Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

The girl tilted her head, not quite understanding.

But there was clearly someone who understood. The monk who had eaten vegetarian food at the inn earlier frowned and asked:

"Could this be the legendary method of melting hearts with resentment?"

"Exactly."

“…Amitabha.” The monk closed his eyes.

Xi Heng, humbly asking, "What advice do you have for me?"

The monk said, "This method of anger was created more than a hundred years ago by a Zen master from my Pulin Temple who left the monastic life and became famous in the martial arts world. It also has some roots in Buddhism."

"It is said that those who practice this method can devour the resentment of others to increase their cultivation and martial arts skills. They can devour their own resentment or eat the resentment of others. They can eat their own resentment to nourish their heart and eat the resentment of others to nourish their body. It is a method of great evil and wickedness."

“When resentment melts into the heart, evil fire is born, and man is transformed into a demon. The more resentment one consumes, the more one’s power will increase.”

"Huang Lie was already one of the top three martial artists in the world. Now he has been wreaking havoc on this mountain and devouring people's resentment. His skill must have grown to a level that even ordinary martial arts practitioners can only dream of."

The man from Huangmei Mountain sighed softly and continued, "Not only that, Huang Lie has also come into contact with real demons. He cultivated the Sword of Hatred without his mind becoming disordered. He only went astray after absorbing the power of the demons. Now his strength is beyond comprehension. That is why we have invited many heroes from all over the world to go into the mountain together to try to kill him."

The martial artists at the Transformation Realm looked at each other and exchanged glances. Upon hearing this, a few of them were already considering retreating.

However, after a few whispers, no one actually left.

This is largely because a master demonstrated strength above the Transformation Realm this morning, while Huang Lie, who cultivates with demonic arts, is only at the peak of the Transformation Realm, no matter how powerful he becomes, and should find it difficult to contend with those above the Transformation Realm.

Xi Heng sat at the edge of the dining table, munching on a piece of mung bean cake-like pastry.

Meanwhile, the people around them, as if by unspoken agreement, looked over with expectant expressions.

She then paid attention and made a promise: "As long as Huang Lie doesn't run away, this evil matter can be resolved today."

"I hope so," Huang Meishan, a cultivator at the Transformation Realm, said respectfully, then stood up and said:

"It's getting late, please come with me up the mountain."

……

Volume 1: Chapter 145, On Yellow Eyebrow Mountain

Inside the lush and verdant mountain forest, a long, winding stone path leads to the summit.

Dozens of martial arts experts accompanied each other on the steep path, gradually approaching the peak of Huangmei Mountain.

The higher you go, the more you see scattered corpses of all shapes and sizes, some with bizarre and gruesome deaths.

As cultivators at the Transformation Realm, none of them feared the dead.

But the eerie corpses stretching along the way still couldn't help but make people feel uneasy.

The deceased had many cuts and claw marks on his chest, indicating that his heart and liver had been ripped out, and the blood vessels and tissues around the internal organs were also protruding from the blood holes.

Dried bloodstains were visible around the skull, which was broken open and missing its brain. The vacant pupils were sunken, with nothing supporting the eyeballs inside.

Traces of brain matter remained among the scattered strands of hair, and the skin bore numerous marks, whether from wild animals or humans, some even with their spines removed, leaving only limp, lifeless corpses.

Perhaps their entire face was shaved flat, or perhaps their limbs were broken in ways they could never normally reach... It's unknown whether they suffered this torment before or after death.

Just as the people of Huangmei Mountain said—the person who did such a thing must have already become a demon.

As the team drew closer to the main peak, the other cultivators at the Transformation Realm were also ready to meet the enemy.

Xi Heng neither drew his sword nor regulated his internal energy.

She took another half step closer to her senior sister and took her right hand in hers.

The five fingers move gently, gradually intersecting the ten fingers.

Being so close allows us to better protect each other.

Senior Sister Hongmiao paused for a moment before gently grasping it in return.

