Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

When shall we depart?

"Tomorrow." Xi Heng looked up at the countless twinkling stars in the sky, his gaze obscuring the North Star and pointing north.

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The carriage swayed and rattled, making a creaking sound as the wood rubbed against each other.

The dense trees swayed in the long wind, hooves trod slowly through the wet mud, and straight ruts were deeply imprinted on the ground.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, with only a few rays of sunlight filtering through the gaps, making the world appear somewhat dim.

Inside the carriage, the curtains were stirred by the stuffy wind outside, and the pale blue curtains brushed against the girl's fair face.

Xi Heng snapped out of his long meditation with his eyes closed, raised his hand to part the swaying pale purple curtain in front of him, and looked outside.

Ahead was a small hill, and in the distance, the sounds of clashing weapons and shouts of battle could be faintly heard.

Thick, gray smoke billowed up from the side of the mountain.

"It was definitely the wrong choice to take the shortcut... We've stumbled into a battlefield in just a few days," Xi Heng clicked his tongue.

In order to shorten the journey, she ignored what she heard from the villagers about war-torn and conflict-ridden areas and chose to go straight through.

So, after traveling only halfway through this area, they encountered a battle.

"Judging from the noise and the number of people involved, the battle doesn't seem to be very intense." She knocked on the front door of the carriage, signaling the driver to stop the horses.

The coachman she was now with was no longer the old man who had taken her to Pearl City. Because the old man refused to go to the Northern Frontier battlefield, Xi Heng had no choice but to stop in a town along the way and recruit a new, bolder one.

As the carriage came to a stop, she grabbed the luggage from the carriage, casually tossing aside large items like bedding and tents, carrying only a few daily necessities and two sets of clothes on her shoulder. She then hung up her flying sword and longsword before leaving the carriage.

The girl waved to the coachman and said, "The carriage is yours now, go back."

While the coachman was stunned by these words, Xi Heng had already walked away.

Wearing animal-hide boots for travel, he walked towards the battlefield where smoke rose and shouts rang out.

Separated by a woodland and hills on the side of the mountain, at first you could only hear the sound and not see the real thing.

Xi Heng placed his wrist on the hilt of his sword at his waist and gradually quickened his pace.

She walked through the woods and stood on a small hill, gazing into the distance.

In the distance, beneath dark clouds and amidst billowing smoke and dust, a broad banner of the Great Zhao Dynasty fluttered in the turbulent wind.

Against the dark red fabric, the square and angular character "Zhao" is displayed.

A few seconds later, the flags behind the hills rose up and approached, and several galloping horses came running.

Xi Heng stopped and tilted his head.

The cavalrymen seemed to be fleeing in her direction.

And as time went by, more and more Zhao cavalrymen crossed the hills, looking flustered.

When they were only a few hundred meters away, Xi Heng could see clearly that the riders all looked exhausted, as if they had already risked their lives.

Then, from behind these dozens of Zhao cavalrymen, over a hundred enemy cavalrymen pursued them.

The pursuers were mostly dressed in thick hemp clothing, carrying longbows and large swords at their waists. Their horses were not protected either, and they simply shot arrows as they pursued.

However, there were also a few well-equipped individuals, whose entire bodies and horses were covered in iron armor. Both the riders and their horses were burly and powerful, with shields on their left arms and iron hammers, spears, or large axes in their right hands.

The horses, covered in scales, looked less like horses and more like terrifying beasts made of iron.

The heavily armored soldiers above them, despite being covered in armor, moved more fluidly than ordinary cavalry, suggesting they were at least close to the peak of Ming Jin (a martial arts technique).

"Has the Great Zhao army already fallen into a slump? But I've only just arrived in the northern frontier..."

Xi Heng originally wanted to follow the army to fight a few simple battles first, so as to familiarize himself with his military tactics and formations.

After all, she had never actually commanded an army in combat before, so it was better to start with the easier things.

