Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

"Yes."

"The world is about to descend into chaos in recent years, so perhaps we should indeed improve our strength as soon as possible... How old are you?" the old man asked in a hoarse voice.

"You're eighteen by now, right?" Xi Heng wasn't sure; she didn't know her birthday.

"Hmm..." The old man slowly got up and walked to the clean wooden cabinet in the corner.

The wooden cabinet was pulled open by both hands, releasing a slight sandalwood scent. Inside were many clothes and miscellaneous items.

The old woman squatted down, reached to the bottom of the cabinet, pulled out a small drawer, and carried it back to Xi Heng's side.

"This is the Deadly Technique." She took out an old book from the drawer: "After mastering it, you can circulate your energy five times. If you do more than that, you won't even live past forty."

"Thank you, Master." Xi Heng accepted the gift with both hands and bowed deeply.

"Back when the Bloodline Sword Sect still existed, everyone in our sect practiced this book." The old woman looked at Xi Heng and asked, "How old do I look to you?"

Xi Heng blinked, but did not answer for a moment.

In her eyes, this hunchbacked cheap carpenter was at least seventy years old.

"I have only lived forty-five years." The other party coughed twice: "Now, my remaining lifespan can only support me for three more years at most."

"..."

“I’ve only used this deadly technique four times, and this is the result.” She looked at Xi Heng and said carefully, “Don’t practice it too much.”

"Yes." Xi Heng clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"You can go now..." she waved her hand.

Xi Heng's expression was complicated. Finally, he bowed and left in obedience.

On the way, she gently stroked the cover of the old book in her hand, her mind filled with the image of the elder's lost and dejected appearance.

Ordinary people are not like her, able to reload their save files after death and even retain their cultivation level.

Ordinary people have a limited lifespan, and they die when their lifespan ends... That's why they cherish these things so much, and they would feel extremely disappointed if they lost even the slightest bit of them.

Walking alone, Xi Heng gradually recalled the mad appearance of the Great Zhao Emperor before his death in his previous life, who was desperately seeking immortality but could not obtain it.

"All mortals eventually die."

As the sun set, Xi Heng walked to the flower bed, looked at the closed flowers around him, and said softly.

"And I, too, have a time limit for my mental age..."

She remembers that her mental age is over nine hundred years old. Although it seems like a lot, if she lives on for generations, it will eventually run out.

If I use it all up, will I die?

"Once it's all used up, it will gradually wither away like any other mortal in this world..." Xi Heng didn't want that to happen.

She now possesses the ability to transcend time, yet she is also limited by it.

This is truly contradictory and awkward. Since we have already crossed the threshold of time, we should not continue to succumb to the power of time.

This sense of dissonance displeased Xi Heng; she did not want to be trapped in time like everyone else.

To break free from these constraints, one needs to...

"To find the way to immortality." She muttered to herself, then smiled bitterly, "Is my wish no different from that tyrant's?"

“No, it’s not the same.” She shook her head.

“Tyrants are too mad to achieve anything, but I am different.”

"With the method of reincarnation, as long as there is a path to immortality in the world, I will definitely find it and embark on it."

……

Chapter Nineteen: Past Events and Present End

The sun sets and the moon rises; celestial phenomena change in rotation.

In the blink of an eye, another two and a half months have passed.

Within the Red Thread Sword Academy, Xi Heng's martial arts level remained at the second level of the Red Thread Sword Technique. He practiced swordsmanship diligently every day, but only learned a few more sword moves.

My Qi and blood only increased by 20% during these two months of cultivation.

To achieve mastery of Ming Jin (manifested strength) by coordinating the flow of Qi and blood throughout the body and utilizing internal strength, even with years of dedicated practice, it's impossible to know exactly how long it will take.

However, in the past two months, Xi Heng has mastered the Life-Taking Technique given by the elder, and understands where the so-called lifespan is located, how to draw it out, and which meridians it needs to flow through in order to cut it down and force it to transform into qi and blood and return to the dantian.

……

Incense burned in the training room, and Xi Heng sat cross-legged there, silently reciting the mental techniques of the Deadly Skill.

Focus your mind on your dantian and gather energy in your palms.

Open the Qihai and Mingmen acupoints, find traces of primordial energy from the meridians between these two acupoints, and slowly transport the primordial energy out, flowing through the meridians back to the Dantian.

After capturing the lifespan, the large amount of qi and blood stored in the dantian immediately locked it tightly, and then swarmed up to devour it thread by thread.

Like ants swarming around a small piece of sugar, they gradually devoured it.

As a result, the body's Qi and blood are greatly replenished and strengthened, showing significant improvement in a short period of time.

After completing one cycle of circulation, Xi Hengwen rested for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, waiting for the energy and spirit he had just consumed to gradually recover. Then he continued to open his dantian, releasing qi and blood, which circulated through his meridians for three more cycles.

After that, wisps of vital energy are transported out and returned to the dantian, where they are forced to be cut down under the constraints of qi and blood.

After repeating this twenty-four times, when the training was over, Xi Heng was so exhausted that he would faint if he closed his eyes and collapsed.

Xi Heng let out a long breath, covered his dantian with one hand, closed his eyes, and felt the surging qi and blood within.

Now that she had succeeded, the amount of qi and blood in her body had more than doubled compared to before.

Slowly opening my eyes to look into the distance, I found my vision had become blurry and hazy.

"This technique can also affect vision..." Xi Heng clicked his tongue.

Although the first time you practice your internal energy has a very small impact, it still has some effect.

