Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

The fleet's cooks set up a large pot over the campfire, stirring a thick seafood porridge with large ladles in both hands.

Once on shore, they no longer had to conserve food as they had at sea, and they were finally able to eat their fill for a day.

Before sunset, Xi Heng returned to the camp. He saw several crew members he knew better, who were also drinking porridge from wooden bowls.

These crew members appeared to have been tightly bound to the lower cabin and had lost their minds, becoming like ferocious beasts.

Upon closer inspection, it was clear that many of their wrists and ankles still bore the marks of being tightly bound with thick hemp rope. Their movements while drinking porridge were trembling, as if they were having some difficulty controlling their hands and feet.

Just as they were wondering what was going on, the ship's captain, who was no longer feeling dejected and melancholy all day, respectfully approached and reported the situation.

Before he could speak, Xi Heng asked, "Are those people over there no longer insane? How were they cured?"

Previously, she had absolutely no idea how to cure these insane patients on the ship.

How come these people immediately regained their energy after going out for a while and then coming back?

strangeness.

"Your Highness," the ship's captain replied with a much more enthusiastic attitude after they reached land to rest, smiling.

"After you left, I led people to the cabin where they were being held and shouted and shook them. Just mentioning the words 'land,' 'Da Zhao,' and 'home' brought a few people back to their senses... Then I had the boatmen carry the still-mad people back to land, and they all woke up in no time."

"..." Xi Heng didn't expect it to be so simple.

These people probably went mad because they couldn't see any hope of returning to land. Now that they've returned, there's no need for them to go mad anymore.

"Well done." She praised him, and then made a promise: "Since you were able to cross the Chonghai with me, you will surely become the backbone of the sect. The Crimson Goddess and I will not treat you unfairly."

The ship captain bowed respectfully: "With Your Highness's words, we are at ease."

"Let's rest peacefully for now. There's plenty of unused silver in the cabin. Give everyone ten taels first," Xi Heng waved his hand.

She intended to use the gold and silver she brought on board when she set sail to exchange for resources or information about immortals if she could truly cross the Chonghai Sea and reach the legendary land of cultivation.

Now, it seems unlikely that a place for cultivation can be found in a short time, so it would be better to distribute the offerings as rewards.

Before long, the shipwrights carried out boxes of various sizes from the main cabins and placed them in front of the crew who were gathering around the campfire to get their food.

Then they shouted: "The Holy Maiden bestows a reward, one silver ingot for each person."

The box was opened in full view of everyone, and people were asked to line up one by one on the left side of the campfire to receive it, and those who had received it stood on the right side.

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up. They quickly finished their porridge and gathered in front of the treasure chest to claim their share of gold ingots.

Before joining the Jingming Sect or the Dark Heavenly Cult, most of them were just sailors and porters who worked hard in the port. They had only ever touched small pieces of silver and silver ingots, and had only heard of silver ingots but had never actually seen them, let alone held them in their hands.

Furthermore, the silver ingots in the boxes on the ship were all official goods, with clear and complete appearances, and regular printed characters indicating the year, month, and place of production. Most of them were exquisite in appearance.

After receiving the ingots, the crew members were like walnuts, constantly grasping at them, looking at them curiously from all sides, and even comparing them with others. Their excitement at returning to land became even stronger.

The oppressive silence that had gripped the ship vanished, and everyone gathered around the campfire, creating an atmosphere as festive as the Lunar New Year.

As the sun gradually sank into the sea, Xi Heng stepped forward to assign tasks to the crew.

The members of the Dark Heavenly Sect who came with her at sea were dispersed to various places to spread the news that the Compassionate Saintess was about to return to Pearl City.

The boatmen and sailors continued to repair the damaged ship, and once it was somewhat repaired, they set sail to return by sea.

After giving a few simple orders, Xi Heng handed the fleet over to Chen Fenghuo in front of everyone, saying that he had a mission from the Great Dark Heavenly Mother and needed to leave temporarily.

"I'll leave the affairs of the sect to you." She shook hands with Chen Fenghuo.

After the handover of power, Xi Heng, who had saved the fleet several times at sea, walked lightly on the water under the respectful gaze of everyone, and slowly disappeared into the dark sky.

The Crimson Goddess, dressed in white robes, stood on the coastline, gazing at Xi Heng's retreating figure with a hint of reluctance in her lingering gaze.

"See you later," Chen Fenghuo whispered.

During this voyage, for some reason, she developed a different kind of feeling for Xi Heng, unlike that of an ordinary friend or companion.

She couldn't figure out what it was—was it longing, envy, or something else...?

