Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

The firelight illuminated the grain wagons in the procession, which were covered with layers of coarse cloth and looked bulging.

Xi Heng raised his hand, signaling his subordinates to hold back for now.

As the grain transport team entered the camp and began to work, half of the patrolling guards went to unload the grain. She asked the cavalry officer beside her about the possible structure of the enemy's grain transport team.

It was later learned that the grain transport team usually consisted of no more than five or six hundred people, most of whom were just miscellaneous soldiers, with at most one martial artist with internal strength guarding them.

Xi Heng didn't care. As long as no one with the Transformation Realm came, no one could disrupt her plans.

For both the Great Zhao and the Yan Meng Kingdom, generals with the Transformation Realm are extremely important combat forces. They either fight on the front lines as generals or guard the most important rear territories.

This small logistics camp in front of us shouldn't be guarded by anyone at the Transformation Realm.

After waiting a moment, Xi Heng raised his hand and suddenly waved it forward, signaling everyone to take action.

"Remember to find well-separated, hidden locations. Wait for me to make the first move, then we'll all activate our fire spells together..."

After giving her final reminder, she moved almost silently towards the back of the camp.

On the way, they encountered a patrol of three enemy soldiers carrying torches, and Xi Heng drew his sword and sped up.

Completely unaware, the red sword energy suddenly appeared in the night sky, and the heads of the three men were severed at the same time, blood spurting out as their bodies fell to the ground.

In the pitch-black night, the slight thud of an ordinary person falling to the ground caused no ripples whatsoever.

Xi Heng swept past the three figures, silently circling the camp. A few minutes later, he arrived at the designated spot—behind two sheepskin tents, in a place unlit by firelight.

After waiting a while longer, calculating that her subordinates should have taken their positions, she pinched her fingers together and murmured softly.

The spirit stone was placed on the back of his hand, summoning a twisted pattern that resembled a candle flame.

The activation of nearly a hundred units of spiritual energy caused the fire patterns on his hand to flicker.

The candlelight shone brightly in the darkness.

The spell she cast was not the kind of long-range fireball spell that ordinary soldiers would use.

Instead, it spreads flames across the ground, sweeping forward like waves, creating the largest possible area of ​​earth fire magic.

The fingers pinch and rotate lightly, then push forward.

The fire patterns were extremely bright, with red and yellow light spots scattered across the ground.

Immediately, amidst shouts, raging flames erupted from the ground, sweeping forward with overwhelming force.

The fire wave, with its irresistible force, collapsed the tent, sending more than a dozen people flying out in pain. The collapsed tent was then set ablaze.

The enemy soldiers under the tent screamed in agony from the intense heat, but their movements and vision were impaired by being wrapped in cloth, making it difficult for them to pick up their weapons and break open the tent. In the end, they would only suffocate to death.

The fire continued forward, igniting more than a dozen large tents and stretching for nearly a hundred meters before finally stopping.

Vast flames turned the ground into a living hell, filled with roars and screams.

Xi Heng stood at the end of the flames, quietly watching the military camp that had been awakened.

Most of the patrolmen were just staring blankly at the sudden burst of flames and failed to notice her.

Immediately afterwards, fireballs the size of heads suddenly appeared around the camp, taking off and dotting the sky like stars.

The enemy troops in the camp were drawn to the moving fireball. Looking up, they saw the fireball crashing down like a meteorite falling from the sky.

The sound of the explosion was deafening.

After the series of sounds subsided, dust rose, and dozens of flames ignited from various parts of the camp.

Finally, someone in the camp shouted out in a rough accent:

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Although no one knows where the fireballs came from, shouting "enemy attack" is always the right thing to do.

As soon as the sound rang out, the entire camp immediately descended into chaos and turmoil.

Some people lifted the burning, collapsed tents to rescue others, while others drew long swords and surveyed the area. Shouts of firefighting came from all directions, and the bugle call for the troops to assemble sounded at the same time...

The various orders were mixed together, and the ordinary soldiers who had just crawled out of their tents had no idea what to do.

The situation became increasingly chaotic, with only a few groups managing to truly assemble into an army.

