Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

After thinking about all this, Xi Heng reluctantly put down his trembling fingers and placed his chopsticks on the bowl of meat soup.

"Come to think of it, after taking care of me for so long, I haven't even asked your name yet." She shifted her gaze from the meat to the female general in front of her.

"My name is Hong Qingyou," the other party said, bowing with clasped hands in a gesture of respect, as if performing the salute of a military general.

"As expected, they also have the surname Hong." Xi Heng followed up by asking, "Do all the closed-door disciples of your Bloodline Sword Sect change their surnames?"

"Your Highness knows that I am a member of the Sword Sect?" The female general was clearly puzzled. She had not mentioned this matter for ten years, and few people in the army knew about it.

"Hmm," Xi Heng replied calmly.

"That's not entirely true. Most of us members of the Sword Sect are orphans displaced by war, many of whom don't even know what their birth parents look like or their own surnames. They only received the 'Red' designation after joining the Sword Sect… I am one of them," Hong Qingyou explained.

"Those senior and junior sisters who already had names before coming to the Sword Sect can choose whether or not to change their surnames."

"I see, that's why my aunt wasn't named Hong Qianqiu." Xi Heng nodded.

The female warrior hesitated for a moment, then asked:

"I have a question: how did Your Highness learn the Bloodline Sword Technique?"

"It was just a coincidence." Xi Heng didn't want to talk too much about himself.

Now, she'd rather hear other people's stories.

But before that...

Xi Heng struggled to move, tucking his weak body into the bed and bedding.

Leaning against the headboard, he said, "I'm really too weak right now, could you please feed me?"

"..." The female general hesitated for a moment, reached out her hand and then withdrew it, as if she had never done this kind of care before.

But seeing that Xi Heng really needed to do this, he tried to pick up the small bowl, break the cake into small pieces and put them into the meat soup. He then scooped them up with a spoon along with the meat in the soup, blew on them lightly, and brought them to the other person's lips.

As a martial artist, Hong Qingyou was meticulous in this regard.

Despite being fed with such care, nothing went wrong.

Xi Heng swallowed in small sips, and asked, guessing, as he went:

"General, you must have joined the army at the same time as my Aunt Qianqiu, right?"

“...That’s right.” The other person said after a moment of silence.

"Although she is my aunt, I have rarely heard of her deeds, yet I am often told by others that she is similar to me. So I want to know, what kind of person is Zhao Qianqiu?"

Then, Xi Heng heard the other party slowly tell the story about Zhao Qianqiu.

The other party didn't know much either, only that Zhao Qianqiu was a true genius who was rare in the Bloodline Sword Sect and was also the senior sister of her generation.

During the Hailu Rebellion, Zhao Qianqiu was captured by rebels and taken out of the capital palace during an outing. However, he managed to escape by his own wit and by chance encountered an elder of the Bloodline Sword Sect on the mountain.

Seeing that she was quite talented and intelligent, the elder took her back to the sword sect under the guise of protection and taught her martial arts.

Zhao Qianqiu lived up to expectations, displaying astonishing talent in just one month after being admitted to the hospital.

She could grasp all the sword techniques and moves of the sword sect instantly, just by listening to them.

She mastered martial arts in just half a month and became the senior sister revered by all the newcomers of that generation.

The Northern Army general in front of her, named Hong Qingyou, was one of her junior sisters.

He entered the realm of internal strength in half a month, achieved the level of external strength in a month, and then spent another six months to achieve the mastery of the level of external strength. After that, he was sent out by the Bloodline Sword Sect to carry out acts of slaughter in the then chaotic land of Hailu.

As a master of Ming Jin, she was already at the pinnacle of mortal martial arts, so she could easily achieve this.

Later, during an outing, he encountered a martial artist with hidden strength attacking him, but he broke through his own limits in the heat of battle and killed him, thus also achieving the level of hidden strength himself...

……

Inside the General's Mansion, as Hong Qingyou fed Zhao Qianqiu, she slowly recounted her perspective on him.

But as Xi Heng listened, he felt more and more that these plot points were quite classic, and halfway through, he could easily guess what the other person would say next.

