Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

The dark purple color of the Ganoderma lucidum and the veins and patterns on its surface then came into view.

"A purple Ganoderma?" The young apprentice was stunned, staring at the pattern for a long time. "So big?"

Xi Heng nodded, opened the sack, and the entire Ganoderma lucidum was revealed.

"Guest, please wait a moment." The young apprentice immediately became respectful, quickly leaving the counter and running to the back of the attic, his tone becoming much more flustered.

A short while later, a white-haired doctor holding a pair of glasses was helped into the hall by a young apprentice.

"Lingzhi?" The man looked at Xi Heng with his cloudy eyes.

"Yes, I picked it yesterday at dusk."

"Where did you find it, young lady?" the other person then asked.

"On the cliffs of Yaowang Mountain, beside the rotten wood at the foot of the precipice," Xi Heng thought, feeling there was no harm in speaking.

"Medicine King Mountain... does that place still have Ganoderma lucidum?" The man's voice was hoarse, and his eyes flickered as if he were recalling the past.

He was helped forward by the young apprentice to the counter, where he reached out to touch the Ganoderma lucidum in the basket.

He held the glasses in his left hand and raised them in front of his eyes, examining the outline of the Ganoderma lucidum inch by inch, nodding repeatedly.

"good."

However, upon seeing the dried cut at the base of the Ganoderma lucidum root, the man frowned and pointed, saying:

"This caused the medicinal potency to drop by more than 20%."

"Gathering with only one hand on a cliff face, this is already quite good." Xi Heng yawned, seemingly unconcerned.

"In short, whatever amount of silver you accept."

"..." The old man glanced at Xi Heng through his small round glasses, his gaze slightly unfriendly.

He remained silent for a long time, then lowered his head to carefully examine the entire purple Ganoderma lucidum. After half an incense stick's time, he slowly uttered a number:

"Forty taels."

Xi Heng narrowed his eyes: "Give me a more normal number."

She had worked as a bookkeeper in the pharmacy for almost two years, and although she had never handled such fine medicinal herbs before, she still had a general idea of ​​how much a whole Ganoderma lucidum was worth.

If the amount the other party mentions next is less than two hundred taels, you can leave with your basket.

“Forty taels per catty.” The old man stared at Xi Heng and shook his head, his disappointment undisguised: “If you had been more careful when you were picking herbs, the whole plant could have yielded a thousand taels, but now it’s only five hundred and seventy taels.”

The black lines on Xi Heng's face immediately disappeared. Showing no disappointment at the other person's words, he pushed the basket further into the counter and said:

"Here you go, take the money."

"You young lady, you're not fit for a refined manner." The old man glanced at Xi Heng again, sighed softly, and then waved his hand to the young apprentice beside him, saying, "Go upstairs and get the silver notes."

"Yes." The medicine boy came and went, handing Xi Heng a stack of mulberry bark paper silver notes.

Xi Heng flipped through it a few times and found five 100-tael and one 70-tael mulberry bark paper vouchers.

Just as he was about to leave, he put it into his sleeve pocket, but was stopped by the old man.

"When you're out and about, never flaunt your wealth." He concluded with a reminder: "The city may seem peaceful on the surface, but there are undercurrents beneath. Keep a low profile and don't let others keep an eye on you."

"Thanks for the reminder," Xi Heng said casually, then turned and left.

The young apprentice in the hall put away the purple lingzhi and said to the old doctor beside him:

"Master, shall we begin?"

"This person's demeanor and appearance are not those of an ordinary citizen. Judging from his physique, he also possesses martial arts skills. He may be from Donghuangmei Mountain. Do not be arrogant or cause trouble... Recently, one after another, martial artists from outside Jinshi City have entered the city. I'm afraid the city is about to be thrown into chaos."

"Yes."

……

Chapter Sixteen, The Vow of a Lifetime

At noon, Xi Heng arrived at the familiar gate of the Red Thread Sword Academy.

The courtyard was deserted, with only a few fallen leaves under the two maple trees, and the dust showed signs of having just been swept.