"Faced with danger, faced with setbacks and disappointments, they will rise again without hesitation and continue to strive for their goals... Why are there such people in this world?"

"Is it really because Xi Heng is a demon? But she once said that she was not a demon, so is that true or false?" The Crimson Goddess couldn't figure it out.

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Three days later, Xi Heng left the Qiongya and Cangcheng region, riding a tall, brown-red horse sideways, wearing a bamboo hat commonly seen on martial arts heroes, and carrying a rough longsword on his back, walking on the official road.

"The bandits and outlaws here are much better than those in the inland areas of Xiujiang..."

Whether it was due to the government's insufficient control over the Qiongzhou region or because of its proximity to the last rebel group of Tianliang, Xi Heng could see traces of bandits every short distance along the damp and muddy, difficult roads.

I encountered two groups of people while walking all morning.

The first wave was just a group of bandits. Because the other party used some foul language, Xi Heng accidentally lost control and with a horizontal slash of sword energy, cut more than a dozen people in half, leaving no survivors to lead the way to their lair.

Only a dozen or so people died, so she didn't bother to draw the spirit-absorbing array with the blood on them. She simply let their corpses fall into the mountains and fields to be eaten by jackals, tigers, and leopards, and decomposed into bones by flies, mold, and other carrion-eating creatures.

Although the people died, their horses still had some use.

One of the brown horses, with a slightly reddish tinge on its surface, was of decent appearance. Xi Heng grabbed the reins and took it for himself, and no one objected.

Then, humming a tune known only to herself, she gently flicked the reins and continued on her leisurely journey.

In these chaotic times, a martial artist who can still walk alone on the main road and is well-dressed and handsome is someone that mountain bandits dare not mess with.

But there are always some fools in the world who don't understand this principle. They only see that she looks young and, although she carries a sword on her back, she is slender and graceful and does not look like a strong person. She looks more like an ignorant young lady from a wealthy family carrying a sword than a martial arts master. So they have covetous thoughts.

The second wave of bandits arrived quite quickly.

Xi Heng slaughtered a group of bandits in the morning, seized their horses, and rode slowly. Before the sun had reached its highest point, a group of mountain bandits suddenly emerged from the woods and blocked her path.

The girl slightly lifted her straw hat and saw a thin man with a broadsword hanging from his waist approaching.

"Pointed fruit buds, empty spaces or the Xiang family? Where is this pus going?"

"What are you saying? In dialect?" Xi Heng tilted his head.

Upon realizing that she couldn't understand, the other party immediately called over a dozen people from behind to surround her.

Xi Heng didn't pay any attention. He yawned lightly and flicked out a few strands of energy with his finger. The two thieves immediately fell to the ground.

"There's a hidden weapon! Attack!" The gaunt man thought she was carrying a hidden weapon, so he immediately drew his sword and led his men to rush over.

Xi Heng didn't even dismount. He pressed down with his palm, unleashing a burst of energy from his body, causing more than a dozen people around him to fall to the ground.

He slammed his head on the ground, was stunned for a moment, and then began to cry out in pain.

She slowly drew her sword, and seeing that the ground was not muddy and would not soil her shoes, she leaped off her horse and, like the Grim Reaper, ended the lives of those around her one by one.

Ignoring the group's pleas and panic, the girl sliced ​​their necks with her sword, watching the blood slowly gush out, and murmured to herself:

"There are only a dozen or so people, so using the Spirit Absorption Technique would take too much time."

"Why can't I just kill a few hundred people like the Tianliang Army and the Jingming Sect back then..."

Xi Heng spared the thin man who had initially approached her as a witness, using his murderous intent to immediately bring the man to his senses, and then led him to the bandit stronghold.

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Before we knew it, it was afternoon.

A raging fire erupted atop the mountain where Xi Heng was located.

The boundless sky shrouded the mountaintop, the blazing sun blocked by white clouds, but the reddish-yellow flames burning on the wooden walls of the houses below were no less intense than the usual sunlight.

The two-story wooden house at the very center of the mountain stronghold was set ablaze with flames. Its surface was charred, and the interior was filled with crackling wood sounds and the sounds of beams and pillars falling and crashing.

Moments later, the building collapsed to the ground with a loud crash, turning the house into a pile of rubble.

"I never expected that the leader of this remote mountain stronghold would actually be a martial artist with internal strength." Xi Heng flicked the thick blood off his sword, casually wiped it on the clothes of a corpse on the ground, and then sheathed it.

At the same time, in front of the door, there was a man with a gloomy and twisted face, and a trace of red appeared between his eyebrows.

Then, his knees slammed to the ground, and his head fell downwards.

It didn't even tremble after falling, let alone make a sound, as if it had already become a corpse.

