Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

She could accept this price.

The girl gently parted her lips and let out a soft cry.

As soon as the faint sound, like the rustling of wind, faded, she took her sword and charged forward.

In an instant, the sky changed color.

A sliver of light shone through a gap in the dark clouds and fell upon Xi Heng, who was flying forward with his sword.

She transformed into a blood-red shadow, her energy surging before her, and even alone, she possessed an aura that subtly surpassed the combined power of the two sword-wielding warriors who had used their ultimate techniques.

Power surges, blood rushes, muscles pulsate, and internal organs resonate.

A large amount of vital energy was pressed onto the sharp blade.

The object pointed at by the blade has been sealed by the sword's intent.

The enemy will not be able to dodge this sword!

"Yueyin, end your life—!"

The sword blade thrust forward, piercing through the white barrier.

This sword strike no longer produced just a line of blood, but rather layers upon layers of white light, like the petals of a blooming flower.

Before her voice could even escape, her figure and sword blade landed in front of Yan Qingshi.

At that moment, Zhao Wanli had already dodged, and her sword struck the enemy's heart directly.

The first strike pierced the dark heart that had blocked the combined attack of the two, which was now wielded by sword and blade, and pierced a wound a meter deep.

With a loud bang, Yan Qingshi, regaining his senses, revealed a ferocious expression.

However, no matter how ferocious he looked, it was all meaningless.

"Prepare to die," Xi Heng said softly.

The primordial energy covering the sword exploded with immense power, and the life-severing sword, several times stronger, continued its attack. The meridians connected to the dark heart were severed by the unparalleled power, and the surrounding flesh and blood were also wiped out.

In the blink of an eye, a hideous blood hole appeared in the man's heart.

Through this bloody hole, about the size of an average person's head, the view behind is clearly visible.

Blood-soaked flying sword, the complete, jet-black heart was thrown into the distance.

Yan Qingshi's eyes widened, and he immediately activated his full-body energy to wrap his body again.

"My heart!" He turned around abruptly.

All that could be seen was that still-beating, pitch-black heart, along with a pool of dark red blood, lay sprawled on the ground dozens of meters away.

Instead of dealing with his formidable enemies, Yan Qingshi stumbled backward, taking advantage of the last bit of internal energy and strength he had left, trying to pick up his black heart.

But the power of the 'dragon' is stored in this heart.

With his heart severed and cast far away, he was at most just a severely injured martial artist at the Transformation Realm.

Without his heart, the cultivator was unable to fight against the other four cultivators at the Transformation Realm.

Although Xi Heng's sword strike gradually weakened after he used it to end his life, his entire body entered a state of decline.

The other three were also enough to defeat the enemy.

Seeing his allies press on, Xi Heng relaxed, letting his sword aura dissipate, and a feeling of weakness enveloped his meridians and muscles.

She had never felt the blade so heavy, and involuntarily dropped it to the ground.

After a few clattering sounds as it landed, all the muscles in my body relaxed, and I tried to take a step, but I could only barely walk steadily.

"Thank goodness... I didn't faint." Xi Heng nodded slowly, raised his trembling right hand, opened it, and clenched it.

After much fine-tuning and modification, the side effects of the Sword of Destruction were no longer considered too terrifying.

"It's just that I'll be weak for a while."

This body of his now reminded Xi Heng of his time working as a clerk at a pharmacy.

Back then, I was probably already this weak.

She slowly turned around and looked at Yan Qingshi, who was rushing to the side to seize the dark dragon heart.

Without the power of the dragon, he could only fight with his own moves, but now that he had lost his heart and was in great discomfort due to his greatly weakened body, he was not even holding a weapon.

In just a few moves, he was subdued by the three experts who came to attack him. The silver dragon spear pierced his waist and abdomen, driving him into the ground like a nail.

Yan Qingshi still possessed internal energy, so even if he lost his heart, he could still live for a while. He was still struggling at the moment.

Xi Heng slowly walked more than ten meters and approached the enemy's side.

"You lost." Her voice was hoarse, but her words left no room for argument.

Yan Qingshi revealed a ferocious expression: "I am the Son of Heaven, and you dare to obstruct my great cause! You will surely be punished by Heaven!"

"One more divine punishment from you won't make a difference," Xi Heng yawned.

She killed so many people; if there were such a thing as divine retribution, it would have come long ago.

It hasn't happened yet; perhaps the so-called divine retribution is still on vacation.

"I am a dragon, and I will surely become a dragon." The other continued to reach out, touching the jet-black heart beside him with all his might: "The flying dragon will soar through the sky, leading Yan Meng to sweep across the land, conquering countless nations, and creating an unparalleled imperial empire..."

“You’re not.” Xi Heng took a step forward and kicked the incredibly tough, dark heart away.

"Even Yan Meng cannot do this, for it will not be long before your country is destroyed by me."

Even though she was currently weak, she only pushed him away by half a meter.

But this only deepened the despair in Yan Qingshi's eyes, and in his despair, he roared in anger:

"I will be waiting for you in hell!"

"Then you can wait patiently." The girl smiled faintly.

She has died so many times, yet she has never seen hell.

"Kill him." Xi Heng turned around and casually gave the order.

I'm currently exhausted and have little interest in interrogating him about the Dragon Heart.

Even if asked, Yan Qingshi probably wouldn't tell.

"Yes, Your Highness." Zhao Wanli obeyed, drawing his spear and aiming it at the enemy's head.

