Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

"The method of Heavenly Demon Transformation is a demonic technique from the ancient era of cultivation. Even if cultivators in the Dharma-ending Age are slightly higher in cultivation than the one who casts the spell, they will find it difficult to comprehend or fathom it due to the discontinuity in their knowledge of the Daoist arts."

The opponent struck the spiritual light barrier with a palm strike. The resentful flames expanded and exploded, covering the field of vision, before quickly dissipating, leaving no trace on the spiritual light barrier.

"The day this Heavenly Demon Transformation ends will be the day you die..." Mi Jie said calmly, "I look forward to that day."

"As for now, you've released a lot of your resentment, which has also made me feel a bit more relaxed, so I'll go and rest for a while."

After she finished speaking, she turned around without hesitation and gracefully walked away.

The long red and black robes, along with her flowing hair, were dragged across the ground and space burning with deep red flames of resentment, yet they failed to cause the slightest disturbance.

The other person's figure grew fainter and fainter, and the resentment also faded and dissipated as the person moved away.

Beyond the barrier of spiritual light, the deep red that had been covered by resentful fire gradually transformed into an ordinary, unremarkable darkness.

The flames of resentment subsided, and the vengeful spirits departed, as if deliberately leaving her space to slowly dissipate this almost endless resentment.

This doesn't seem to be a bad thing for the vengeful ghost.

If I transfer these grievances to the other person based on what they say, will it make their situation easier?

“A vengeful ghost, a grudge… that’s strange.”

Despite fighting with him for so long, Xi Heng still couldn't figure these things out.

She gently shook her head and turned back to her own pure white space.

With a gentle swipe of the finger, among numerous scene images, Zhao Qianqiu's resentment and hatred appeared at the top.

This air of resentment was peculiar, making it somewhat unique.

Xi Heng approached and gently touched him.

The scene of resentment, like an invitation to apply, rippled outwards with subtle waves and fluctuations.

She accepted the invitation, allowing the spirit to become unbalanced due to the pull, truly seeping into the resentment.

The most practical solution is to empathize with and accept the resentment in this way.

Alternatively, one can forcefully dissipate and break through resentment with sword heart, which is more direct and also more superficial.

Xi Heng intends to resolve the resentment that is more important or contains some useful information in a deeper way.

As she felt a sensation of falling, she entered Zhao Qianqiu's resentment.

As the feeling of falling dissipated as if waking from a dream, I heard urgent shouts in my ears:

"Your Highness, the intelligence is incorrect; the enemy's main force is everywhere!"

His gaze spontaneously turned to look, and he could see a middle-aged general riding alongside him.

Looking further back, one could see a large number of Zhao soldiers already arrayed in battle formation on this plain surrounded by numerous hills.

Spearmen and shieldmen surrounded the outside, while archers drew their bows and nocked arrows from the rear, forming a formation of about ten thousand men.

The messenger's voice echoed through the passageway, causing the colorful flags to flutter wildly.

At the same time, one could hear the thunderous roar of cavalry coming from all directions, like muffled thunder and surging tides.

The female general held the reins and looked up. Before she could see the enemy army, she saw a cloud of yellow dust rising like a sandstorm, which was the momentum of the cavalry.

Scenes from all directions flashed before my eyes, and ever-wavering blue flags rose to the tops of hills in all directions.

Zhao Qianqiu gritted his teeth, but on the surface he maintained the demeanor of a general and tried to remain calm.

However, Xi Heng, who was attached to the other person's body, could clearly feel a targeted resentment rising in her heart.

Xi Heng had often felt Zhao Qianqiu's resentment when he fought against the vengeful fire demon.

But this is the first time I've ever felt so immersed in the experience, as if I had traveled through time and space to possess the other person and shared their joys, sorrows, hatreds, and resentments.

The source of Zhao Qianqiu's resentment was Zhao Qianyuan in his youth, when he was a respectable young man.

"These are tens of thousands of elite troops from the Great Zhao, most of whose generals are relatives of the emperor. How could he be so ruthless..."

"Your Highness, let's break through!" the general on the side hurriedly suggested.

Because many enemy heavy cavalry have already set up high on the hills and are regrouping on the gentle slopes, preparing for a full-scale attack.

