Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Xi Heng smiled faintly:

"Of course, I'll accompany my junior sister."

After fighting so many battles on the northern frontier, she has finally returned to the capital and deserves a good rest.

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Chapter 114, Sentimental Yet Heartless

Within a day or two, news gradually spread throughout the inner city of the capital, in restaurants, teahouses, inns, theaters, and other places frequented by pedestrians, that the so-called Compassionate Holy Maiden of the Dark Heavenly Sect had arrived in the capital and would eliminate the treacherous and wicked traitors for the people on a certain night in the next few days.

In people's eyes, this claim was not without basis, because as soon as the news began to circulate, some people discovered that almost every official's residence in the capital had an arrow stuck in front of it, and that the arrows had a sticker with the Dark Heavenly Cult's snake pattern on them.

The text in these posts has also circulated over time: Those who obey the people live, those who defy the people perish.

The simple eight characters sparked a huge uproar among the public.

The inns and taverns everywhere discussed this matter extensively. Even if you didn't go inside to spend any money, just stopping briefly outside the shop would elicit a cacophony of conversations about it.

By the second day, there was no need for the thugs and henchmen downstairs to spread the news deliberately anymore; it had already begun to circulate spontaneously, and many exaggerated versions of the story were even circulating among people.

For example, it incorporates the doctrines of the Great Dark Heaven Sect, stating that the Compassionate Saintess is not an ordinary person, but a messenger from the Dark Heaven.

She herself has come to the capital and cast divine curses on many officials.

As the document stated, any high-ranking official in the court who was impaled on the porch by an arrow and continued to harm the people and commit heinous acts thereafter would face certain death.

These ideas quickly spread from the common people to the upper class.

Officials of all ranks outwardly ignored him, at most offering a sarcastic remark.

As high-ranking officials of the Great Zhao Dynasty, how could they be frightened by such rumors?

But deep down, they couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

The news was not unfounded; the arrows and the notices that resembled assassination plots were indeed planted in front of their house.

The so-called merciful saintess should have indeed arrived, but it is unknown when she will make her move.

Perhaps, as the people say, they have been given some kind of evil magic by the Dark Heavenly Sect, and if they continue to exploit the people, they will die.

In a short while, many officials who were not exactly honest became much more cautious in their behavior.

As for the truly treacherous and powerful ministers among them, they had a different attitude towards this...

However, no matter what, what Xi Heng is going to do next will not change.

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Hua Manlou.

She yawned as she got up from the slightly disheveled bed, casually ran her fingers through her messy hair, and tucked it behind her ears.

"Isn't your hair a little long?" She pinched her hair and rubbed it, noticing the slightly gray ends, then casually brushed it aside.

She glanced to the side and saw that Hongji had already gotten up, dressed, and was sitting in front of the dressing table getting ready.

Hearing Xi Heng mutter to himself, his junior sister tilted her head and glanced at him carefully: "No, it was just hanging down to his waist."

"It always feels so troublesome. Should I cut it a little shorter in the future?" When Xi Heng was playing on the bed, he would often accidentally press down on his hair, which would temporarily dampen his enthusiasm.

"Cut it shorter?" Yan Hongji stopped what she was doing, blinked, and didn't quite understand.

In her view, one's body and hair are given to one's parents, and both men and women should wear long hair. At most, one should trim one's appearance. If one's hair is short, it is like having an obvious scar on one's body. Generally, only people who have been tortured would cut their hair. Cutting it off without permission is an act of heresy.

However... her senior sister was always an independent and unconventional person.

She gently shook her head, and although she was unwilling, she did not directly object, but instead changed the subject:

"To be honest, I wanted to ask you this when we met the other day: why are there always white strands in your hair, Senior Sister? Could it be that you have too many worries in your heart, which has turned your hair white?"

Xi Heng tilted her head, feeling that there was nothing to worry about at all.

After all, when faced with a problem, I always think about how to solve it before I even start to worry.

Then, just do what you always do, following your straightforward nature.

As for these strands of white hair, they are simply a result of the loss of vital energy caused by cutting open one's palm to absorb blood when using the Blood Wave Sword.

