Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Xi Heng felt that this speed was not fast enough, so he took out a spirit stone, chanted an incantation, and casually drew a fire surge technique that used two points of spiritual energy, which he then sprayed towards the top of the pile of corpses.

The flames ignited by spiritual magic last longer and spread much faster than ordinary flames.

The charred flesh of the corpse, mixed with the pungent smell of burnt meat and tar, was almost suffocating.

White smoke gathered into a misty haze, making it almost impossible to see the pile of corpses.

The intense heat followed, and the surrounding crowd quickly stepped back, avoiding looking directly at the flames for fear that the rushing heat and dryness would damage their eyes.

The pungent odor caused constant coughing in the surrounding area.

Only Xi Heng remained, quietly gazing at the mountain of corpses and the blazing flames that seemed to burn the sky.

Flame is truly a wondrous thing; it seems that anything placed in a raging fire will turn into a charred black mass and drifting mist.

The raging fire represents destruction... but the light that represents the beginning of all things also arises from it.

The black and white smoke from the burning building intertwined and drifted towards the horizon, as if a road to heaven had been laid out there.

Xi Heng pondered these trivial matters for a while, then slowly formed his fingers and began reciting the incantation recorded in the Blood Sea Great Art in a slightly distorted tone:

"May your spirit rise and gather, for deep resentment and bloodlust will forever remain..."

As the sound continues, the fingering changes.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the bloodstains on the ground, obscured by the firelight and barely visible, climbed up the flames and touched the corpses that were gradually being burned to charcoal.

Large, tentacle-like streaks of blood extended upwards, enveloping the pile of corpses.

Immediately, the countless layers of corpses and flesh began to shrink at a rate even faster than that caused by the flames.

First, the outer layer of the corpse was just skin and bones, and then it gradually spread inwards.

The entire pile of corpses gradually shrank and became smaller, as if it had turned into wisps of green smoke and drifted into the sky.

Below, ten blood spirit stones were placed in the center of the formation, and as the blood patterns of the formation fluctuated, they shimmered like stars in the sky.

Before long, the entire pile of corpses became increasingly loose.

What was originally a neatly piled-up, tightly packed mass of flesh and blood has transformed into something resembling the intersecting trunks of a tree in a dense thicket, with numerous gaps appearing in the middle.

The height was also reduced by half—making incineration even more convenient.

The flames filled the gaps, and what was originally a slow fire burning from the outside in now seemed to have engulfed all the corpses in the entire pile of stones.

Xi Heng approached and picked up the ten spirit stones he had put down.

It is only filled with nine.

"I thought that with a soldier's physique, he could accumulate more." She put away the spirit stone and muttered to herself, "Perhaps it's because too much blood was lost during the war that a lot of spiritual energy was lost out of thin air."

Before their eyes, the pile of corpses collapsed one after another like a wooden pavilion, creating several loud crashes.

The charred and brittle bones and flesh turned into charcoal and fragments, with dry bones covering the ground.

The crimson eyes turned away. Since the spiritual energy had been completely drained, there was no need to stay in this smoky and polluted place any longer.

Xi Heng turned around and gave the order:

"Let's form a neat formation and return to Qiming City with our fallen soldiers."

The Zhao army also suffered many casualties in this battle, most of them falling during the first wave of enemy cavalry charges, and some being killed by enemy generals.

Although the result was still a victory, it still filled half of the trailers.

The atmosphere was somber as the service soldiers returned amidst the large number of corpses.

After walking slowly and silently for a long time, I finally arrived at the open Qiming City.

Smoke had already risen from the fire, and each department was preparing for today's celebratory banquet.

Upon hearing of the victory, the city's residents also left their homes and celebrated with the soldiers.

The lively atmosphere immediately quieted down when she brought in truckloads of corpses.

However, Xi Heng didn't care about the corpses. People would always die in war, as long as she herself was alright.

The orderly went to the cemetery to hand over the matters, and Xi Heng handed over the remaining troublesome tasks to the deputy general who led the orderly, and then relinquished his duties.

Instead of returning to her residence to rest, she went straight to the general's mansion, to General He's office, and pulled out her Imperial Guard General's badge from her waist, slamming it on the table to alert him.