The plaque bearing the four characters "Red Thread Sword Academy" was slightly dusty, and the red paint on the facade had dried and faded.

Xi Heng approached and tapped the air with the back of his hand.

A moment later, the courtyard gate opened, and a senior female student who looked somewhat familiar gazed at Xi Heng's figure from the doorway.

"What brings you here?" The man asked Xi Heng with a mixture of wariness and unfamiliarity.

Xi Heng smiled bitterly to himself. It was quite a strange feeling that these once familiar people suddenly didn't recognize him.

"I wish to become your apprentice and learn your skills," she said, clasping her hands in a fist salute.

"Judging from your posture and physique, you don't seem to be someone who hasn't learned martial arts. It seems you've even reached the level of internal strength. Our Sword Academy doesn't accept martial artists who have reached the internal strength level." The other party first held out his palm towards Xi Heng, making a gesture of refusal.

Xi Heng shook his head: "I learned the Red Thread Sword, taught by one of my elders."

"An elder?" the other person asked, puzzled. "May I ask for your name?"

“Zhao Qianqiu, she is my aunt.” Xi Heng said the excuse he had prepared beforehand: “She taught me some sword techniques when I was young, and recently, while practicing, I accidentally mastered the art of channeling qi and blood into strength.”

The other person looked doubtful and confused. After noting down what Xi Heng said, he said, "Please wait a moment. I will go back to the courtyard to ask my senior sister."

"it is good."

The courtyard gate closed again, and Xi Heng leaned against the wall, watching the two maple trees rustling at the gate, his mind filled with mixed emotions.

I'll have to get to know the people in the Sword Academy all over again.

The inability to inherit things like affinity is probably a drawback of the save/load feature...

Looking at the sky, Xi Heng pondered for a long time.

squeak-

The faded red door opened, and Senior Sister Hong Miao, with the air of a wandering knight-errant, walked out with her hands behind her back, letting the breeze blow through her robes. She seemed quite interested.

She spotted Xi Heng leaning against the wall at a glance, and seeing him about to bow with his hands clasped in greeting, she interrupted him directly:

"Zhao Qianqiu?"

"..." Xi Heng took a deep breath, deciding not to argue with the person who mispronounced his name.

“My name is Xi Heng, and Zhao Qianqiu is my aunt.”

Hong Miao circled around Xi Heng without any sense of distance, looking him up and down, and nodded: "Have you come to become his disciple and learn martial arts?"

"Hmm." Xi Heng still wanted to become a peerless master of Ming Jin, An Jin, and even the martial arts world. With her talent, she couldn't train on her own outside. It would be better for her to stay at the Sword Academy.

"Did you bring any money?" The businesswoman, Hong Miao, smiled and rubbed her fingers together.

"..." Is Senior Sister really a greedy person?

Xi Heng really couldn't see through it.

"I brought it." She took out a one-hundred-tael silver note from her bosom.

"Just kidding." Hong Miao chuckled and waved her hand. "Since you've already reached the Jin level, you're a formal disciple once you enter the martial arts school, so you don't need to pay any more money."

"Huh?" Xi Heng was stunned for a moment.

Wouldn't all my hard work climbing mountains all day to pick Ganoderma lucidum be a waste of my energy?

“I have a good impression of you, but I can’t say for sure whether you will join the Sword Academy.” Hong Miao turned around and said, “Come with me to the academy. This matter should be decided by the elders.”

Xi Heng followed.

Walking along the familiar stone-paved road in the Sword Academy, passing through flowerbed paths, and then around a few houses, you arrive at the hut where the elders live.

The pale-haired, slightly hunched elder of the Red Thread Sword Academy was strolling leisurely outside the door, leaning on a crooked wooden cane.

“The person has been brought, Elder.” Hong Miao stepped forward.

The elder nodded slightly and looked over at Xi Heng.

She squinted and rubbed her eyes, but she still couldn't see very clearly, so she slowly walked to Xi Heng with her cane.