"No, not at all." She picked up a strand of hair that looked like it had been highlighted and answered casually, "I think it looks pretty good."

“…It is very special,” the junior sister said softly.

In this era, it is perhaps quite unique... Xi Heng also felt that.

For some reason, she suddenly recalled the world before she traveled through time. In that era, this kind of hair color was not considered particularly special.

As he pondered this, he got up, dressed, and opened the window to look out at the world.

The streets were bustling with pedestrians, their long robes swaying in the breeze, and lanterns hanging down, swaying gently in the wind. Even though it was daytime, many lanterns were still lit.

As the carriages and horses slowly passed before the pavilions, acquaintances greeted each other with clasped hands and a bow, then chatted and laughed as they walked together.

Below, an artist plucks the strings of a musical instrument and sings poems in a clear, warbling voice, accompanied by the chirping of birds in the early morning, which is quite pleasant to the ear.

This strange world seemed to resemble the ancient times she remembered.

Perhaps in a hundred or several hundred years, it will develop to the same or similar degree as the modern world she once lived in?

That way, there will still be some novelty.

"However, I need to make sure I can live that long," Xi Heng murmured to himself.

"What did you say, Senior Sister?" The girl beside him hadn't quite heard and tilted her head to ask.

"nothing."

……

into the night.

Xi Heng was stretching his arms, loosening his muscles and bones.

She spent most of the last three days playing in bed or by the bedside, which made her body remember only some strange positions.

Before we take action tonight, we need to recover our physical condition first.

"Hey."

As she finished her yoga pose with her legs raised, the girl let out a soft breath and reached out to put on the layered outfit hanging to the side.

He hung the sword back at his waist, and with another, simpler-looking flying sword, he used spirit stones to draw several blood and fire patterns on the back of his hand and arm while chanting incantations...

Once everything was ready, Xi Heng left the room and went to the spacious balcony.

As soon as the wooden door leading directly to the outside opened, the night wind whipped her disheveled long black and white hair.

Xi Heng picked up a bright red hair tie and tied it into a simple high ponytail.

Strands of her hair swayed gently in the wind as she stepped onto the thick wooden railing of the balcony.

Then, following its momentum and falling force, it tilted downwards from the top of the building, which was several meters high.

"There are quite a few people to kill tonight..."

She hadn't been spending all her time in the arms of her junior sister these past few days. While her junior sister was busy managing the family business, she had also taken the time to secretly visit the palace and ask Zhao Chuxiao for information about the officials.

Chu Xiao was, after all, the emperor, and he had a detailed understanding of the power and influence of his officials.

Information about the martial artists who might exist in each official's residence is basically recorded.

Xi Heng casually glanced at the information about Dark Force or Dark Force Mastery, then his gaze fell on the information about Transformation Force.

The intelligence report not only included the name of the Black Blade Master, but also information on several other martial arts masters who had some connection with the officials she wanted to kill.

Whether it was a rumor or a fact, it was all recorded in its entirety.

For example, the treacherous old minister named Cai Yuan had a son named Cai Jun, who was known as a martial arts prodigy.

This person has been missing for a long time, but he had already achieved the highest level of internal strength more than ten years ago and was a martial arts champion. If he is still alive, he should have already reached the level of external strength.

Xi Heng, however, believed that this person should already be dead.

If the other party were still alive, she wouldn't have needed to wait for the Black Blade Master to assassinate her in her previous life.

As for the other one or two martial arts masters who were related to officials in the imperial court, these were just unsubstantiated folk tales and there was no need to pay them any attention.

Even if there is, it doesn't matter. Xi Heng has been fighting on the northern frontier battlefield for so long, and he already understands that he is also a strong person among the Transformation Realm martial artists.

With the addition of spirit stones, magic, and flying swords, she was confident that she could defeat even two cultivators at the Transformation Realm at the same time; at most, she would just have difficulty chasing them down and killing them.

In addition to gathering intelligence on her target, she went to the Qin Yunxuan shop in the capital to buy another copy of the intelligence on all the high-ranking officials from the assassin organization "Blood Child". She also invited four Blood Child assassins to go with her to assassinate the corrupt officials who were taking advantage of the chaos to escape.