The two girls slowly climbed the steps, and soon followed the leader to a relatively spacious residential area next to the main peak.

The roof tiles were mostly intact, but the numerous corpses and bloodstains added a horror movie-like atmosphere to the square.

However, if you ignore the corpses, the scenery here is actually quite nice.

Today the weather is clear and there is no fog to obscure the view. Looking down, you can see the town surrounded by lush trees and peach orchards.

It's not much different from other well-known tourist destinations.

Xi Heng stopped in her tracks, only to find that everyone around her had also stopped, mistaking her for someone who had discovered something.

She seemed to have become the center of attention, and thus received a lot of attention.

If she makes any move, these cautious veteran martial artists will immediately stop.

The girl shook her head: "Let's keep going."

……

This enemy garrison square, nestled on the mountainside, is exceptionally spacious.

The sky was clear, and sunlight fell on the intricately carved wooden pavilion, creating a subtle reflection.

The stone slabs underfoot were flat, the road was well-planned, and I encountered no obstacles while walking.

Clearly, besides martial arts, Huangmei Mountain also has something else to offer.

The person they were looking for wasn't in this area, so they had to continue climbing to higher ground.

Returning to the cliffs and steep slopes of the mountains, the paths accessible to ordinary people have also disappeared.

Only numerous footprints left by light-footed martial arts practitioners remained, scattered throughout the dense forest.

If one does not possess the skill of lightness and agility, climbing the mountain to meet the master of Huangmei Mountain would be extremely difficult.

The group of martial artists easily traversed the area, ascended the main peak, and arrived at the vicinity of a high pavilion called Crane Tower. However, they still could not find the so-called demonic ghost. Instead, they saw more broken corpses lying on the ground, piled up in heaps.

The middle-aged man who was leading the way looked around and offered a weak explanation:

"Before the Mountain Lord fell into demonic possession, he resided in this pavilion. Logically, after falling into demonic possession and losing his mind, he should have continued to stay here according to his habits in life. Today is strange."

“Even a beast without a mind will feel fear. Perhaps the demons sensed our presence and are therefore hiding in fear.” A white-browed monk stepped forward and said.

"Why don't you all disperse and lure the vengeful ghost to attack? Even if you can't win, you can at least block a few attacks, lure it out, and then wait for reinforcements to capture it."

Upon hearing this, Huang Meishan, who was at the Transformation Realm, shook his head and said, "Huang Lie's strength is increasing day by day. Ordinary Transformation Realm cultivators are really hard to withstand him. If they are scattered, there may be casualties."

“A team of three or four should be enough to keep them in check,” another person from Huangmeishan guessed.

"..." So the former said no more.

"Is such a rudimentary method of luring the enemy truly effective?" someone asked from the side.

The monk said, "If one cultivates the three methods of anger, hatred, and annihilation to the extreme, one will ultimately only become a mindless demon, like a wild beast in the mountains, which will pounce on blood and flesh as soon as it sees them. Although this method is simple, it should be without hindrance."

"Let's leave it at that," Xi Heng said cheerfully, not wanting to waste time searching slowly.

Once she made her decision, the other martial artists naturally followed suit, and those they knew well began to call out to each other and form groups.

"Amitabha." The monk beside her asked respectfully, "May this humble monk travel with Your Majesty?"

"It's long past the time for cultivating connections, old monk," Xi Heng casually declined.

She left the group, holding only her senior sister Hongmiao's hand.

……

As the sky gradually changed, a wisp of dark cloud drifted by, obscuring the sunlight.

Xi Heng walked through the fallen leaves and branches on the ground, making a rustling sound as he reached a deserted place.

I randomly found a flat spot with a wide view and stopped.

"Didn't we say we were going to search for demons and ghosts?" Hong Miao asked from the side.

"No need for trouble, just wait for that thing to appear on its own." Xi Heng didn't care at all.

With a flick of the finger, they knocked down the surrounding branches, piled them together, and formed a campfire.