"Does Your Highness have any matters to discuss?" the old general asked, letting out a breath.

As one of the three great generals of the north, few dared to meet him with such an attitude.

But Xi Heng is the princess of the Great Zhao Dynasty, and she made great contributions in the battle just now, so she is fully qualified.

"Give me five hundred elite soldiers," Xi Heng said directly, full of confidence.

If it weren't for her, that battle would never have been won so easily.

Even if reinforcements arrive from the surrounding areas and make a show of force, the enemy will surely persevere and continue fighting.

With the two armies locked in such a stalemate, both sides will inevitably suffer heavy casualties. Even if one side manages to win due to its numerical advantage, the final casualties will likely be unacceptable.

Yan Meng's army was incredibly resilient, and it would take a tremendous amount of effort and resources to defeat them.

Xi Heng single-handedly plunged deep into enemy territory, creating conditions for friendly forces outside to gain an advantage. Even if this merit is hard to estimate, it would probably require the current emperor to personally bestow upon him a golden saddle and a golden belt.

However, she didn't ask for much; she just wanted the general to keep his promise.

"..." Governor He remained silent for a moment, it was unknown what he was thinking on the way.

A few seconds later, he nodded steadily and said:

"Tomorrow afternoon, I will arrange for elite troops and generals to be incorporated into the Princess's command, mainly the dozens of vanguard cavalrymen you rescued when you came to Qiming City."

"Okay." Having achieved his goal, Xi Heng picked up the waist token and left.

He Yuanze, the military governor of Hejian in northern Xinjiang, looked at the place where she had left, his gaze hesitant for a moment.

After walking more than ten meters, he finally let out a sigh.

"For fifteen years I have lived far from the capital, in the north, refusing to concern myself with politics, only hoping for a peaceful life... but now I have still been drawn into this."

His gaze was complicated. He put down the paper and pen in his hand, no longer looking at the desk on the table, but slowly walked to the large table in the center of the room, which was covered with a map.

Rough fingers landed on the map, first touching the battlefield in the northern frontier, and then, as the gaze slowly moved downwards, the index finger pointed to the capital city.

"But the court is full of treacherous officials who frame loyal ministers, cause uprisings on all sides, and disrupt the people's livelihood. It seems that the country is about to perish... Recently, I have consulted several divinations, and they are a sign of breaking down the old and establishing the new, and of a golden carp transforming into a dragon."

“Perhaps it is indeed time to get involved.” He stared intently at the map and whispered, “Zhao Wanli, I’ll play along with you one last time.”

……

The next day.

Xi Heng had a simple meal at the victory celebration banquet last night. After returning, he washed off the bloodstains, changed back into his previous light and practical clothes, and then went to the general's mansion to collect his military supplies after lunch.

The bloodstains on the tight-fitting clothes were hard to wash off, and the red spots looked like embroidered plum blossoms on the surface of the clothes.

Humming a song as she stepped into the general's residence, before even reaching the general's office, she heard a slightly less weathered middle-aged general address her respectfully as "Your Highness, Princess."

Xi Heng turned his gaze and saw that the deputy general's bowing and saluting posture was neat and proper, as if he came from a prominent family.

"Your Highness, the elite troops prepared for you are already in the mansion. Please follow me."

"The arrangements were made quite quickly, not bad." The girl followed the other person through the corridors around the mansion and into the training ground in the backyard.

Looking up, one could see hundreds of lightly armored cavalrymen, each leading their warhorses, lined up in neat and orderly ranks.

A quick glance at the rows of people revealed exactly five hundred.

A fully armored lieutenant stepped forward and respectfully said, "Your Highness, the Imperial Guards of 500 are ready and await orders!"

This man was the cavalry vanguard captain she met when she arrived in the northern frontier, and now he was truly her subordinate.

Xi Heng nodded, his gaze sweeping over each of his soldiers. He could tell from their postures and stances that they were all at the level of Ming Jin (a type of internal strength).

Only a dozen or so have achieved the Great Perfection of Ming Jin, and one deputy general has just entered the Dark Jin realm.