At that moment, Xi Heng, the mastermind behind the arson, had already drawn his longsword and was lunging towards the area where the enemy troops were gathered.

The flames were pushed aside by the gust of wind generated by the movement technique. With a flash of sword light, the bloodline first severed the raging fire, then reached the enemy's neck and chest.

Seeing the blood splatter, Xi Heng's eyes turned crimson, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.

Several heads were thrown high into the air by the gushing blood from their severed necks.

……

Amidst the incomplete formation, a tall figure reacted, holding a broadsword across his chest in an attempt to block her slash.

But her sword was already capable of cutting through iron, and with the amplification of her qi and blood, the red line extending from the tip of the sword could cut through iron like mud!

Let alone a simple knife, it can cut through even a divine weapon forged from meteorite iron.

The blade sliced ​​through the thick broadsword, and the sharp red line cut through the opponent's chest, cleaving it in two.

After beheading this Ming Jin master, Xi Heng swept through the enemy ranks once more.

In a state of tranquility, the field of vision gradually slows down.

A red line appeared on each person's body in the direction the sword blade passed.

The red line gradually cracked, turning into a wound, and then into a cross-section where flesh and blood were separated.

Its cross-section is flat and smooth, as if it could be used directly for medical research.

The leaking lung valves, the broken diaphragm, the still-beating heart, the contracting stomach, and the clean liver all looked exceptionally red, like newly ripened fruit.

Scattered internal organs, along with blood and various mucus, were spilled all over the ground.

Seeing a martial artist wielding two swords attacking from the side, Xi Heng instinctively turned his body and flicked his sword upwards, sending the opponent's arm flying.

She entered a state of extreme concentration, needing not to think at all; simply by emptying her mind, the killing could continue indefinitely.

The enemy continued to swing his axe with his only remaining hand, while Xi Heng's sword pierced through his chin, mouth, nose, and entire skull, before emerging from the top of his head.

The other person's eyes quickly turned red and became bloodshot, and they immediately lost consciousness and collapsed face down.

The human body is extremely fragile; if the spleen is pierced through the chest cavity, skull, or abdominal cavity, death will occur within a short time.

"Those who haven't reached the Transformation Realm aren't even qualified to withstand a single strike from me—"

Xi Heng beheaded another martial artist with internal energy, then spun around and charged towards the densest part of the enemy ranks.

The next moment, the army formation was completely broken up, and hundreds of soldiers were scattered as if they had been hit by a vehicle.

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Chapter 103, Ready for Battle

midnight.

Xi Heng slowly stood up from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, reached out and patted his sleeves that were already soaked with blood, and flicked his sword, but not much blood was splattered on the sword.

The flames spread across all the tents, large and small. The summer night was already sweltering, and with several layers of fire added around, ordinary people were drenched in sweat.

However, by this time, most of what could be burned had already been burned.

The night breeze carried away the heat, and the firelight gradually dimmed amidst the ripples.

However, the blood that had congealed on the hem and sleeves of her clothes was difficult to remove.

Xi Heng shifted his gaze from his sleeves to the catastrophic scene before him.

"These ragtag soldiers guarding the camp seem weaker than the combat troops we encountered before," she muttered to herself.

Morale is also easier to break.

At first, the sudden bursts of fire and screams threw the camp into chaos, and her attacks and killings made it difficult for the various military units to regroup.

At her speed, the enemy had no way of knowing how many people were attacking.

One moment the east was calling for help, and a few seconds later the west was shouting that military generals were attacking.

Even martial artists with internal strength could only exchange two or three blows with her, finding it impossible to restrain her.

Later, the shouts within the camp became increasingly exaggerated, with some even claiming that the Great Zhao had sent several Transformation Realm generals and more than a dozen Dark Realm martial artists to attack.

In the ensuing chaos, the cavalry who had previously unleashed their fire magic returned to the battlefield, shouting battle cries as they surged into the camp, becoming the final straw that broke the enemy's morale.

With just over fifty cavalrymen, they charged across the battlefield, killing anyone they encountered, causing the enemy camp of two to three thousand men to quickly collapse.

The various camps were in an uproar, with torches flying like stars, and even a camp screech broke out. Yan Meng's miscellaneous soldiers seemed to have collectively suffered a mental breakdown, killing each other indiscriminately.