With a whooshing sound of flames, Xi Heng cleaved down another tree, deftly carving it into the shape of a simple chair with a few strokes of his sword, and lured the other person to sit down.

"We can just rest here and enjoy the scenery, Senior Sister."

Although she does have a way to quickly find her target, it still takes some effort.

Xi Heng wanted to save some trouble and wait for messages from other cultivators at the Transformation Realm before rushing over to resolve the problem.

I only plan to camp for a short while now.

She casually sensed her surroundings and nodded:

"I think I can hear water nearby, so there should be fish to catch."

Senior Sister Hongmiao gave a wry smile and looked around.

Seeing that this place was a desolate wilderness, with only the two of them present, after hesitating for a moment, they spoke the words that had been hidden in their hearts for a long time in this silent place:

"Why do I always feel that there is nothing in this world that you, junior sister, truly care about?"

"How could that be?" Xi Heng was still quite concerned about the matter of seeking immortality.

Hongmiao remained silent for a moment, then said, "It seems that even those around you don't really care much about you..."

The voice was so soft that ordinary people could hardly hear it, but Xi Heng was different.

“No,” she replied. “The only people I care about in this world are you.”

"Hmm." Senior sister admitted, "But that's not what I meant. It's that you really don't care much about... friends, the throne, or even your own life... and you can abandon them without hesitation for anything."

She finally whispered out the feelings she had kept hidden in her heart.

"..." After a few seconds of silence, Xi Heng subconsciously changed the subject: "How about we go fishing now?"

Hong Miao nodded gently.

The two held hands and slowly walked to the source of the water, only to find that it was not the pond or lake they had imagined, but a long stream with only small fish and shrimp in it, and there was no place to fish at all.

She also wanted to grill the fish over the campfire.

Better go back.

On the way back, during the silence between the two, Xi Heng brought up the topic from earlier again:

"What my senior sister said is correct... but it's mainly because of my personality."

After a few minutes, Hongmiao's mood calmed down a bit:

"It is said that immortals are ruthless. With a mindset like yours, Junior Sister, you may indeed be destined to become an immortal, without having to sever your ties with the mortal world as the legends say."

“Perhaps there’s no need to break it at all,” Xi Heng simply said.

Although she had never met many cultivators, she had encountered an illusion on the ocean when she was searching for immortality.

Even within the illusion, through various special means, they glimpsed some of the daily lives of former cultivators.

In her opinion, the cultivators there still retained many worldly emotions, which was significantly different from the heartless immortals of legend.

Thoughts like, "So even immortals are nothing special," began to surface in her mind.

Or perhaps it's because those who cultivate immortality haven't actually become immortals; it's just that mortals refer to those with supernatural powers as immortals. True immortals might exist in a much grander, higher realm...

As he pondered, a shout imbued with internal energy suddenly echoed from below the distant mountains: 'The demons are here!'

His voice was clearly filled with terror, as if he had seen something completely unexpected.

"Tsk, you're pretty quick to act."

She exchanged a glance with her senior sister, then leaped down from the forest and ran quickly toward the source of the sound.

Two figures, one in red and white and the other in red and black, moved across the mountain range like swallows, quickly shifting from the summit to the mountainside where the shouts had come from.

During their journey, the shouts from afar gradually turned into screams, and after a few cries, there was no more sound.

In just two or three minutes, Xi Heng, who had rushed over with five or six tenths of his strength, arrived at the source of the sound.

But upon arrival, they found three strangely shaped corpses lying on the ground, blood still gushing out.

"To be able to take down three cultivators at the Transformation Realm in such a short time and escape immediately, his strength is quite impressive."

Even by her standards, that demonic ghost was considered quite strong.

Xi Heng calmly approached to observe, and could see that the hearts of the three corpses had been ripped out by the monster, and a hole had been smashed into their skulls, with part of their brains also being removed.

"To devour people and swallow their resentment to increase one's cultivation, is it that what one seeks to devour are hearts and heads?"