As a result, I gradually lost much of my interest.

After the female warrior helped her finish the meal, she also recounted the events that led to the end of the Hailu Rebellion:

The ultimate result of the Hailu Rebellion was the annihilation of the rebels, but along the way, it created the powerful martial arts force of Donghuangmei Mountain.

Afterwards, Donghuangmei Mountain repaid kindness with enmity towards the Bloodline Sword Sect, secretly gathering martial arts sects from all over the world, claiming that the Bloodline Sword Sect was a demonic sect and that its martial arts required a lot of killing to achieve, and calling the Bloodline Sword cultivators witches and demonesses, and leading a large number of sects to attack.

The sword sect was weak, and the elders and sect leader risked their lives to hold off many powerful enemies for their disciples, thus buying them enough time to escape.

Almost all the internal energy martial artists were wiped out in that battle, leaving only Senior Sister Zhao Qianqiu and a few others who still possessed internal energy...

"Oh." Xi Heng was getting sleepy.

Perhaps because what Hong Qingyou said was only her own side of the story, and her description of Zhao Qianqiu was quite one-sided, it was somewhat uninteresting.

She waved her hand to stop the other person, finished her meal, and then crawled into bed and closed her eyes to rest.

……

The next morning, the elite cavalry that had pursued the enemy returned to Yan'an. It is said that they chased the enemy for dozens of miles and defeated the enemy's main force before returning.

With the main force of the army routed, it is extremely difficult for the enemy general to regroup his troops. He will inevitably have to expend a great deal of effort but will still find it difficult to recover even a small fraction of the lost forces.

Thus, Yan Meng's main force no longer posed any threat to the Great Zhao.

The enemy's final fighting force probably consists only of the rear army that is still in the northern frontier, gathering a large army, unaware that the front-line army has collapsed.

But for the hundreds of thousands of soldiers of the Zhao state, it was nothing special.

The tide had clearly turned in favor of the Great Zhao—especially in Xi Heng's eyes.

Three days later.

The girl sat in an open carriage, slowly heading out of the city.

Out of consideration for her health, the carriage traveled slowly and without much turbulence.

The car drove smoothly through the city streets, left the city gate, and arrived at its destination.

Along the way, she saw that even though the great battle had ended three days ago, there were still not many civilians in the streets of Yan'an City.

Instead, there was blood, small pieces of flesh and remains, and torn clothes everywhere that had not been cleaned up.

The walls also bear many marks of weapons slashing and burning.

Xi Heng hadn't noticed these things before, but now that he came to his senses, he subconsciously thought of the unimaginable persecution suffered by the many civilians in Yan'an City during the time when the city was seized by the foreign bandits Yan Meng.

The rise and fall of dynasties... it is these ordinary people who suffer the most, even though they have nothing to do with the great struggles of the world.

Xi Heng thought for a moment and realized that the only thing he could do for these people was to help them take revenge.

The carriage stopped.

Outside the city, the chilly winds of late autumn were everywhere.

The wind carried a familiar scent of blood, giving Xi Heng a feeling of returning to the battlefield.

She regained some strength and, no longer needing assistance, fell off the carriage on her own.

At the front, numerous service soldiers were carrying the corpses of enemy soldiers, piling them into a huge pyramid shape.

The towers of corpses were built high, and because of their sheer number, their shape even appeared uniform.

Before, Xi Heng had only piled up the corpses of a few thousand people, which was at most the size of a slightly larger mansion.

Now, there are clearly more than a few thousand corpses in front of us; their height alone is twice that of the mountain of corpses that was piled up before.

And the number has increased many times over.

So much so that just looking at the pile of corpses, one can feel the awe-inspiring atmosphere and intense malevolence—it's as if hell has unfolded into reality.

The grotesque features of each corpse, and their pale or grayish-black skin, are all clearly visible.

Among them, the heads, some still attached to the neck and others piled up individually on the mountain of corpses, were mostly grotesque and died with their eyes wide open in disbelief.

Its unfocused eyes stared intently in all directions, some dim pupils still reflecting a faint starlight, as if the entire mountain of corpses were a living thing, and the places gazed upon by the eyes of countless heads were all within its field of vision.