The entire military camp descended into hysteria. Soldiers abandoned military discipline, seeking justice for every wrong done to them and revenge for every grudge committed. Thousands of soldiers screamed and shouted, either fleeing for their lives or fighting in the chaos.

So much so that when Xi Heng came to his senses after a quarter of an hour of killing, all he saw amidst the swirling flames was a pile of strangely shaped corpses.

There were chunks of flesh so shattered that it was impossible to tell where they came from; skulls split in two, still oozing pale blood; and entrails and intestines of various sizes, resembling ripe persimmons smashed on the ground.

The blood slowly pooled in the lower areas, forming small pools of blood.

The calm surface of the pool of blood shimmered with the light of the surrounding flames.

Xi Heng moved around and looked around, but could no longer see any enemies still standing.

They either escaped, or they've all died here.

Most of the experts who had mastered the hidden or overt strength techniques had already been killed by the blade in her hand.

These powerful warriors of Yanmeng Kingdom were indeed brave and skilled in battle, but they used their bravery in the wrong place.

"Most of those who escaped were just ordinary soldiers; once they're scattered, it'll be hard for them to regroup..."

In such a dark and deep night, there was no need to worry about enemy reinforcements disrupting her plans.

"Hmm..." The girl's gaze fell on the blood and flesh scattered all over the ground and the still warm, fresh corpses.

She turned her gaze and stopped at the Zhao cavalry who were still in formation, carrying weapons and searching for the remnants and survivors of the enemy.

They had each killed a considerable number of enemy soldiers who had fled, and they appeared much more excited.

Several, their eyes bloodshot with rage, are still galloping their horses through the raging flames, shouting "Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy!"

Xi Heng coughed lightly and ordered his cavalrymen to come over.

Ignoring their excited, speechless expressions, she continued:

"In the chaos just now, most of the enemy camp's military headquarters fled. You don't need to search anymore. Come and help me pile the bodies together."

"Yes, Your Highness!" the rider immediately echoed.

Having just experienced that near-massacre, they had no doubts about Xi Heng's orders.

Even if they were asked to go through fire and water now, they would probably obey without thinking.

Seeing that everyone had gone to do their work, Xi Heng let out a breath and casually grabbed his sword as he walked toward the campfire in the camp.

Several whole roasted lambs, skinned and seasoned, were stuck on thick branches above the campfire.

Aside from the stench of blood and the strange smell of burnt charcoal emanating from the camp, only the slightly charred food in front of them was still emitting a pleasant aroma.

Xi Heng approached, steadily slicing through a layer of charred meat with the blood-stained blade, cutting off small pieces of tender and juicy mutton, which he then pinched with his hand and brought to his lips.

Meat strips without any sauce on the inside naturally have little flavor.

However, even if it's not particularly delicious, the sight of raging fires all around adds a certain charm to the meal.

Xi Heng slowly filled his stomach and quietly watched his riders pile the corpses together.

Looking at the size of the pile of corpses, I estimated that there were probably over a thousand people... or maybe even fewer.

After all, the soldiers of Yanmeng Kingdom were all larger in stature than the rebels or bandits in the Great Zhao Kingdom.

After the bodies were arranged, Xi Heng clapped his hands, casually grabbed a broken gun barrel from the ground, tore off a flag from the nearby Yan Meng Kingdom, and wrapped the cloth strips around the end of the barrel.

They used this to stain the ground with blood and draw a magic circle on it.

Streaks resembling swaying tentacles surrounded the pile of corpses, forming a vase-like shape.

After drawing the magic circle, Xi Heng first used the Fire Surge technique to spread it on the pile of corpses, igniting a huge pillar of fire that stretched to the sky.

The cavalrymen under their command were already used to seeing the cremation or burning of enemy corpses, so when the flames covered the piles of corpses and they absorbed spiritual energy, they no longer felt terrified.

At most, they could only sense that the flames released by the princess were more efficient at burning than ordinary flames, turning the enemy into charred remains in just a few seconds.

After absorbing the spiritual energy, Xi Heng put the full spirit stones into his inventory, casually led over a tall horse, and then led his men away from the place.