Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

"If you insist on promoting the Blood-Sucking Technique, Senior Sister, I'm afraid we won't even have enough spiritual energy before the resentment of the world completely engulfs our Chonghai Realm." She seemed to be advising us against it.

"The resentment created by such evil magic is several times deeper than that created by spiritual energy, and it can never last long."

"The spirit cannot withstand resentment. To cultivate in this way is to defy the laws of heaven and will surely suffer great calamity in the future."

"The Heavenly Way has been revealed, so what if we defy it... You truly have the grace of a senior sister, but the Blood Sea Great Art harms not only you, but all living beings in Chonghai..."

"Please, senior sister."

Her voice was weak, and one could faintly hear a plea in it.

"..."

A long silence followed.

Xi Heng tilted his head slightly, thinking that Chen Fenghuo was about to break free from the illusion and that was why he had lost his voice.

Once inside, wait for the other person to come to their senses so you can discuss the matter of this illusion.

But the next moment, Chen Fenghuo did not shake his head to wake up. Instead, he slowly got up, took a deep breath, and approached Xi Heng.

"Senior sister, I'll do anything you want, I just want you... to still be my senior sister."

Seeing the other person reach out and approach, out of curiosity about what this person wanted to do, he let Chen Fenghuo touch his shoulder.

Then, the other person's five fingers trembled slightly as they moved downwards.

Five fingers touched Xi Heng's shoulder, then circled under his armpit, brushed against the curves of his body, and then lifted slightly.

The other person emitted a faint breath and slowly approached as if losing strength.

"What is all this...?" Xi Heng sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Do you cultivators also do such things?"

After listening to what Chen Fenghuo had said, and combining it with her own previous experience with the illusions, she roughly understood that the scenes projected into people's minds were things that had happened in the past.

"The Blood Sea Technique was passed down by this person named Mi Jie?"

"Then, this person is probably the one who ignited the cultivation realm in Chonghai, the one known as the Blood Calamity," Xi Heng sighed softly.

"Senior, you should just listen to your junior sister instead of causing all those strange things and blowing up the cultivation grounds. That way, I can also embark on the path of immortality after I arrive..."

Unfortunately, the other party clearly didn't listen.

After that, everything that was going to happen, happened.

Seeing the strange movements of the Crimson Goddess, Xi Heng moved aside a little further.

The other person had already taken off the white robe she was wearing, revealing several close-fitting garments that accentuated her slender figure.

Then, for some reason, Chen Fenghuo seemed to have locked onto her, turned around and whispered "Senior Sister" again, before sticking close to her again.

"Eh?"

How can it still be tracked?

Xi Heng initially tried to dodge, but seeing that the other person was about to fall, he subconsciously reached out to help him steady.

Then, he reached out and patted the other person's confused little face.

"Hey, are you still conscious? Wake up quickly."

"Why are you avoiding me, senior sister?" But the other party only complained.

“Ah…” Xi Heng was distressed.

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Chapter 96, Still Wanting More

"Senior sister, don't go, don't go..."

Xi Heng took a moment to light a candle, bringing a little light to the overly dim room.

The candle, inserted into the recessed part of the table, flickered, its flame a single, bright spot in the deep darkness.

Just like in the boundless ocean, her fleet added an unusual touch to the vast sea.

The dim light illuminated the long table with several books scattered on it, and also the two people sitting on the edge of the bed.

Xi Heng supported Chen Fenghuo's slender body, letting the other person lean against him.

The other person, trapped in a hallucination, only half-opened their hazy eyes, weakly raising their hand towards their face, their fingers seemingly about to touch her cheek.

The girl pushed the other person's fingers away.

Then, he patted the other person's soft cheeks with his hand.

"Wake up."

It feels pretty good to hold...

The girl dismissed this fleeting thought and began to ponder how to awaken the other person.

The only technique she can use to directly affect the mind of others is Kenshin.

If you can use your sword spirit to strike again, the opponent will faint for a period of time due to mental trauma, and may also suffer other side effects. Moreover, even so, it is still unknown whether they can get rid of the illusion.

But just looking at it like this doesn't seem quite right.

It's unclear when the illusion will end; if it lasts for a day, the fleet's progress will be significantly hampered.

If this illusion could last for several days, then things would be really bad...

She also couldn't support the hundreds of hallucinogenic psychopaths on board.

Those who remain trapped in the illusion will eventually starve or die of thirst, even if they don't torment themselves to death.

"How can we help them break free from the illusion..." Xi Heng pondered.

The best way to wake someone up is to give them a strong enough stimulus.

The most common stimulus is pain.

Without hesitation, Xi Heng placed his fingers on the other person's leg and pinched it.

As she gradually increased the pressure, Chen Fenghuo's face trembled slightly, clearly feeling pain.

Even so, no sparkle appeared in her eyes; she remained trapped in her hallucination, constantly muttering the words "Senior Sister."

"It doesn't seem like it will work?"

She got up from the bedside, gently supporting the other person's waist and the back of their neck as she placed them steadily on the bed, and walked to the desk where the candles were placed.