Xi Heng supported himself on the ground, allowing his weak and stiff body to stand up. As he subconsciously combed his hair behind his ears, he noticed that there were already a few strands of white mixed in with the strands of hair.

She picked out a strand of slightly curly, dry, white hair and tried to pluck it out.

With just a slight tug, the strand of hair fell off on its own.

Xi Heng frowned and slowly returned to his residence, sitting down in front of the dressing table.

The face reflected in the bronze mirror was no different from before, but after looking at it for a long time, Xi Heng felt that his skin looked a little duller.

After all, it's inevitable that some changes will occur in the body after consuming vital energy.

"Once lifespan is gone, it can't be replenished. Let's reload the save file later and transform back into a more beautiful form." Xi Heng shook his head, put the bronze mirror aside, and then, with his weak body, lay down on the bed to fall asleep.

……

When I woke up, it was already another day.

After tidying herself up, she took a sword and went outside to practice.

In the empty training ground, dozens of people were practicing their moves in twos and threes.

Xi Heng roused himself and practiced a few basic sword moves. After warming up, he went to the sword-training stone and focused on practicing the blood and qi techniques of the Red Thread Sword.

Hold the sword firmly with your right foot, and move your body and mind forward.

With a single step, her body spun around like a dancer, and a flying sword flashing with red light swept across the sky, producing a sword cry, and broke through the front with a sharp momentum.

The sword whistled as it slashed out, sending dust and grime flying in all directions.

A red line flashed before the blade in an instant, and a deep, thin sword mark appeared on the surface of the boulder in the next instant.

Previously, this move, 'Cuckoo's Cry of Blood,' could only extend the extremely lethal red line to seven or eight centimeters at most. Now, after circulating the Life-Stealing Technique for a day, his blood and qi have doubled, and the red line on the sword blade has also extended to more than ten centimeters.

Xi Heng suddenly stepped forward and slashed forward with his wrist.

The burst of energy tore a gruesome gash in the boulder, nearly a meter long.

She couldn't cut such a long piece before—

When the sword was swung, the red line lasted for a slightly longer moment.

Immediately afterwards, Xi Heng unleashed five or six more attacks with the second level of the Red Thread Sword, still having some energy left in his body.

After using four more moves, the familiar feeling of fatigue finally appeared.

“Not bad…” Xi Heng exhaled and calmed himself down.

After using the deadly technique only once, her internal energy and blood increased exponentially, allowing her to practice the moves several more times each time.

If you continue to shorten your lifespan, your progress will become faster and faster.

Xi Heng stopped his sword to rest when he heard soft clapping from the side.

Looking around, she saw that Senior Sister Hongmiao had somehow appeared beside her to observe.

"You've learned the Deadly Technique?" Although he was clapping, his actual expression wasn't very gentle.

She also stopped smiling as she usually does.

"Hmm." Xi Heng hesitated for a moment, then nodded gently.

Hong Miao sighed, and after a rare moment of silence, said, "My master once said that the Deadly Technique is an evil art. The Bloodline Sword Sect's disaster back then was also related to this Deadly Technique... The elder's current state is also due to this evil art. You'd better not practice it too much."

"I'll try my best." Xi Heng felt a little comforted by his senior sister's advice.

However, she wouldn't stop there; this kind of martial arts technique, which sacrifices physical strength for skill, was perfect for her.

Seeing no remorse in Xi Heng's eyes, Hong Miao silently shook her head and retreated.

As soon as the senior sister turned around, another person walked towards Xi Heng beside her.

"Senior Sister..." the man said respectfully.

Hong Miao nodded casually and walked to the other side.

Yan Hongji brushed past him and approached Xi Heng, who was squatting and resting.

"Sister."

"Hmm, what is it?" Xi Heng composed himself and responded calmly.

However, she still wasn't quite used to being called "senior sister".

"In about ten days, the time will come."

"Time? Oh, the timeframe for our bet?"

“During this time, no matter how hard I try, I can only sense the Qi, but I don’t know what blood Qi is…” Yan Hongji’s tone was complicated, as if she was disappointed, helpless, and also seemed to be relieved.

“I haven’t made any progress in a month…” she pursed her lips and said, “And recently I received urgent news from home that something terrible has happened in the clan. As the eldest daughter, I should go back.”

Are you leaving already?

Xi Heng felt a little disappointed upon hearing this, after all, they had known each other for a long time.

"The family sent word that it needs to be done as soon as possible, so it needs to be done quickly." Yan Hongji hesitated for a long time before finally speaking her mind with a sigh: "Let's end my bet with my senior sister today."

Yes, I lost.

After she said those words, it was as if all the strength in her body had suddenly been released.

The bewilderment in the girl's eyes gradually faded, replaced by an indescribable sense of helplessness and relief.

"In the end, it didn't work out." She sighed again. "Months of effort wasted. It's extremely disappointing."

"...Can we practice for one more day?" Xi Heng asked after a moment of silence.

Yan Hongji shook her head:

"No need. Thank you for your guidance during this time, Senior Sister."

She retreated on her own, her gaze fixed on Xi Heng's face, as if trying to remember it in her heart.

"This farewell today may be our last. I hope we can meet again someday." She clasped her hands in a martial arts salute to Xi Heng, then turned around.

The moment the other person turned around, Xi Hengyu grabbed a red box and followed.

"Wait a minute."

"Senior Sister?" Yan Hongji's gaze had become empty.

"I hope you will take this medicine and practice for another day," Xi Heng said simply, calmly handing the red box to the other party.