clearly far superior to hers.

"I clearly gave you a thousand-fold bewitching powder! Why can you still move!" Zhao Qianyuan asked angrily. Such unexpected things were the most displeasing to him.

Xi Heng stared at the wounds on the other person's abdomen and left arm, both of which were dripping with blood.

Although she herself was hit and felt extreme pain in her chest, at most she only broke a bone.

In terms of the severity of her injuries, she was clearly less injured.

"Because I'm going to kill you!" Xi Heng strode forward, fearless of consequences.

Upon getting close, the other party used a wooden spoon to strike open the door with a slashing motion. The girl stepped to the side and blocked the wooden spoon with the sharp blade she was holding in reverse.

With a whoosh, the wooden spoon was sliced ​​in half by the blade.

Xi Heng then turned his sword and thrust it towards the neck of the person in front of him.

But as she moved, the other person also spun the broken wooden stick and thrust it at her—

Xi Heng moved his hand to try to block, but before he could act, he forcibly broke through his subconscious defensive action with his own consciousness and still thrust the dagger straight forward.

Zhao Qianyuan's eyes widened in anger, as if he never expected Xi Heng to dare to perish with him. He immediately moved aside, trying to retreat.

But the blade had already fallen—

Illuminated by the raging flames, the sharp blade, like a white rainbow piercing the sun and a comet striking the moon, left a trail of red blood in the air before piercing straight into the emperor's neck.

Two soft popping sounds rang out simultaneously, and Xi Heng suddenly felt all his strength drain away.

She stopped, stared blankly down, and saw that a sharpened, severed wooden stick had pierced her abdomen and emerged from behind...

"You...you..." Zhao Qianyuan took a step back, covering his bleeding neck with both hands, his voice muffled by blood and foam, extremely hoarse.

He desperately tried to stop the bleeding by squeezing his neck, but his head only turned more purple.

A moment later, he fell backward to the ground.

I don't know if he strangled himself to death or bled to death...

Xi Heng watched as the other person fell to the ground and died, then looked up at his own still-held, blood-stained hand and knife.

She slowly brought the blade down, enduring the pain as she gradually squatted down.

The girl looked down at the piece of wood piercing her abdomen and wondered whether she should pull it out.

Forget it, I'm already doomed. Pulling it out will only hasten my death...

Gumbling.

The sound of boiling lava from the medicine cauldron next to them continued to emanate.

Xi Heng sighed, his voice growing weaker and weaker: "...I shouldn't have come."

As she closed her eyes, preparing to wait for death and reload her save file, she suddenly felt a strange fluctuation of energy within her body.

The sensation of Qi travels with the flow of blood, seeps into the meridians, and gradually returns to the Dantian.

Xi Hengxin was puzzled and tried to move the energy. He felt that the energy was as if he was holding it and could move it freely.

"Is this the medicinal power of the Turbidity-Clearing Pill? But how can the medicinal power be activated..." she muttered to herself as she channeled her blood and qi through the meridians of her fingertips, letting a little bit seep out.

Opening one's eyes, one can see red threads spreading out at the fingertips, gradually gathering into an extremely thin red line.

“Red thread…” Xi Heng opened his eyes, his consciousness becoming much clearer: “This is qi and blood!”

"I've mastered Qi and blood... When?"

Xi Heng suddenly regained her strength, recalling her life-or-death duel with the mad emperor, and a few words she had heard in the Red Thread Sword Academy came to mind—

"The sword of self-sacrifice... the great opportunity of the sword of life and death."

"Abandoning everything, seeking only to slay the enemy with a single sword strike... the true Red Thread Sword Intent."

"Was that a self-sacrificing sword just now...?" Xi Heng whispered, "But I wasn't using a sword."

She raised her right hand, brandishing the blood-stained dagger in front of her, coughing up blood muffledly, and letting out a few hoarse, soft laughs.

"Finally... I've entered the path of martial arts before I die."

After a series of twists and turns, the purpose of this life was suddenly achieved, and the previous gloom was swept away.

A thud sounded from the side. Xi Heng thought it was the sound of footsteps from an outsider, but when he turned around, he saw a red book fall from the table, kicking up a cloud of smoke and dust.

Confusion showed in Xi Heng's eyes as he urged his increasingly weak body to get up and walk over there.

She walked for an unknown amount of time, she couldn't tell if it was half a minute or a minute, but in any case, she managed to touch the red book before she died.

She slowly squatted down and used her fingers to peel back the pages; the book cover felt soft and smooth, like human skin.

Under the increasingly dim light of the fire due to fuel shortage, Xi Heng could make out the ancient characters and some strange patterns and lines on the book.

She rubbed her eyes with her blood-stained left hand, and her vision cleared a bit, allowing her to make out the words on the book cover.

"The Blood Sea Great Law..." she murmured.

"Is this the demonic art that mad emperor practiced..." Xi Heng picked up the book, flipped through a few pages and tried to read, but his vision became increasingly blurry due to the weakness all over his body, and he could no longer see the small words on the pages.

A strong sense of drowsiness made Xi Heng lie down on the spot and slowly fall asleep.

The last sound I heard before losing consciousness was the long, sharp creak of a heavy wooden door being pushed open.

A moment later, the eunuch's terrified scream rang out again, shrill and annoying.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! The Emperor has passed away—!!"

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Chapter Thirteen: Reincarnation

"The Emperor has passed away—"

The eunuch's voice was filled with extreme fear and panic, as shrill as a cuckoo's mournful cry.

Even Xi Heng, whose hearing was becoming increasingly blurred by the piercing noise, felt a sense of disgust.

However, as consciousness gradually faded, the volume of the other person's voice did not decrease, but the location of the voice slowly moved further and further away until it gradually disappeared.

Everything before my eyes and in my ears became blurry and indistinct; all things in the world turned into one color, one silence.

In a daze, Xi Heng suddenly opened his eyes as if startled awake, only to find himself floating in a vast, gray-black space.

Upon opening my eyes, all I saw was the large sign that read "Load File".

Xi Heng exhaled and turned to look at this space.

Everything around was a hazy gray and black, and apart from the save file and glowing text in front of him, there was nothing that caught his eye.

She walked a few steps quietly in the gray-black space, and the system font moved along with her.

This place seems to be boundless and without a center, or perhaps, every place is the center.

Xi Heng stopped walking and looked at the system text.

Name: Zhao Xiheng

Realm: Mortal (Entry-level Martial Artist)

Biological age: 17/43

Mental age: 22/948

Save opportunities: 0

Note: You will get one save opportunity when your realm is upgraded.

Before loading your save file, you can choose to keep one item you owned in your previous life, as well as your current cultivation level.

"Finally, a martial artist..." Xi Heng breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the words "martial artist" after the mortal.

She was afraid that if she mastered her qi and blood and became a martial artist, it wouldn't count as an improvement in her realm, and she wouldn't be able to retain it for the next life.

If this is the case, then practicing martial arts in every lifetime to maintain physical stability and resist chronic diseases would be a huge waste of time.

Although Xi Heng was not afraid of the limitations of his physical lifespan, he had a mental lifespan of no more than a thousand years and did not want to waste his time on martial arts training.

Now there's no need to worry about it anymore.