Press it down hard—

Amidst the sounds of flesh and blood shattering, Xi Heng simply lowered her eyes and unconsciously reached out to gather a few strands of her hair that had somehow come loose.

But she discovered that her long hair had turned completely silver-white.

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Chapter 124, A Counterattack

Inside the General's Mansion in Yan'an City after the war.

This mansion has just been cleaned up.

The fur clothing, broken weapons and armor, and the corpses of the enemy soldiers were all thrown outside, and the various items in the room were rearranged.

At this moment, Xi Heng was being helped by a female military officer to the general's mansion, then into the commander's residence, where he sat down on the bed.

"How is the battle going?" After a pause, her first question was still related to the battlefield.

"After Yan Qingshi was beheaded by His Highness, General Zhao Wanli ran around shouting while clutching his head. The enemy troops collapsed at the sight of him and have now all withdrawn from Yan'an, having lost all will to fight," someone said.

"Governor He has already led his elite troops in pursuit. This battle will surely deplete a large amount of the enemy's fighting strength and give us the advantage."

The woman in charge of taking care of her was a military officer under Zhao Wanli. She was a master of internal strength and wore a red-scaled armor with a flowing cloak on her back. Her features were neat and her expression was resolute. She exuded the aura of a seasoned general and her movements and figure lacked the gentleness of a young lady. Instead, she possessed a heroic spirit.

Compared to Senior Sister Hongmiao's chivalrous spirit, this person's heroic spirit has a stronger sense of fortitude on the battlefield.

He looks more like a bodyguard than a caregiver.

Xi Heng was also familiar with this person. In a previous life, when they fought in Jinshi City, it was this person who taught her the Bloodline Sword Technique.

However, the other party is unaware of this at the moment.

In this life, as a Bloodline Sword Cultivator who has achieved the Transformation Realm, this female warrior should have the impression of her as a highly respected senior.

After all, like the Red Thread Sword Academy, the Bloodline Sword Sect does not distinguish seniority by age, but only by the level of martial arts.

"This battle can ultimately be considered a victory." Xi Heng nodded slowly upon hearing this.

"Your Highness has made great contributions," the female general replied.

Her tone and movements were clearly reserved during her first time interacting with the princess.

Xi Heng was already used to it; every time she reloaded her save file, other people's attitudes towards her would change.

"You soldiers have worked hard and made great contributions," the girl replied casually, then continued:

"Help me pass on the order that the service troops collect the corpses in the city within three days. The enemy's corpses should be transported to an open area outside the city and piled up, while the corpses of friendly troops and civilians in the city should be prepared for a memorial service in the city square."

"Yes," the other party agreed, hesitating for a moment before finally speaking:

"Your Highness is currently in poor health and should rest and recuperate. The war has now stabilized, so Your Highness can rest a little more assured."

The female warrior saw that although she looked young, she already had a full head of white hair. She recalled the senior and junior sisters she had seen in the Bloodline Sword Sect who used the Deadly Technique several times in order to advance quickly.

He couldn't help but speak up.

"I'm fine, go ahead, and get me something to eat while you're at it." Xi Heng waved his hand.

"Yes, sir." The female general respectfully stepped back, slowly opened the door, and left.

As the door creaked shut, she relaxed her entire body and leaned back.

flutter,

My body sank into the soft bedding, and when I looked up, all I saw was an unfamiliar ceiling.

Square panels painted with light blue floral patterns were steadily affixed to the ceiling of the room, creating an appearance full of intricate designs.

Like looking into a kaleidoscope, her eyes were mesmerizing.

It also seems to have a hypnotic effect, gradually inducing drowsiness.

Her exhausted muscles, under her special guidance, tried their best to relax, and she lay on the soft bedding, feeling as if she were about to melt away.

My mind relaxed, I closed my eyes, and my consciousness seemed to fly to a distant place.

Her breathing became even, whether she had entered a meditative state as she had intended, or simply drifted off to sleep due to complete relaxation.

In short, after what seemed like an indistinguishable amount of time—whether it was a dozen minutes or an hour—a knocking sound from the other side of the door woke her up.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

"Your Highness, the army only has meat soup, meat dishes, and fried dough cakes. I wonder if they will suit your taste?" The female general pushed open the door and brought out a food box.

"As long as it fills my stomach, that's fine." It's wartime, so Xi Heng doesn't care much about food.

You can't just go along with your feelings and say you want popcorn, can you?

There was no corn in the Great Zhao Kingdom at all—she harbored a slight resentment about this.

The lunchbox was opened, releasing a fragrant aroma of meat, and a skewer of cooked meat was evenly arranged on a plate on one side.

The food was placed next to the bedside table, and chopsticks were handed to him. Xi Heng took them and tried to grasp them, but he felt that his fingers could not hold them tightly, and there was a sense of looseness in them.

If you try to apply force, your soft, delicate fingers will tremble slightly.

Xi Heng tilted his head.

She seems to have suddenly reverted to the sickly girl she once was in the mountain village.

And—it was still the way it looked when it was seriously ill.

His face was slightly pale, and his whole body was limp.

If she were to unleash a full-force attack in her current state, she would likely collapse to the ground with a thud after swinging her sword.

It was just like back in the Kangcao Pavilion at the foot of Yaowang Mountain, when he only made the gesture of grabbing medicine in front of Yan Hongji before collapsing to the ground.

"This state will probably last for nearly ten days, until the internal injuries are gradually repaired by the neutralizing force, and then I will be back to normal," Xi Heng thought.

For now, she should avoid doing anything herself.

After all, he can't even hold chopsticks properly.