It's like a finger reaching out from hell, a tiny touch.

The projection of hell manifests in reality as this mountain of corpses.

Xi Heng looked around.

Many of the regular soldiers no longer move the large number of corpses inside and outside the city; instead, they mostly add grass and firewood around them.

Before the blood had even congealed, skilled artists in the army, following Xi Heng's instructions, used fresh blood as dye to create a strangely shaped blood-patterned array on the flat ground outside the city.

Xi Heng naturally wanted to draw the magic array herself, just like before, but her body was too weak to draw the Spirit Absorption Array, let alone pick up a head.

After all, the head is still quite heavy...

Three days later, the blood-patterned magic array was ready, and firewood was already piled up around it.

everything's ready.

Xi Heng stepped forward and placed dozens of spirit stones at the final location where the blood-patterned magic array gathered and transported the spiritual light of flesh and blood.

Then, clapping hands, he read:

"Light it."

……

The raging fire was like a new sun rising on the earth, and the flesh and blood withered rapidly, shrinking into a thin skin close to the bones.

The mountain of corpses, which was originally pressed tightly by gravity, developed many gaps under the activation of the spirit-absorbing array.

The scene of a mountain of corpses before my eyes gradually transformed into a giant, burning cocoon, or a nest...

However, this did not lessen the horror; instead, it added to the eeriness.

The cold autumn winds pushed the eerie and bitter stench emanating from the burning mountain of corpses far away. Today, the wind direction was relatively good, preventing the strange, acrid smell from the burning from blowing into the city and causing people to vomit.

Apart from Xi Heng himself, almost everyone else lowered their heads and closed their eyes, no one daring to look at the terrifying scene before them.

It wasn't just because the intense heat would sting their eyes, but also because most people in the Great Zhao believed that the dead had spirits, and that the dead were the greatest, regardless of whether they were enemies or friends.

If you disrespect the dead, you will be haunted by vengeful spirits and will never have peace for the rest of your life.

Xi Heng had heard of it, but he didn't believe it at all.

She has killed so many people, yet none of them have become vengeful spirits to harass her.

Silently watching the raging fire, he calmly chanted an incantation while pinching his fingers to perform the Blood and Flesh Absorption Technique.

Between the writhing formation and the glowing light, the blood spirit stones scattered on the ground were gradually filled to the brim.

The grotesque mountain of corpses before them began to collapse one after another, its height decreasing rapidly.

Xi Heng bent down and put the dozens of spirit stones placed on the magic array back into his inventory one by one.

It took her a lot of effort, and it took her several minutes to finish.

"call……"

After a quick count, she realized that there were exactly twenty-seven spirit stones, much more than she had expected.

"Yan Meng's army suffered 27,000 casualties? Even if we include the dead from the battlefield at the port, it shouldn't be that many..."

"It's likely that some of the bodies of civilians were mixed in, or perhaps each person in Yan Meng's military unit could provide more spiritual energy than the average person."

After thinking for a moment, Xi Heng turned around and returned to the open carriage he had come in.

The female general also served as the coachman, urging the carriage to turn and return to the city.

……

Burn the enemy corpses outside the city; simply pile them up and set them on fire.

However, in the city, a whole set of sacrificial rituals were to be performed, which was much slower and more complicated.

Xi Heng did not need to personally perform the sacrifice; he only needed to step forward and say a few words of condolence as a general, and then someone would naturally light a fire to bury the dead.

Now, the entire area around the inner city square of Yan'an is covered with spirit-absorbing arrays. With just a chant, each corpse will turn into spiritual light when it is burned and be stored in the blood spirit stone.

As everything progressed slowly, the spirit stones gradually filled up, and Xi Heng collected them one by one.

The grand ceremony lasted for three days and was finally coming to an end.

Xi Heng also filled all one hundred Blood Spirit Stones.

Of this, less than half of the spiritual energy was supplied by Yan Mengjun and the soldiers of Da Zhao. The nearly 60,000 units of spiritual energy were condensed when the corpses of civilians in the city were burned.