Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

She truly stepped into the realm of resentment and began to manipulate the body of its master—meaning that not only did she accept Zhao Qianqiu's resentment, but the other party also accepted her.

Therefore, she naturally came into control of this illusion that resembled the real world.

"Although it doesn't truly change the past, resolving the grievances from the past within this illusion should also speed up the process of dissipating resentment..."

"Senior sister, let's go quickly." The girl beside her was still pleading.

"It's alright now."

Xi Heng raised his hand and patted his future master's head. While the other was stunned, he drew his sword from his waist.

In an instant, a surge of transformative energy appeared out of thin air within this body.

This is not the end. The primordial energy above the Transformation Realm also falls into the Dantian, quickly overflowing and transforming into a vortex shape, crossing the stage of nurturing the primordial energy, and immediately achieving the Embracing the Elixir.

Having gained control of the Resentment Illusion, this place has become equivalent to her Sword Heart Spirit Space, where she can unleash all her martial arts skills and moves.

She can attain any level of achievement she has ever reached in an instant.

After reaching the Core Formation stage, Zhao Xiheng looked into the distance and saw the Bloodline Sword Mountain Gate, where the sounds of battle still echoed.

Carrying his long sword, he used his light-footed skill to fly away.

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Volume 1: Chapter 163 (Chapter 156), Stars Shift and Things Change

"Senior Sister?"

Hong Lianzhan blinked blankly after her head was ruffled.

Although Senior Sister Zhao Qianqiu always appears so gentle, this is the first time she has taken the initiative to make physical contact like this.

So much so that she couldn't hold Senior Sister Qianqiu's hand for a moment.

With a flick of his fingers, the other party broke free from the pull.

When she came to her senses, she saw that Senior Sister Qianqiu had already walked away far away using her light footwork. However, the direction she went was not the retreat route she had mentioned from the back mountain, but instead she went in the opposite direction to the mountain gate, where the sounds of battle and shouts were still constantly echoing.

Before she could even open her mouth to call out to him, his figure had already gradually disappeared from her sight.

Before long, he circled a bamboo grove and disappeared from her sight.

"Hey...we can't go over there." The girl with braids reached out, but it was too late to call out and stop her.

She looked around anxiously, hoping to find someone to help pull her senior sister back.

Because her senior sister's martial arts level far surpassed hers, it was truly difficult for her to pull her back by herself alone.

But there was no one around, and the two of them were the last group to leave.

It was clearly Senior Sister Qianqiu who initially organized the junior sisters to escape, but when it was her turn to leave, she hesitated and stood still.

Then it turned into this...

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Xi Heng hurriedly crossed the relatively wide bamboo forest path, stepping on broken branches and streaks of blood on the ground, and crossed the unstable rocks. He quickly grew tired of the winding mountain path and rushed into the towering bamboo forest. He used his light-footed skills to step on the thick and thin bamboo and cross this mountain area.

In the distance, the roar of the flames was getting closer and closer.

As she looked down from the bamboo forest, she saw that a wildfire had already started burning at the distant mountain gate.

A surge of red light flashed wildly, and a sea of ​​fire replaced the sunlight, illuminating the entire mountain.

It was clearly an autumn night, yet the heat there far surpassed that of a summer's scorching sun.

Only martial artists with a certain level of cultivation can survive in this sea of ​​fire.

The wildfires continue to spread, like a raging flood, threatening to engulf the entire mountain area.

With his eyesight at the level of the Embracing the Core Realm, Xi Heng glanced past the trees and flames and fixed his gaze on the mountain gate.

Hundreds of martial artists stood in front of the mountain gate. The weakest among them was at least at the peak of the mortal realm with the Ming Jin Great Completion, and there were hundreds of An Jin. They were led by five martial artists with different appearances and attire, and were evenly distributed in the open space in front of the mountain gate.

After the five levels of Transformation, there are six organizations with different costumes and appearances, standing side by side.

She recognized three of them: Donghuangmei Mountain, Jinghong Sword Sect, and Mingcha Temple. The members of the other two organizations were dressed in black and white, and it was impossible to tell what kind of kung fu they practiced.

I scanned the area but didn't see many familiar faces.