At this moment, Yan Meng's two main forces had completely surrounded them, and anyone with eyes could see that the Zhao army had completely fallen into defeat.

"The enemy's target is my life. You may all break through, but I cannot."

Zhao Qianqiu sternly ordered, "Send the order: when the enemy approaches, one group will charge with me, while the rest of the groups will break out when the opportunity arises. The Black Pool is not far to the west. Once we cross the Black Pool, the enemy cavalry will have difficulty pursuing us."

Several generals hesitated, but under the gaze of Princess Qianqiu, they had no choice but to agree.

A moment later, a group of enemy soldiers, riding tall, fine horses, approached like iron towers, their soldiers and horses clad in iron armor.

The person at the front was not wearing armor, had long hair tied in a thick braid, looked young, and had normal facial features.

But looking at this seemingly normal appearance, Xi Heng found it strange.

This person's appearance and temperament have many similarities to Yan Qingshi, whom she killed.

At this moment, however, the opponent has not yet consumed the Dragon Heart Flesh and has not yet reached the Transformation Realm.

His aura was far inferior to what he would have in the future.

Beside him were two experts at the Transformation Realm. One was Lou Guwang, who was known for his steady marching in Yanmeng Kingdom and whom Xi Heng had killed with a sea of ​​blood. The other was relatively unknown and probably did not survive to the future.

Upon seeing the enemy envoy approaching, Zhao Qianqiu frowned and led his squad closer as well.

Xi Heng gazed at him quietly.

Just as she had expected, Yan Qingshi's words were merely expressions of appreciation and persuasion to surrender, but his attitude was incredibly frivolous, as if everything was under his control and that he was just going through the motions.

Given the vast disparity in combat strength between the two sides, such a mindset is only natural.

Zhao Qianqiu, filled with rage, drew his sword and unleashed a sweeping sword aura, just as naturally as he had done.

The negotiations between the two militaries ended unpleasantly.

Before long, Yan Meng's main force launched a surprise attack.

The next moment, Zhao Qianqiu walked to the forefront of the great army. Facing the countless heavy cavalry charging towards him, he dismounted, gripped his sword in the back of his hand, and thrust it at himself.

With immense power and blood energy erupting together, she gripped the sword with both hands and raised it to her shoulders, assuming the basic stance of the Bloodline Sword.

A vast amount of vital energy, comparable to the power of a Transformation Realm expert, is poised to be unleashed.

……

Xi Heng experienced all of this resentment and hatred. Although he was not tainted by hatred due to the Heavenly Demon Transformation, his heart was still slightly affected.

"It turns out that Zhao Qianqiu also touched upon the realm of Transformation Realm in the end, but ultimately no one knew it..."

"One of her grievances was that she was unable to pass down the experience of mastering the Bloodline Sword Technique and provide it to her fellow disciples scattered throughout the world for them to practice."

As for other grievances, they were mostly about matters concerning the sect, war, and the guilt of failing to protect the junior sister and sect, the people on the frontier, and the soldiers under his command.

They rarely harbor resentment due to dissatisfaction with their own circumstances.

Even when the former empress plotted against him regarding the throne, he didn't truly take it to heart.

"Rest in peace, Aunt." Xi Heng used this more intimate form of address for the first time.

"Yan Meng has been destroyed, but the Zhao Kingdom is not dead. On the contrary, it is thriving. I have also passed on the Blood Wave Sword Technique to the Blood Children, so that they can find their own path to mastery..."

She accomplished quite a bit of what Zhao Qianqiu couldn't achieve during his lifetime.

Therefore, although Zhao Qianqiu's resentment was deep, it was relatively easy for her to resolve it.

It's as if it has some kind of attribute advantage or special attack.

The girl gently brushed away the resentment before her eyes, as if closing the eyes of the dead.

A moment later, the image formed from this resentment scattered and merged into her pure white heart, transforming into a kind of spiritual support and providing her with subtle assistance.

"If the acceptance of resentment is completed to a high degree, it seems that one can receive a little... blessing?"

Xi Heng wasn't quite sure how to describe this thing, but he felt a surge of spiritual energy.

"The more resentment and hatred I resolve, the stronger my ability to resolve them becomes... like leveling up?"

"But relying solely on sword heart to neutralize it seems to rarely produce this kind of effect; a higher level of completion is required..."