Unfortunately, even with such meticulous skill, and despite being a fellow practitioner of the Bloodline Sword, Xue Zi didn't give her any leeway.

Xi Heng was unwilling to pay several thousand taels of silver to hire him, so he finally demonstrated a Blood Wave Sword Technique, claiming that this was how he achieved the Transformation Realm, and promised to teach these sword techniques after the job was done, thus finally waiving the fee.

……

Xi Heng descended from the high platform, his footsteps landing silently as he walked slowly forward.

Along the way, we passed a clothing and decoration shop with a style reminiscent of the Qin and Xie alleyways.

Even though winter is approaching, they don't sell cotton-padded or thick clothes here. Instead, they display many alluring garments with various beautiful decorations, much like those worn by Orchid ladies. However, the main fabric is scarce, making it difficult to cover the whole body.

The first thing she saw when she entered the store was a lot of dresses with slits that reached the waist. She subconsciously thought about what her junior sister Hongji would look like wearing such clothes.

“I have important business to attend to…” Shaking his head, Xi Heng walked to a counter displaying various decorations and veils and masks.

Since most of the people who come to Qin Xie Lane are children of high-ranking officials and wealthy merchants in the capital, and many of them see each other all the time, these veils and masks can come in handy when they do not want to be recognized.

Since they were all sold to the children of wealthy families, they were all made to be quite exquisite and beautiful.

Xi Heng selected a white half-face mask with red patterns, easily tossed a few taels of silver onto the counter, and left.

With a mask covering his eyes, he used his light-footed skills to step onto the rooftop.

Transforming into the shadows of swallows in the night, they traveled to the area where officials of the court resided.

By studying the map and intelligence, she had already decided which one to kill first and which one to kill later, and she had also decided whether to kill only one person or slaughter their entire clan.

The latter was ultimately chosen—this would also make it easier for the Imperial Guards to plunder money and valuables without being hindered or intercepted by the families of treacherous officials who used their remaining power and connections.

Her main purpose for this trip today is to secure funds and supplies. Only with funds and supplies can she continue to maintain the military operations on all sides and protect the border cities and the people.

To extract these national treasures from these powerful families, reasoning alone won't suffice.

These powerful families, who maintain their wealth by exploiting the people and embezzling state funds, will not be moved to tears by a few words and voluntarily give away the wealth they have amassed over decades to the country.

It would be possible to achieve this only through a bloody and violent struggle.

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Before long, Xi Heng arrived at the door of his first target.

This is the residence of Li Yuan, the weakest of the six treacherous officials, who served as an advisor.

This courtyard was not the residence of the Li family, but even so, its size was much larger than that of ordinary inner-city families. The entrance hall was spacious, and one could faintly hear voices inside.

Two burly guards stood at the gate. They had just turned their heads when they heard the soft sound when a blood-stained sword aura easily pierced their skulls. Before they could react, they were already dead and lying on the ground.

Xi Heng gradually emerged from the shadows, and at the same time, several graceful women dressed in black and red clothes and wearing veils appeared vaguely beside him.

These are four members of the Blood Child organization based in the capital, all of whom possess the strength of Dark Force.

While this is not enough to help Xi Heng face off against a powerful expert, it is still reassuring to have him rush in and kill those who are fleeing in panic.

"Were you waiting for me all along?"

This organization is quite dedicated.

"It's already past midnight, you're late." A soft, ghostly voice drifted into my ear.

"You should at least dress up a bit," Xi Heng said, using his lateness as an excuse.

"Since we're a few minutes late, we should hurry up and kill the first one."

"Oh, right, remember that the weak servants who usually wear rough clothes can be released. The ones to be killed are the members of the local families. You should be able to tell by their temperament."

"Also, if you suddenly have a change of heart—I don't know if you assassins still have this, but you can release it if necessary."

Xi Heng said this because he himself was not a heartless person. If he saw that someone was not willing to kill, he would let them go according to his nature.

After all, her goal today was not to wipe out the entire family and exterminate nine generations, but to create certain conditions for the subsequent confiscation and looting, so it was not necessary to kill everyone.

Upon hearing this, the four Blood Sons remained silent, turning to face the clan's territory before them, and silently drew their swords.