Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

The system confirmed that she was a martial artist, and that she could retain the novice martial artist level in every subsequent life.

Xi Heng continued looking down, skipping over the two age groups, and saw that although he had clearly become a martial artist, his save slots hadn't increased...

"Hmm?" She really wanted a chance to save her game.

For example, you can save a game when you achieve great success, and then use that as a starting point to directly access a large amount of resources, without having to start from a mountain village and slowly hone your skills.

But now that my cultivation level has changed, the chance to save my progress is still zero.

"Does becoming a beginner martial artist count as an advancement in realm?" she wondered. "Does it only count if the word 'mortal' in front of the title is changed?"

Now it seems that this is the only reason.

"Then how can one transcend the status of a mortal?"

"To cultivate martial arts to its ultimate level? Or perhaps to practice legendary immortal techniques or demonic arts?"

Xi Heng shook her head; there was no point in her speculating.

After scanning the text panel again, he saw that his lifespan had doubled compared to before. This was probably because after cultivating his qi and blood and becoming a martial artist, his physique had been tempered and he had become healthier, which also increased his lifespan.

Unfortunately, he did not live to a ripe old age in this life, and instead perished together with the emperor of the Great Zhao Dynasty.

"Her mental age has also increased somewhat... Is it because her spirit has been tempered in this life?" she noticed.

"If it could keep growing, it might already be immortal."

However, looking at the term "psychological age," Xi Heng believes that it cannot be increased indefinitely.

Just like human lifespan, people can maintain their health and prolong their lives, but there is ultimately a limitation that is difficult to overcome.

"Immortality..." In silence, Xi Heng felt a longing for these four words.

However, she also knew that immortality was a distant and unattainable dream.

I'm just a beginner martial artist who has just entered the realm of internal strength. I shouldn't be thinking about such long-term goals. I should focus on doing my job as a martial artist well first.

Xi Heng nodded silently, then looked around again.

Apart from the faint glowing text in front of her, there was nothing else in this gray and dark space. Before long, she touched the words "load save" in front of her.

A scouring, transformative sensation, along with a slightly suction-like twisting feeling, enveloped his entire body, and Xi Heng's vision became layered with darkness.

It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it also seemed like only a short moment had gone by.

In short, when Xi Heng opened his eyes again, he saw that familiar dilapidated roof once more.

The main beams and secondary beams stretched out before us, a pile of timber jaggedly intertwined in the dim environment, a few spider webs rippled gently with the air currents, and a rotten smell permeated the air.

The girl raised her right arm and gently pressed it against her forehead, whispering:

"It's more comfortable staying at the Sword Academy."

"I'm so tired, I'll rest for a while."

She tucked the slightly drafty blanket in tightly, then lay on her side on the bed and squinted.

Having just killed an emperor, the young girl's delicate mind had not yet recovered.

"Killing the king...that's a serious crime."

However, no one will come back from her past life to convict her of this crime.

Exhausted from mental fatigue, Xi Heng quickly fell asleep.

……

Knock knock knock,

She didn't know how much time had passed before a series of light knocks on the door woke her up.

Xi Heng rubbed his sleepy eyes, his consciousness gradually clearing.

The wooden door was knocked twice more, followed by a woman's call in a strong rural accent.

It was basically asking if anyone was home, and it was calling out Xi Heng's name, I don't know how it found out.

"Who is it..." Xi Heng was just waking up, his voice a little muffled.

I opened my eyes and saw that the room was dark; it was almost night.

Only outside the west window, the setting sun had already disappeared, leaving only its lingering glow.

The girl threw back the covers, sat up in bed, yawned, and called out to the door, "Someone's here."

"I'm your neighbor. I killed a chicken and stewed some mushrooms today, and I brought a bowl to the girl who gathers herbs..." The woman outside chattered on and on, but Xi Heng only heard the first few sentences before telling her to leave.

That woman outside caused her some trouble in her first life.

Although he's not exactly a bad person, he can't stand being annoying.

She didn't plan to stay in the village for long in this life, so she directly rejected the other party's kindness.

After the person outside the door had left, Xi Heng got up from the bed, sat down at the table, and lit the last remaining small candle.

As he silently recited the command, the inventory appeared before his eyes.

Xi Heng pulled out a blood-red book from among them.

On the red cover, the four characters 'Blood Sea Technique' are written in strange and distorted characters.

She licked her fingertip and turned it over by the candlelight.

The book begins with a beautifully written preface that briefly explains its origins and contents.

The author of the preface claims to be a princess of the Zhao royal family who has achieved some success in the army.

While she was fighting against the Yan Kingdom in the north, she obtained this cultivation technique by chance in an ancient tomb in a remote wilderness.

At first, she thought this was the legendary martial arts skill that was said to be unparalleled in the martial arts world. She was overjoyed and thought that if she practiced it for three to five years, she could become an unparalleled master.

But as she gradually studied it and saw the various rituals and ceremonies described in it, she finally concluded that the book was actually a heretical practice.

The techniques in this book either involve sacrificing large amounts of blood or harming one's own flesh and blood. All the entries run counter to the righteous path and are extremely evil.

According to the book, anyone can obtain a bit of 'spirit' from a huge amount of blood, and guide this spiritual light through rituals or arrays to transform it into some strange and bizarre spells.

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Chapter Fourteen: The Immortal Path of Spirit Absorption

The princess eventually realized that the book wasn't even about martial arts, but rather a pure book of sorcery.

She initially wanted to burn it, but since the book was rare and seemed to be unique in the world, she sealed it in a box and stored it in the royal library.

And in the preface, it is written:

Whoever obtains this book must act with caution and not be misled by it.

The book contains a small amount of demonic magic, which can be activated with just a large amount of ordinary blood, or even the blood of wild beasts.