Almost only the leader of Donghuangmei Mountain was still somewhat familiar to them, and that was Huang Lie, who was later manipulated by vengeful ghosts and transformed into a demon beast.

As for the others, probably because the time difference was too long, their appearances changed considerably from what they had during Xi Heng's activities afterward.

It could also be because most of the martial artists present did not survive to the end.

As for Bloodline Sword's side, only four people remained, and each of them bore various injuries, clearly having been defeated in the previous probing attack.

Xi Heng didn't recognize them, but he remembered from Zhao Qianqiu's memories that these four were the only four remaining elders of the Bloodline Sword Academy.

There were originally six elders, but two of them were killed in recent months due to grudges within the martial arts world.

In order to weaken the Bloodline Sword Sect and unite with the so-called righteous sects of the martial arts world to besiege it, Donghuangmei Mountain has been continuously spreading the message for the past few months that the Bloodline Sword Sect is a demonic sect and that the martial arts world will not be at peace until it is eliminated.

The Bloodline Sword Sect's mysterious and peculiar way of doing things has led to them making many enemies over the past century, resulting in the current situation.

Xi Heng quickly swept the memories sent by resentment through his mind, then stomped hard on a cliff, making the cliff face tremble and shake. His body transformed into a blood-red meteor, streaking across the sky and flying towards the place where the two sides were facing off.

The Yellow-Eyebrow Mountain Master below was still representing the martial arts world in condemning the Bloodline Sword Sect as a demonic sect.

All who come here are enemies, and even if the sword sect speaks its mind, no one will ask or listen.

The only response was a series of cold laughs and vague rebukes.

By now, the debate between the two sides has long since ended, and only victory or defeat, life or death, can determine who is right and who is wrong.

The standoff grew increasingly tense, as if a life-or-death battle was about to erupt at any moment.

Just as the four elders of the Sword Sect were about to use forbidden techniques to fight the invading martial artists to the death, Xi Heng suddenly landed at the Sword Sect's mountain gate with a speed that no one present could react to, standing in front of the four elders.

A whirlwind rose from the air, causing the surrounding fire to ripple.

As his toes touched the ground, a whistling gust of wind, carrying with it a powerful force, rushed towards the hundreds of enemy warriors in the distance.

The martial artists at the forefront of the enemy force all took a half step back, while those with hidden and manifest strength felt a chill creep up their spines. In a moment of distraction, under the influence of the intense killing intent, they witnessed their own death.

If you close your eyes, you will surely feel that the one who comes is no ordinary person, but a demonic monster made of a sea of ​​blood, about to wipe out all lives.

"Chiaki?"

Because Xi Heng intentionally restricted them, the four elders of the Sword Academy behind them did not feel this imposing aura and intense killing intent. One of them shouted sternly:

"You should be taking care of your junior sister in the back mountain, you shouldn't be here!"

"What's the point of right or wrong?" Xi Heng said softly, raising his right hand and pointing forward with a sharp blade.

Then, as if dancing, she moved her feet lightly and turned slightly.

With a step that crossed his legs, he leaped high into the air.

Her red robes rippled like fire, and the sword blade flashed with a cold light as it flew through the air before falling precisely back into its sheath.

The power of the Embracing Elixir surged forth, and layers of white energy circled from his waist to his wrists, then transformed into an ever-growing whirlwind that enveloped his entire body from the sword sheath.

With just a slight tiptoe, Xi Heng's figure leaped nearly a hundred meters into the air.

Below, the crimson of a sea of ​​fire filled the air. The long autumn wind made Zhao Qianqiu's black hair flutter wildly. As the sharp blade pushed the scabbard at her waist to gather momentum and spun behind her, the vortex of white energy suddenly solidified on the blade.

However, the sense of impending death felt by the crowd below grew clearer as the white light faded.

The five martial artists at the forefront immediately retreated.

With his sword fully charged, Xi Heng used all his strength to swing the sharp blade from his left side behind him to the right.

The sharp blade then pierced through the white barrier in mid-air with a speed that no one could see clearly, stirring up a powerful gust of wind.

A sword cry that tore through the sky echoed, causing the earth to tremble and rumble, making it difficult for weaker martial artists to stand firm.

The power of Bai Sha erupted forth, cleaving a new cliff and ravine fissure in front of the Bloodline Sword Sect's gate—the fissure was over ten meters wide and long, its depth unknown.