"I see... directly using sword heart to wear down enemies doesn't give experience points." She nodded.

Having resolved her resentment over Zhao Qianqiu's last battle, the girl continued to reach out forward.

When the layers of images are combined, another layer of resentment from the other party is brought out.

The spirit and resentment are close to each other, and the two pull on each other.

A feeling of being pulled by gravity as he fell occurred to him. Once he regained his composure, Xi Heng could hear the sounds of flames burning fiercely from all directions.

"Senior sister, run!"

A hand was holding hers.

Zhao Qianqiu glanced to the side and saw a petite junior sister holding her wrists with both hands.

Looking at the other person's face, Xi Heng felt that he was somewhat familiar with him, and hesitated for a few seconds.

Gradually, the figure and face of the white-haired elder named Hong Lianzhan in the Red Thread Sword Academy overlapped with this person's.

"So the elder looked so youthful when he was young..."

She followed Zhao Qianqiu's gaze and looked around, seeing that this place was on the side of a high mountain.

Not far away, a giant Buddha was carved on a mountain peak. The Buddha's face showed a compassionate expression, and its flat, willow-leaf-shaped eyes looked at the Red Thread Sword Academy, which was engulfed in flames. Wanping stretched out its stone palm.

Within the Sword Academy, many buildings were ablaze, and shouts of anger, pain, and killing could be heard from the mountain gate from time to time, as numerous sects claiming to be righteous were invading.

The rising smoke obscured the body of the giant Buddha statue on the mountain peak and also blocked its eyes.

"Master and elders are doing their best to keep outsiders away... just so that you and I, my fellow disciples, can escape. Please leave, senior sister." Hong Lianzhan's voice was filled with pleading.

Zhao Qianqiu looked up at the familiar giant Buddha on the mountain peak and pursed his lips, thinking to himself.

"If there truly are immortals and gods in this world, I'll do anything... can they help me save all of this?"

Xi Heng truly sensed this hope.

Although she also wanted to help Zhao Qianqiu, to help all the resentment in her heart to fulfill their unfulfilled regrets...

But all of this is nothing more than an illusion created by resentment.

Even if one could take control of Zhao Qianqiu's body and sweep away everything with strength far exceeding that of the current martial arts world, what has already happened will not change.

Where in the world can you find a way to undo your mistakes?

Who can travel through time to go back to the past and erase past regrets?

Xi Heng paused for a moment upon realizing this.

...Couldn't she do it?

"But I can't go back to that early past... When the first save file started, Zhao Qianqiu had already died."

"However... it is said that immortals can control the Heavenly Dao, are immortal and indestructible, and possess boundless magical power. They can create countless clones, connect the five elements, and command ghosts and gods... Is there such a Dao that allows for the reincarnation of time and space?"

"If I were to become an immortal and fully master this ability to return to the past, ignoring the limitations of save files and traveling to any time at will... all this resentment and hatred could be easily quelled from its source."

She exhaled softly, pondered for a few seconds, and then said, "I am destined to become an immortal in the future."

At this moment, Xi Heng made a vow to the endless resentment that filled his heart:

"At that time, I can, and will, completely eradicate all your grievances from their source."

"Those who have grudges, settle them; those who have tears, turn them into warm tears; those who are separated from their loved ones, reunite; those who do not rejoice at meeting, separate; those who have lost their honor, reclaim it; those who seek but cannot obtain, let go of it..."

"trust me."

Although the tone was calm, there was always a sense of uncanny conviction about it.

Along with the many turbulent resentments in his heart, they subsided slightly as these words came to an end.

Within the illusory world of his mind, Zhao Qianqiu still gazed at the Buddha statue shrouded in smoke in the distance, praying from the bottom of his heart to all the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

The next moment, Xi Heng responded to the prayer of resentment.

Immediately, she was no longer separated from the illusion, her mind truly entered it, and her consciousness fell into Zhao Qianqiu's body.

Opening my eyes and looking around again, it felt as if I had truly traveled back in time, and everything became vividly real.

The sounds of fire and smoke, along with the rustling of the surrounding leaves and the anxious cries of Zhao Qianqiu's junior sister, were all exceptionally clear, and the tactile sensations were all even more vivid and real...