"But so be it, adversity is the best time to make a name for yourself."

His right hand rested on the hilt of his sword at his waist, and he easily drew it.

Just as he took a step forward, he saw more and more enemy troops rushing towards him from afar. Xi Heng then suddenly reached forward with his left hand and magically pulled out a long sword from his inventory.

Two longswords landed in his hands, one on his left and one on his right, placed steadily.

She closed her eyes and gently exhaled.

As the sky changed color and the clouds parted, the light gradually dimmed.

The experiences of countless battles with my demonic self in the spiritual realm kept surfacing in my mind.

Xi Heng also opened his eyes, which were gradually turning bloodshot. Thinking of the demon's figure, he held his two swords in front of him and bent down slightly.

The next instant, he pushed off with his toes, and the ground burst open, creating a cloud of mud and dust.

Using his lightness skill and unleashing his inner strength, a blood-red figure swiftly passed over the vast hills before him.

call out--

The sound of arrows whizzing past my ears came from the enemy soldiers in the distance, whose appearances and demeanors were clearly different from those of the people of the Central Plains of Zhao, as they drew their bows and nocked arrows.

Xi Heng's gaze sharpened as he flew past the Northern Frontier soldiers carrying the Great Zhao banner, and arrived in front of the fully armored enemy general at the forefront, carrying two swords.

The first sword strike didn't require much internal force; it was simply a side step and a spinning slash that severed all four of the horse's legs at their base.

The galloping horse suddenly lost its support and fell face-first forward.

"Who?!" roared the fully armored soldier above.

Their tone and voice were only slightly different from those of the Zhao language, allowing for direct communication.

"The one who will kill you." A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Xi Heng's eyes, and he suddenly raised his two swords, unleashing two streaks of bloody energy.

hiss--

The steel was torn apart by the slender sword energy, producing a sharp sound like glass scraping against tiles.

A spark flew for a moment, and blood lines appeared beneath the armor plates.

A sweltering, long wind howled past, blowing the person in front of Xi Heng into three pieces, causing the surrounding soldiers to gasp in surprise.

"A general has arrived! A general from Zhao is coming to our aid!" someone shouted from behind.

Xi Heng pressed forward relentlessly, his twin blades swirling and spraying blood. With each leap, he cleaved more than a dozen mounted enemy soldiers into pieces.

Because the enemy's horses were of varying heights and the cavalry were not as densely packed as the infantry, she could not cut off everyone's heads with a single horizontal sword strike.

Therefore, he had no choice but to constantly maneuver among the enemy troops, and wherever he went, he stirred up a storm of blood.

Gradually, the enemy cavalry chasing the Zhao cavalry turned around and surrounded Xi Heng, drawing their bows and firing arrows.

Arrows rained down from all directions with a sharp sound. Xi Heng glanced around and made his judgment. He moved lightly to dodge most of the arrows, and with a flick of his sword, he cut several more in half.

The rangers on the outer perimeter continued to nock arrows and draw their bows.

Xi Heng pressed down with one hand, unleashing a burst of energy to deflect the arrow.

Although she has the protective power of internal energy, even if she is hit by arrows or crossbows, it will not cause her any pain, but her clothes and sleeves may inevitably be damaged.

The group of soldiers in front of her were not worth her full strength, so Xi Heng had some free time to take care of her clothes.

He then killed dozens of cavalrymen, yet not a single drop of blood touched his body.

Before the blood could even spurt out from the blade's cut, Xi Heng had already dashed off to another area.

The arrows flying erratically could be easily dodged, and even crossbow bolts with higher poundage and faster speed appeared extremely slow to Xi Heng, whose mind was as still as water.

Even with such a simple projectile, it was difficult to reach her.

As a martial artist specializing in Transformation Realm, Xi Heng could easily crush this group of lowly cavalrymen who were at most at the Great Perfection of Ming Realm.