Picking up the candle, he glanced back at the other person's bare waist.

The wax slowly slid down, touching the area above her fingers and causing a slight burning sensation.

Xi Heng felt something was off, so he quickly put aside his thoughts and went outside the cabin door.

Many crew members were moving around in the corridor outside.

Most of them could only wander like ghosts in a graveyard, constantly muttering eerie words.

The girl grabbed the candle, approached the nearest person, locked their wrist, and burned their palm with the flame.

One second, two seconds.

The other person trembled uncontrollably, making gurgling sounds as if about to cry out in pain, but in the end, they could only continue to murmur the illusory words in a hoarse, thin voice, their mind unable to respond to the pain in their body.

It wasn't until a strange smell wafted over that Xi Heng moved the candle over.

"Even pain can't awaken it, so I can only try using sword heart."

She returned to her cabin and put the candle back in its place.

Next, he placed the sword blade securely on the table and then took out the scabbard from his waist.

Xi Heng held the flat sword sheath and twirled it lightly. He nodded and then stepped out of the cabin.

To activate the sword's heart, there is no need for a sword blade; as long as the object in your hand resembles a sword, and you also consider it a sword, that is sufficient.

The first person Xi Heng saw was the crew member who had just been burned by the candlelight. Xi Heng raised his sword sheath and swung it with ease.

With a soft shout from the girl, the dull scabbard struck the center of the opponent's chest.

She held back her strength; the sword strike wouldn't cause any physical harm, at most it would just hurt for a few days.

Sword Heart, on the other hand, can strike the opponent's spirit.

The other person shuddered, then fell straight backward like a corpse, making a thud like the beating of a drum.

Xi Heng wasn't sure if the sword heart would work; this was just an experiment.

Kenshin can indeed stun his target, but whether he can dispel the illusion, and whether the target will still be affected by the illusion after waking up... these are all unknown.

"Using the sword heart to strike only one person might not be enough. Let's find more people to experiment with," Xi Heng thought.

Because swordsmanship might cause those struck by the sword to suffer incurable mental scars, she didn't search too many, just grabbed ten and knocked them down.

Among them was a guy who played the role of a cultivator in the illusion.

As Xi Heng approached, he could see the other party forming a sword finger, chanting incomprehensible incantations, and occasionally scolding the monster for its actions.

In the end, however, she brought him down to the ground with a single sword strike.

"Hey."

The girl dragged the ten defeated men into a small cabin like corpses and closed the door tightly.

It remains to be seen whether these people will regain their senses or remain trapped in the illusion once Kenshin's influence ends.

"If you can regain your senses, then inflict a sword heart damage on everyone on the ship."

And along the way, she won't just stand there waiting.

To prevent the fleet from becoming too scattered when out of control, Xi Heng also needs to regulate the fleet's speed and direction.

At this moment, many crew members had just fallen into a hallucination, and the fleet was still moving forward at a constant speed in the same direction.

Without a helmsman, it's only a matter of time before the ships disperse.

Xi Heng climbed onto the deck, ignoring the crew members who looked like mental patients, and came to the rope-winding wheel that controlled the sails.

Grasp the wheel with both hands and push it forward.

With the ropes slightly tightened, the sails were slowly lowered, maintaining a similar speed to other boats.

Xi Heng went to the helm, placed one hand on it, and stabilized the ship's orientation, which had shifted slightly.

Tonight marks the first time she, the true owner of the fleet, has taken the helm.

Although she wasn't very skilled, she had spent a hundred days on the ship and had some understanding of how it operated and how to change direction.

His mind, amplified by Kenshin, possessed an ability close to photographic memory, so he was still able to manage a large ship.

Hopefully, the wind will remain as uniform as it is now and will not change direction arbitrarily.

The sea breeze doesn't blow directly eastward; it sometimes drifts slightly southward, and if the rudder isn't maintained, the course will also shift with the wind.

But so what if the fleet deviates? As long as the fleet doesn't break apart, it's fine.

We've been heading east for so long without seeing any land; perhaps we'll see it once we shift our course.

As Xi Heng looked around at the nearly one hundred mentally ill crew members she had tied to the sail mast, she couldn't help but hear their strange murmurs.

"It feels like being in a mental hospital... or rather, the intensive care unit," the girl clicked her tongue.

Once the large ship slowed down and stabilized, he left the deck, used his light-footed skills to step onto the calm sea surface, and headed towards the other ship whose course had already slightly changed.

The fleets were not too far apart, and they would arrive in no time.

That night, every so often, Xi Heng would circle the sea, keeping the fleet firmly together and gradually slowing it down.

The stars revolve, and the sun and moon take turns.

As dawn slowly broke in the east, directly in front of the ship's bow, the crew members who were being controlled remained trapped in a hallucination.

Xi Heng returned to the cabin and pushed open a door.

Behind the door lay ten people who were unusually quiet on the ship.

"Still not awake..." She moved closer and kicked him a few times.

When the last kick was delivered, the man's body trembled.

The next moment, as if waking from a nightmare, the man suddenly sat up, panting and with wide eyes.