Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

"Thank you, thank you. Don't hurt the courtyard wall while practicing your sword." Hong Miao yawned, gave a reminder, and then naturally walked to the other side, as if it were just a trivial matter to her.

Xi Heng watched the other person's retreating figure and shook his head slightly.

Having lived through two lifetimes and spent nearly a year together, she still couldn't understand her senior sister's temperament.

……

Cultivation knows no time limit; three days passed in a flash.

Xi Heng stepped forward with a feint, bent down and thrust downwards. As the sword tip moved, a faint crimson glint appeared.

She swung her sword upwards, shifted her feet to the side, and unleashed another sword thrust, the red thread appearing in the air with a sharp screech.

Xi Heng naturally sheathed his sword with his left hand, twirled it, and returned it to his waist, exhaling a breath.

"I finally succeeded in the fifth move of the third level after practicing for almost a whole day."

"To fully master it, you need to repeat it at least a hundred times... After that, you need to practice the connection between various moves and the coordination with your body movements until the moves become part of your body and are completely coordinated."

"It's really complicated," she muttered to herself. "At this rate, it will indeed take several years to achieve mastery of the Ming Jin skill."

"Take it slow. As long as nothing unexpected happens in this life, you should be able to succeed through hard work."

Xi Heng sheathed his sword and was about to rest aside until he was fully recovered before continuing his training.

Just then, a steady series of footsteps approached from afar outside the courtyard gate, as if a group of people had arrived at the gate of the Sword Academy.

Xi Heng's ears twitched slightly as he looked back.

Red Thread Sword Academy rarely receives visitors, let alone groups of them, so they must be the challengers that Senior Sister mentioned.

"Finally here." She calmed her breathing, went to the courtyard gate, and opened the somewhat faded mahogany door.

Several carriages were lined up in front of the Sword Academy gate, and many middle-aged men and women dressed in brocade robes, with clean and bright appearances and wearing crowns, stepped down from the carriages.

At the very front stood two or three young men dressed in blue martial arts attire, carrying long swords on their backs, each with a different appearance.

The person knocking on the door was one of them. He was thin, with sharp eyes and a hint of ruthlessness in his expression. At first glance, he did not look like a gentleman.

Seeing Xi Heng open the door, he suddenly clasped his hands together and slammed them down, speaking loudly:

"I am Yingmiansong, the second disciple of Qingsong Sword Academy! I have come to your esteemed academy to learn swordsmanship! Please open the gate!"

This person's tone was commanding, which was unpleasant.

Xi Heng did not respond immediately. His gaze swept past the man and fell on a middle-aged woman in brocade robes who was getting off the car behind him.

She recognized the man; he was one of the black-robed figures who had tried to capture her in her previous life.

She also remembered the other person's name and title: Zhang Luoyi, one of the sect leaders of Jinghong Sword in Jinshi City, and also a martial artist from Huangmei Mountain who opposed the imperial court.

Upon seeing this person, Xi Heng felt a sense of threat.

With this person involved, the current challenge to the dojo may be more than just a simple matter of challenging the dojo to learn swordsmanship.

However, Xi Heng himself couldn't guess what was going on, so he followed the steps to open the courtyard gate, asked the people in the courtyard to inform the senior sister, and welcomed everyone outside the gate into the courtyard.

After welcoming these outsiders into the living room, serving them tea, and exchanging pleasantries for a while, the eldest sister led nearly ten guests to the sword-fighting arena, which had been emptied out, together with Xi Heng.

"Our disciples in the Sword Academy rarely spar with outsiders. We urge the Green Pine Sword Academy to stop fighting as soon as a winner is decided when engaging in martial arts duels." Along the way, Senior Sister Hongmiao first showed a friendly demeanor.

“How can you show weakness before even fighting?” Zhang Luoyi encouraged from the crowd: “It is said that women are closer to the primordial spirit when practicing martial arts. Although it is more difficult for them to enter the state of internal strength than men who are naturally strong in qi and blood, once they enter the state of internal strength, their upper limit is higher and they are better able to understand the meaning of martial arts. They are not necessarily going to lose.”

"Senior, you flatter me. Our Red Thread Sword is just an ordinary sword technique, and it cannot compare with the Green Pine Sword of Jinshi City." Senior Sister Hongmiao was still being modest.

The other high-ranking officials from the various famous martial arts schools in Jinshi City who came to witness the competition were all very friendly, as if today was really just a boring martial arts exchange.

However, during the journey, an elderly man in white robes, one of the witnesses, suddenly began to speak of something unrelated to the martial arts competition:

"Speaking of which, it is said that your academy has a good relationship with the imperial court."

The man chuckled and said, "May I ask if the heroine could reveal how she managed to connect with the imperial court? In recent years, with war and chaos in various places, all of us martial arts schools, big and small, have been looking for a safe and secure path."