After slaughtering over a hundred enemy cavalry, a skilled warrior wielding two broadswords finally charged out from the enemy ranks, roaring as he brought his axes down—

Xi Heng raised his sword to block the axe, let out a soft shout, and then thrust his other sword into the enemy's heart.

"You only used a hidden force? You underestimate me!"

The enemy's eyes widened. Realizing the difference in strength, he quickly retreated. The tip of the sword that was thrusting at him grazed his body without penetrating, but the thick breastplate and chest protector were pierced and left marks.

But in the next instant, the red thread burst forth, piercing through his heart.

The heavily armored enemy general, clad in dark energy, froze, then collapsed to the ground, powerless.

Xi Heng kicked it away, and then a hail of arrows came flying at him.

She brought her two swords together and then extended them, creating a gust of wind that shattered the incoming arrows.

Even so, the enemy forces from all sides did not panic and retreat.

Although most of them were tense, they were only serious and none of them tried to escape.

"Hmm?" Xi Heng asked, somewhat puzzled.

Previously in the Great Zhao Kingdom, every time she fought and killed an enemy general, the surrounding soldiers would riot and retreat in fear, eventually fleeing in panic and scattering.

She had never seen an army so unmoved after her general was so easily killed.

On the contrary, they dared to draw their bows and arrows, and even sent a group of swordsmen and shieldmen to charge.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

The answer was a rain of arrows fired by the enemy.

"Tsk."

Xi Heng flashed and cleaved an arrow in two from tip to tip with his sword.

"If you don't run away, then I'll kill you all."

Her eyes grew increasingly bloodshot, radiating a murderous intent.

The array of swords and shields drew closer step by step, and Xi Heng swung a single horizontal slash, severing the dozen or so people forming the array at the waist.

The enemy was not afraid. After a few shouts, they quickly sent out several cavalrymen with long spears to charge.

Her body was covered in trembling scales, and a massive, armored horse, weighing nearly half a ton, rammed straight into her.

Xi Heng raised his sword and swung it, the vertical line of blood cutting through the chaotic wind in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the nearest Ironclad Cavalryman, along with his horse, was torn open in the middle, bleeding profusely.

Blood gushed out suddenly from the forehead, chest, abdomen, and then to the horse's head and waist.

The men and horses suddenly split to the sides, revealing their internal organs, bone marrow, and indistinct blood.

A few drops of blood splattered onto the blade of his sword and the hem of his clothes. The blood-stained sword swung again, slaying another person with the force of a rain of blood falling from the sword.

However, in the next instant, a spear from the Ironclad Cavalry suddenly thrust from behind.

She deflected the spear with her sword, then suddenly leaped high into the air, spun around, and landed on the enemy's horse. The blade pierced through the narrow gap in the enemy's spine armor, penetrating his heart and lungs.

The other two Ironclad Cavalry charged in together, but Xi Heng chopped off their heads as well.

Even so, the enemy's offensive continued unabated.

After the Ironclad Cavalry finished their charge, they sent out another Dark Force expert to attack.

After killing the warrior, another array of swords and shields attacked...

Xi Heng thought she had killed enough, but when she looked up, she saw more and more cavalry and infantry continuing to surround her.

I wonder how many enemies are still lurking around here.

"Does he intend to kill a martial artist at the Transformation Realm by using countless lives to deplete their vital energy and strength?"

Xi Heng gradually understood the actions of the army formation before him.

If it were other martial arts masters who mostly only knew how to spar and had no large-scale offensive moves or experience fighting against military formations, they might actually be worn down to death by them.

"But unfortunately, you've run into me."

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Chapter 102, Blood and Flesh Rain

Upon arriving at the northern frontier battlefield, Xi Heng realized that there really were armies that could disregard their own casualties and morale, using the lives of thousands of ordinary soldiers to slowly wear down a martial arts master.

She had thought that such a thing was only theoretically possible.

After all, whenever they faced enemy formations before, as long as they killed one or two-tenths of them, the enemy would always collapse quickly.