When he got within five meters, the elder stopped and stared at Xi Heng intently for a long time, a look of reminiscence lingering in his somewhat hazy eyes.

"Yes, that's right." She said softly in a hoarse voice, "She looks a lot like Senior Sister Zhao, in her features, face shape, and even her aura and temperament..."

The elder nodded slowly and asked Xi Heng:

"How is my senior sister now?"

Xi Heng shook his head, not saying anything more.

"Is that so?" But the other party had already imagined some stories and sighed softly: "Our Bloodline Sword Sect only had a few successors left back then... Now, I'm probably the only one left."

Her voice grew lower and lower: "Those who wield the sword of killing will ultimately not have a good ending."

"That's enough..." The elder gradually lost interest in speaking and stared at Xi Heng in silence for a while.

Silence enveloped the sword academy, and after a long while, a voice finally spoke: "Has Senior Sister accepted you as a disciple?"

Xi Heng shook his head, lying without blinking: "He only taught me a few moves when I was a child."

"Have you come here today to seek apprenticeship with sincerity?"

"Sincere and earnest".

"Then you shall become my disciple, shall you?" the other party said.

"Of course I do."

Xi Heng immediately agreed, but before he could even clasp his hands in a gesture of respect, Hong Miao frowned and whispered:

"If the elders personally accept and teach disciples, their bodies..."

"It's just a formality. As for teaching, you'll be the one to teach." The elder waved his hand: "Prepare the tea ceremony for the apprenticeship ceremony."

……

A moment later, in the main hall of the Red Thread Sword Academy.

The hall was simply furnished with a few tables, chairs, and cabinets. The walls and beams were covered with poems and pictures, most of which depicted sword techniques, and the poems were mostly related to the inner workings of the Red Thread Sword.

The elder sat in the grand chair in the center of the hall, straightening his perpetually hunched back, displaying an air of vigor and vitality despite his advanced age.

Senior Sister Hongmiao stood to one side, with several other senior sisters of higher martial arts skills beside her. Another girl stood to the side, holding a tray of tea.

"You know the Red Thread Sword Technique, so demonstrate your skills before becoming my disciple," the elder requested.

At the same time, a senior sister handed him a long sword.

Following the other party's instructions, Xi Heng drew his longsword and began to practice the Red Thread Sword Technique moves one by one.

The cold light of the sword flashed as it danced, its movements agile and graceful. Every move was as fluid as flowing water, the tip of the blade slicing through the air with a sharp sword cry. As the fleeting and fierce sword strikes finally landed, Xi Heng used all his strength to suddenly stop the longsword.

The longsword trembled slightly, its resounding clang echoing in my ears.

"Hmm... while your moves aren't quite masterful or refined yet, they already possess some of the sword intent of our Bloodline Sword." The other party nodded: "Have you killed anyone?"

Xi Heng nodded.

Why kill?

“Because he wanted to kill me, he killed me,” Xi Heng answered truthfully.

"A swordsman who has experienced true life-or-death trials possesses a unique charm in his sword," the elder said. "Your sword has a good charm; as long as you don't die young, you will surely achieve great things in the future."

Even if it dies young, it doesn't really matter, Xi Heng thought.

"Become his disciple." The elder gestured, and a girl beside him brought Xi Heng a tea tray.

The young girl picked up a cup, bowed to the elder, and offered him tea.

The white-haired elder took a sip of tea and exhaled: "From now on, you will be my personal disciple."

"Personal disciple?"

"Yes, from now on, you will be of the same generation as Hong Miao in the Sword Academy."

Upon hearing this, the other senior sisters besides the eldest sister also showed confusion and doubt in their eyes, but they did not ask immediately out of respect for the elder.

This person has only been here for a day, so there's no way he should be immediately appointed as a personal disciple; that's against the rules.

The elder clearly saw through everyone's pent-up thoughts, and after taking a sip of tea, he spoke naturally:

"After more than ten years, I have finally accepted another female disciple. You should all be happy."