The others around chimed in, "Yes, if your institution has any connections, we would like to ask you, sir, to help us make the connection."

“The seniors are joking. There’s no special connection involved,” Hong Miao said simply. “It’s just a matter of honestly following the rules.”

“Ah.” The other person sighed softly, “In this world, who would dare to be unruly? Who knows, one day the imperial court might be in urgent need of money and send people to cause trouble at the school over some minor misunderstanding. If you’re not careful, old grievances will be brought up and you’ll be heavily criticized. In the end, it will take half a year’s worth of profits to settle the matter… It’s tough being in our martial arts school business.”

"Brother, you're absolutely right." Someone echoed with a sigh, "Take our Golden Sand Palm for example. A while ago, one of our disciples was dining at Yanxiang Restaurant when he was provoked by a spoiled brat from a powerful family and accidentally killed one of his followers. The authorities came knocking on our door, demanding we hand over the man. In the end, it took three or four hundred taels of silver to barely appease them. The man was taken away for several days and returned covered in bruises. What corrupt officials—"

"Hey! Don't call us that. Even though we're being ostracized by the government, they're doing just fine." Someone else chimed in sarcastically.

"Why can't we talk about it? If you ask me, it's really not unjust to call them corrupt officials. They're like mad dogs! If you're walking along the road and you've got a few pieces of meat to eat, and you don't cover yourself up, those dogs will sniff it out and come running over to howl at you. If you dare not share half with them, they might even bite you!"

“That’s right. Those corrupt officials eat our taxes and abuse our people. We martial artists suffer all kinds of oppression. Who wouldn’t be a little angry?” The deputy master of Qingsong Sword Hall also joined the conversation.

“These days, who in a martial arts school would dare to be dishonest and not follow the rules? But some people can benefit from following the rules, while others can only be oppressed and harmed.” His words seemed to have another meaning behind them.

"Yes, I'm sure the Red Thread Sword Academy won't be suspected by the government of being spies for the Yellow Eyebrow Mountain Army... while we are being treated like thieves, sigh." Zhang Luoyi added fuel to the fire from the side.

As Hongmiao listened, her brows furrowed even more.

"If you all have any advice for me, please feel free to speak frankly," she stopped and turned around to ask directly.

"What advice can we offer? Everyone is just sighing and lamenting," said the white-robed old man with a beard who had spoken first.

"In fact... we would like to offer some guidance from your institution."

Hong Miao snorted coldly, turned around, and didn't say anything more.

After arriving at the edge of the sword-fighting arena, the group finally began to discuss the main topic: the martial arts competition.

The simple competition began, and the deputy master of the Qingsong Sword Hall stepped forward to introduce the disciples who had come to seek instruction that day.

The one who was to fight Xi Heng with his sword was Ying Mian Song, who had banged on the door earlier and whose expression was not friendly.

"Tsk."

Xi Heng didn't really want to fight that guy. Just by looking at his face, he felt that he wasn't a good person and might use some dirty tricks.

If the opponent wants to win, let him win, but if he uses any underhanded tricks, Xi Heng is afraid that he might not be able to resist using his own deadly moves.

Sister Hongmiao's expression was gloomy. She no longer bowed to the witnesses and simply introduced Xiheng in a few words.

"Then let's get started without delay." Hong Miao wanted to get rid of these outsiders as soon as possible.

"You're very generous." The deputy master of the Green Pine Sword Hall immediately agreed: "Yingmian Song, step forward."

"Yes!" The swordsman beside him leaped up, using the power in his legs to propel himself more than two meters into the air, landing directly in the sparring arena decorated with Tai Chi patterns.

Xi Heng and Senior Sister Hong Miao exchanged a glance and then walked up as well.

Witnesses stood around watching, whispering amongst themselves as they observed the two.

Facing his opponent, Xi Heng slowly drew the long sword from his waist.

The blade made a sharp sound as it sliced ​​through the air, flashing a cold light beneath the dark clouds, with a faint hint of blood clinging to its surface.

Suddenly, Song, who was approaching from afar, drew his sword with his right hand, then handed it to his left hand, gripping it in reverse. The tip of the sword pointed steadily at the ground. He struck his left fist with his right palm, clasped his hands together, stared intently at Xi Heng, and said in a serious, deep voice:

"I am Yingmiansong from the Green Mountain Sword Pavilion. I have come to your esteemed courtyard to challenge you, my lady. Today, we will determine who is superior and decide the outcome!"

"Oh……"

Xi Heng hadn't listened very carefully, but he hadn't expected this person, who didn't look very friendly, to be somewhat polite, so he replied:

“Xi Heng of the Red Thread Sword Academy, please enlighten me.”

Before she could finish speaking, an unfriendly voice reached her ears from the side:

"A life-or-death struggle?"