This sword strike seemed to have cleaved the entire mountain in two.

At the same time, it also separated the elders of the Bloodline Sword Academy from the enemy warriors.

Xi Heng landed lightly, and looking ahead, he saw that three of the five martial arts masters who had attacked him were already fleeing in a hurry.

Upon seeing the power of this sword, the other cultivators, both those with obvious and hidden strength, realized they had provoked something terrifying and immediately scattered like birds caught in an explosion.

Many of those who remained were simply unaware of what was happening.

Such overwhelming sword force and killing intent were, in their minds, something that should not exist in this world.

The elders of the Bloodline Sword Sect were also stunned on the spot, not knowing what to say for a moment, and felt that Zhao Qianqiu's figure in front of them was becoming more and more unfamiliar.

Xi Heng casually twirled his sword, watching the wound on the earth widen further as the white sword energy continued to wear it down.

The trees, flowers, and the entire land on the opposite bank all seemed to tilt slightly because of this scar.

The blood-red blade was raised and held steadily in front of him.

A burst of inner strength landed on the sharp blade, and the fluctuations of the White Fiend energy dyed it once again into a dazzling white.

But at this moment, the sword was no longer pointed at the ground, but at the enemies still standing on the other side of the Sword Scar Rift.

"I will wait for you for ten breaths. Those who remain will die," Xi Heng said calmly, recalling Zhao Qianqiu's tone.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a commotion broke out among the remaining warriors in the distance.

Such power and killing intent were undeniable, but the Huangmei Mountain people were still unwilling to back down, guessing that she wouldn't be able to use that move a second time, and urged everyone to continue.

But no one with discerning eyes would believe this.

The Huangmei Mountain group, which was leading the group, had lost its unity, and many martial artists continued to retreat.

Three breaths left, two breaths...

The last breath.

As Xi Heng slowly exhaled her pure energy, her sword suddenly turned and landed in the bamboo forest on one side of the mountain gate.

As the sword flashed, numerous bamboo sections snapped in two.

The sound of bamboo breaking was continuous, and the towering bamboo groves fell to the ground.

The Sword Heart Domain then expanded, encompassing it.

The girl raised her left hand and easily grasped it.

Numerous bamboo tubes were split open into bamboo strips, and the sword's essence was poured into them, transforming the bamboo strips into the shape of sharp blades.

With a flick of her fingertips, hundreds of bamboo swords danced with her footsteps and finger movements, circling around her and filling the air behind her.

Gradually, the tip of the bamboo sword pointed towards the hundreds of figures still standing on the other side of the rift valley.

After the powerful sword energy subsided, only the leader of Huangmei Mountain and his more loyal subordinates remained on the opposite bank.

The time they had to live was over, and Xi Heng nonchalantly pushed his finger forward.

Hundreds of bamboo swords immediately broke the sound barrier in the air, rushing forward at the speed of cannonballs.

In the blink of an eye, he pierced through the opposing martial artist who was standing there like a target, or pierced through the chest and abdomen and plunged into the ground, or directly through the brow and swept away to the rear.

Xi Heng snapped his fingers again, and the sword intent attached to the bamboo sword suddenly erupted with power, tearing the ordinary bamboo board to shreds and unleashing hundreds of sharp sword energies.

The people of Huangmei Mountain were as if they had been pushed through a meat grinder, their bodies turning into messy chunks of flesh and blood.

……

A sense of detachment, like floating to the surface, arose within her. When the girl opened her eyes again, she found herself back in the pure white space of her mind.

Zhao Qianqiu's resentment completely vanished before her eyes, bringing a wisp of blessing to her heart.

The matter was over, and I looked around.

After making the vow, the resentment in her heart had mostly subsided.

Some of them, even before the nine-eighths had begun to dissipate, had already spontaneously faded somewhat.

"But their numbers are still countless..."

Countless resentments seem endless; no matter how hard one searches, the boundaries of resentment and hatred cannot be found.

I don't know how long it will take to completely eliminate it.

However, after she fully accepts and bears her resentment, she will receive a blessing that enhances her ability to dispel resentment.

It's like being able to gradually level up while grinding monsters or running dungeons.