According to the power distribution of the military forces in the interior of the Great Zhao, if a Ming Jin master can be considered a centurion, then the current troops can indeed be considered elite.

Most of them carried guns and knives at their waists, and half of the soldiers carried bows and arrows, and were divided into several types of soldiers.

The deputy commander of this cavalry unit was the former vanguard leader, and he was very experienced on the battlefield.

Xi Heng was fairly satisfied. After greeting his soldiers and introducing himself, he asked his deputy to explain the functions of each unit and inquire about the precautions to take when leading troops.

After learning about it, she asked the middle-aged general who had brought her there:

"What is General He's next strategic direction? Are there any missions?"

The other party said, "Now that the siege of Qiming has been lifted, the general will naturally need to reinforce the other two cities. We are currently formulating a plan to relieve Kezhou, which is closer to the city."

"Tell Governor He that I request permission to leave the city in the next two days to harass and launch surprise attacks on the enemy forces near Kezhou," Xi Heng said directly, then turned to face his soldiers.

"Everyone, return to your camps and rest well for a day. Prepare supplies for your journey. The military headquarters will assemble tomorrow at 7:00 AM."

Yes, I obey.

Xi Heng dealt with the situation and clapped his hands, saying, "Let's call it a day."

After taking over the military headquarters in just over ten minutes, she left the general's mansion and returned to her residence to rest.

The killing intent from yesterday's battle still lingered in her heart and had not subsided; she wanted to stay a little longer in her peaceful daily life.

Whenever Xi Heng sits under the mulberry tree in the courtyard of his residence, drinking tea and listening to the rustling of the leaves in the breeze, he always thinks back to the days when he and his senior sister often sat under the tree in the Red Thread Sword Academy, drinking afternoon tea together.

They used to sit by the stone table under the mulberry tree, watching the junior sisters wielding their swords in the training ground not far away.

Those days were quite pleasant and carefree.

My senior sister often jokes around, and her attitude is natural and carefree.

She was quite different from her senior sister, who often showed a tender side after being with Xi Heng.

She had places she liked in both periods...

"Where is my senior sister now? Has she found the path to mastery she desires?" Xi Heng muttered to himself.

"And how are the junior sisters in the Sword Academy doing?"

"Speaking of which, it seems that Junior Sister Yan Hongji, who is currently in the capital, once said that she would wait for me?"

"If you go to the capital later, why don't you take the opportunity to visit her?"

However, Xi Heng always felt that his journey to the capital in this life was likely to be as a rebel king who infiltrated the capital.

There will definitely be chaos then, and my junior sister might have already known about it and escaped.

"Perhaps it doesn't have to be so extreme..."

Soft, smooth lips touched the warm tea, while a gentle breeze blew through her loose hair.

A mulberry leaf fell, which she caught between her two fingers and gently flicked away.

……

The next day, Xi Heng received permission to go into battle and obtained another military token from Governor He.

She carried military orders and led her troops away from Qiming City.

Several enemy camps had already been marked on the top of the map, and Xi Heng marked them on his own map.

The patrolmen have already located the enemy camps of all sizes around Kezhou City, and she plans to destroy them one by one.

After determining the direction, Xi Heng led five hundred elite soldiers forward.

Outside the city were vast hills, and there were many woodlands to cross along the way, which would slow down the group's pace from time to time.

Even with her cavalry, it took her a full seven days to reach the vicinity of Kezhou.

Xi Heng first sent scouts to investigate the nearest camp and began discussing plans for a surprise attack with his deputy.

Having just finalized all the details, they were waiting for the right moment to launch a surprise attack.

The scouts who went to investigate returned with unexpected information—there were hardly any Yanmeng soldiers left in that camp; at most, only some logistics soldiers were coming and going.

The whereabouts of the main force stationed there are unknown.

As Xi Heng led his troops closer, they found that, just as the scouts had said, the military headquarters had already left the camp.

She was planning to lead her troops to capture this poorly defended camp and interrogate the enemy soldiers inside.

The next moment, they heard a series of loud explosions coming from the city wall a kilometer away.

Yan Mengjun is already besieging the city.