"This act of grace and liberation is fatal if it is not blocked or dodged."

Looking at the effect of the move, Xi Heng nodded slightly.

"I don't know what kind of swordsmanship this person practiced, but when the sword was moved, I could always feel the resentment of a ghost... However, his house has been burned down, so he probably can't be found."

Xi Heng turned his gaze away from the raging flames and looked at the various strangely shaped corpses scattered all around him.

The blood flowing from the necks, chests, and abdomens of these people pooled on the ground, forming winding, twisting red lines and patches of blood.

She found a rough duster nearby, stained it with blood, and used it to draw the necessary spirit-drawing array on the flat ground.

There were no living people left in the vicinity, and all the houses and even the wooden courtyard walls were engulfed in flames.

The firelight illuminated the girl's face, casting a faint red glow in her eyes.

With a crash, another wooden house collapsed.

Surrounded by flames, Xi Heng used blood to create art, with delicate lines and neat shapes.

This was probably the first time she had drawn the Spirit Absorption Array so perfectly; the whole thing looked like many tentacles of different sizes supporting a long-necked bottle.

The bottle's belly was piled high with corpses, and Xi Heng placed a dull red blood spirit stone at the front.

She made a finger gesture and chanted an incantation, activating the spirit-drawing array.

The accumulated flesh and blood gradually shrank within the corpse, and the body, which originally contained some fat and flesh, gradually became emaciated.

The heat from the surrounding flames gradually dried up the viscous blood.

After using up all the flesh and blood, Xi Heng grabbed dozens more corpses and piled them into the center of the formation.

This mountain stronghold, whose name is unknown, is home to more than two hundred bandits and thieves. Although they are not enough to fill the spirit stones, they are still of some use.

Within fifteen minutes, the entire mountain stronghold was littered with horrifying mummified remains.

Once there were no more intact corpses around, Xi Heng put the spirit stones back into his inventory, straightened his clothes which were not stained with much blood, and left this hell on earth.

She has become increasingly skilled at killing, and now, after a massacre, she no longer needs to be covered in blood.

Sword Heart greatly amplifies control over the blade. When Xi Heng wants an enemy to suffer a fatal wound, the blood can be scattered anywhere. She can even cleverly make the enemy's first spurt of blood form the prototype of a spirit-absorbing array for her during the killing process.

Xi Heng left the burning mountain stronghold. He flicked the reins to urge his horse to quicken its pace.

An hour later, a town came into view.

She skillfully found an inn, asked the innkeeper to take care of the horses, and casually tossed some silver coins to order some food.

After the process, the dishes and snacks were served. Xi Heng sat down, took out a spirit stone, and looked at the slightly shimmering veins that seemed to expand and contract. He could vaguely see that it contained two hundred units of spiritual energy.

"Even without specifically seeking out enemies, if we take it slow, it will only take about ten days to fully charge one."

She calculated the fleet's speed; even if the Crimson Goddess set sail immediately, it would still take a month to reach Pearl City.

The fleet now needs to stop for repairs and purchase food and logistical supplies, and it may not arrive for another two months.

She was traveling alone, and if she were to travel from Qiongya Cangcheng to Mingzhu, it would only take her half a month at full speed.

"I have quite a lot of free time during this period... I'll go back to Jiangning City to meet with my senior sister first."

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Chapter 100, Revered as a God

Xi Heng was on his way back to Jiangning City to meet his senior sister...

Because she found it troublesome, she would only go to a bandit stronghold every two or three days to have its members replenish her spirit stones, instead of killing them one by one.

Even so, after more than ten days, two spirit stones were filled with spiritual energy—a total of more than two thousand units.

For Xi Heng, who could use the Blood Sea Technique as a ship's propulsion system, this amount of spiritual energy was not much.

However, even a short while is enough.

During his leisure time, Xi Heng often read Fang Tiande's "Three Strategies of Dunjia," pondering its battle formations and various cunning tactics.

One of them is the Bagua Formation, which is highly versatile, has a powerful appearance, and is widely used.

After examining it carefully, Xi Heng recognized that this formation was the same troop deployment formation that Fang Tiande had set up outside Jinshi City.

Ultimately, it was Zhao Wanli who led the city's generals to barely break through the formation with their superior martial prowess.

Otherwise, if the Bagua Formation continues to operate and the attacking forces keep rotating, the defending troops in the city will have sleepless nights... and the city will be breached in just a few days.

This formation must be attacked forcefully, but without sufficient elite troops, it will be easily breached.

Fang Tiande's troops were poised to break through the city and enter, but Xi Heng suddenly appeared halfway through.