The senior sister frowned and immediately turned her gaze to the deputy master of the Green Mountain Sword Hall: "These three words were not on the letter of challenge. Did you change the rules before the battle?"

"How can we determine a true winner without fighting to the death?" The deputy curator's expression seemed to take it for granted.

Upon hearing this, Hong Miao knew that the deputy head of the museum would not back down, and then coldly addressed the witnesses around her:

"The Green Pine Sword Pavilion has broken the rules of the martial world, ceasefire!"

"Don't be in such a hurry, young lady," an elderly man with a white beard among the witnesses chuckled, reassuring her.

"Since both of them are already on the field, let them have a sword fight first, and then call a halt once we've determined who is stronger."

The other witnesses remained calm and said nothing, as if the old man represented the opinions of all of them.

Zhang Luoyi stood to the side, smiling slightly, saying nothing, but her eyes revealed a hint of malice.

"Get out!" Hong Miao drew her sword directly: "So you martial arts schools conspired to set up a gambling scheme just to bully us. No one has ever dared to bully my Red Thread Sword Sect like this before!"

Xi Heng on the stage blinked.

She felt that Senior Sister Hongmiao's words sounded familiar, as if she had heard them somewhere before.

"If you don't stop fighting, you'll be my enemy!" The senior sister's voice grew colder.

“It’s understandable that young people are full of vigor, but you can’t just draw your sword in this situation. We’re not people you can mess with.” The bearded old man’s expression remained unchanged, and he even took a few steps closer to Hong Miao despite the murderous aura.

"It's quite rare to find a master of internal strength as young as you. Don't make a mistake." He said kindly on the surface.

“I’ll count to three.” Hong Miao gripped the longsword firmly.

"three--"

The other witnesses all looked over, some admiring, some mocking.

"two."

Hong Miao closed her eyes and then opened them again, revealing a strong killing intent and aura within her, which added to the tension of the atmosphere.

The old man sighed and shook his head, his hands moving slightly, his qi and blood energy spreading out in his palms, forming wisps of white light that swirled in a circular pattern.

His ability to consistently stimulate his Qi and blood clearly indicates that he is also a master of internal strength.

The two were locked in a fierce confrontation, and a major battle seemed imminent.

Xi Heng tilted his head slightly in the fencing arena.

The agreement was that she would be fighting on stage, but suddenly the situation changed and my senior sister was fighting with others below.

Seeing her senior sister about to unleash the third level of the Red Thread Sword technique, 'Heart-wrenching Bloodshed,' she immediately spoke up to stop her:

"Wait a minute!"

Xi Heng raised his hand on the stage, attracting everyone's attention: "Senior sister, there's no need for that, I can win!"

Hong Miao glanced at him with her sword, her eyes signaling for Xi Heng to shut up.

"Believe me," Xi Heng said to the witnesses beside him, "If I win, you will all leave the Sword Academy and never come back, how about that?"

The group exchanged intrigued glances, with the white-bearded elder among them chuckling in response:

"That depends on what the Green Mountain Sword Hall thinks. If they stop coming to fight, then we will naturally stop being witnesses."

What kind of testimony is this? They're clearly just here to cause trouble.

Xi Heng inwardly scoffed, then his gaze fell upon the deputy master of the Green Mountain Sword Hall.

"That's the way it is, so why not listen to my advice, young friend?" The other party clearly didn't believe that Xi Heng could win.

"Remember what you said." Xi Heng then turned around and continued to face his enemy on the field.

She had initially thought today's competition was just a boring game of courtesy, but now it seemed to be quite interesting.

Although losing might mean death, death is death.

Xi Heng felt a little regretful, but it wasn't unacceptable.

If Sister Hongmiao were to actually fight with the witnesses below, things could escalate to an even more troublesome point.

In her previous life, the eldest senior sister only managed to fight Zhang Luoyi to a standstill in a short period of time. If she had to deal with a few more people, she might have been defeated very quickly.

Xi Heng thought it over, then lightly raised his sword, pointing the tip at the enemy on the field.

Seeing that everything was back on track, Matsushita also took up his sword and assumed a fighting stance.

Before the sword fight began, he said, "If you are defeated, you may beg for mercy. I will not kill you, you only need to..."

"Stop talking! Today, we are both going to die." Xi Heng interrupted, unwilling to listen any longer.

"Okay!" Ying Mian Song was taken aback, and his eyes turned fierce.

He raised his longsword and assumed a stance, steadily approaching Chao Xiheng with his sword drawn.

The girl slowly stepped forward, scanning the enemy's posture and appearance, trying to find their weakness or flaw.

However, the opponent stood firm, with a pine-like profile, and moved his sword with exceptional stability. He adopted a defensive stance from the start, making it difficult to find any openings.