If it can alleviate the royal family's burdens, then it may be used, albeit reluctantly.

"And under no circumstances should human blood be used," Xi Heng murmured to himself.

"The magic is right in front of us, how could we not use it?" She shook her head: "Writing a few words won't persuade anyone."

The princess's fate was sealed the moment she left the book unburned.

As long as the spells in the book can bring enough benefits, sooner or later someone will open the second half of the book, read through the array formations and rituals, and offer human blood as a sacrifice—just like the mad emperor who was killed by Xi Heng.

At the end of the preface, there is a name.

"Zhao Qianqiu, the Great Zhao Princess, successor of the Bloodline Sword Sect, wrote her name at Langshan in Yan State in the twenty-seventh year of the Wentong era..."

"Bloodline Sword Sect?"

Xi Heng remembered that the Red Thread Sword she cultivated was once called the Blood Thread Sword.

The Wentong era was the reign title of the previous generation.

It is now the sixteenth year of the Qianyuan era, a full nineteen years since the twenty-seventh year of the Wentong era.

"I'm a generation younger than this Zhao Qianqiu; she's probably one of my aunts..."

And they both practice the Red Thread Sword... perhaps there really is some kind of destiny between them.

"Hmm... When I go to the Red Thread Sword Academy to learn martial arts, I can borrow the name of this Zhao Qianqiu."

She had already learned a part of the Red Thread Sword technique and even gained internal strength from it. She was initially hesitant to explain to her senior sister and elders how she could have gained internal strength through this technique before even being admitted to the academy.

Now that we have Zhao Qianqiu as our aunt, it's easier to explain.

Then, Xi Heng skipped the preface and turned to the next page in the candlelight.

In this Blood Sea Great Art, the spells in the first few pages have no restrictions on the amount of flesh and blood required, and the formations, rituals, hand gestures, and footwork are also relatively simple.

Even the simplest blood arrow spell requires several kilograms of fresh blood to activate, and the casting time is not short.

"It seems a bit of a mixed bag..." the girl muttered to herself as she read silently.

Using the spells in this book is far less effective than carrying a bow and arrow yourself.

Even carrying a full quiver of dozens of arrows, plus a sturdy bow on your back, is much easier than carrying a large bucket of warm blood.

A large bucket of fresh blood can only produce one blood arrow, and it requires prior preparation by pinching fingers and making a spell.

Although it is a supernatural ability, in wartime, it is not as useful as picking up a big rock from the ground and throwing it at the enemy... It might only be of some use on the battlefield when there are fresh corpses everywhere.

Xi Heng flipped through several pages, looking at the spells on them, his face darkening.

"It's quite troublesome to activate..."

Even with all the materials available, simple spells like Blood Arrow, Blood Claw, and Blood Surge would take at least ten seconds to inscribe the ritual and cast, and Xi Heng couldn't think of any use for them.

Only the middle section of the Blood Sword might be somewhat useful; it can be used before battle to coat the blade with a poisonous substance that causes the wound's blood to boil.

But even if it's useful, it consumes too much flesh and blood material.

Using this magic is less effective than buying some poison from a shady merchant and smearing it on the sword.

Xi Heng reluctantly skipped over these spells and continued searching.

“Spirit Absorption Technique…” Under the flickering candlelight, she looked at the description of the technique and thought she had found the spell that the mad emperor in her previous life wanted to use.

"Five heads with the five elements' destinies, blood relatives' flesh and blood, and various rare materials ground into powder are mixed in a gold and silver cauldron... then poured into the jade, and the incantation is performed by stepping and pinching the fingers..."

The complex and intricate ritual diagrams below were too much for Xi Heng to understand at first. She skipped over the descriptions of the actions and the various incantations, and focused her attention on the final result of the spell.

“Blood Spirit Stone.” Xi Heng uttered these three words and continued reading.

All living beings possess a spirit within them. The method of drawing upon this spirit involves transforming the spirit within a person into spiritual energy, which is then condensed into spiritual stones for people to cultivate and refine their energy.

"Practicing Qi?"

She then noticed a finely written annotation beside it, the characters bold and vigorous, unlike the princess's handwriting in the preface.

"Martial artists train their physical strength, while cultivators train their spiritual energy; the two are vastly different!"

"When a cultivator breathes in spiritual energy, their spiritual awareness naturally responds, their body and mind become stable, light shines in the empty room, yang is restored in stillness, the spiritual apertures open, worldly desires are extinguished, noise is transformed into truth, and humanity becomes the Dao!"

"This is the path to immortality!"

The further the strokes go, the more flamboyant and unrestrained they become, as if the writer could no longer suppress his excitement, making it difficult for the script to remain stable.

Xi Heng narrowed his eyes and continued flipping through the pages.

The further along the path, the more powerful and bizarre the spells become, and the more flesh and blood are required as sacrifice.

On the last few pages, Xi Heng even saw a formation that required the sacrifice of 100,000 living beings, and the text above clearly stated that human spirits were required, and the greater the resentment of the human spirits, the better the spell's effect.

The spell is called 'Blood Sea Overturning'. It can turn the blood of the sacrifices into a torrent that can be controlled, and its power is enough to sweep the city wall into ruins in one move.

“It really is a demonic art…” Xi Heng closed the book.

He stroked the smooth, bright red cover with his five fingers, then opened his inventory and stuffed the evil book inside.

Along the way, Xi Heng glanced to the side and saw a picture of a red medicine box in the first slot of his inventory.

She remembered that she had already taken the Elixir of Turbidity, so now it should just be an empty box.

Xi Heng reached out and took the box out, but felt that the weight was a bit off.

And... the box also smelled of medicine.

She opened it and blinked at what was inside.

The jet-black, shiny honey pill remained obediently in its rightful place; the elixir was still there.