Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

It's as if you have the attribute of 'immunity' in front of the other party—or at least magic immunity.

Seeing that the resentment fire had no effect, Zhao Qianqiu was surprised and immediately continued his attack with his long-handled broadsword.

The giant blade was pulled from the ground and raised high, drawing a crescent shape in the sky before Chao Xiheng slashed down directly.

The girl moved with a tangled, chaotic gait, twisting and dodging in an eerie manner, before rapidly closing in.

His figure flashed past the massive blade carrying immense force, closing in on his opponent's body, but he did not thrust out his right-hand longsword.

Instead, he stretched out his left hand and firmly gripped the vengeful ghost's thin neck.

A strong resentment arose in his palm, from which a new flame of resentment erupted, completely enveloping the demon's head.

The opponent immediately unleashed their own resentment in retaliation.

Since the resentful fire was ineffective, it was replaced by a burst of bluish-black mist.

But no matter whether the resentment transforms into mist, black fog, or resentful fire, or whatever its form changes, its essence remains the great resentment of the Chonghai Realm—Xi Heng is immune to it.

No matter how much power the vengeful ghost unleashed, it was difficult to defeat her.

Once his neck was gripped, and disturbed by Xi Heng's resentful anger, he could no longer move.

At first, the vengeful ghost would struggle a bit, but gradually it seemed to lose its vitality and stopped moving much.

Power is restricted and suppressed; only consciousness remains.

"Why..." The other party did not understand why her resentment fire was ineffective, while Xi Heng's resentment fire was effective against her.

After a moment's hesitation, it gradually became clear: "You really are the incarnation of that vengeful demonic fire..."

“You guessed wrong,” Xi Heng said. “It’s because I accepted your resentment.”

No matter how deep the resentment, as long as one maintains genuine compassion and understanding towards it, and truly reaches the point where even the resentment itself acknowledges it, even if one's whole body is burned by the fire of resentment, one will not be harmed in the slightest.

"A sage...?" The other person shook their head: "No, a sage could not have been born in such a remote world."

"Whether I am a saint or not is irrelevant... As the king of this land, I should bear the grievances here."

After the simple narration ended,

The vengeful ghost continued to unleash its resentment, causing its vengeful fire to blaze skyward, and then transformed back into the enormous demonic monster that was tens of meters tall before.

Xi Heng then loosened his grip on the other's neck with his left hand, also letting go of the long sword in his right hand, and took another step forward—embracing Zhao Qianqiu in his arms.

Such a close distance not only brought their bodies together, but also their hearts.

She recalled the past years she had spent trying to erase the resentment and hatred from this place, and the scenes floated into her mind. The other person also sensed it—although they did not know the details, they could feel a sense of acceptance surrounding them.

The flames of resentment died down, and the vengeful ghost slightly raised its hands, its intense hatred for the world gradually fading away.

She originally intended to pull a dagger from the flames of resentment and stab it into Xi Heng's heart, but in reality, she turned around and embraced his waist.

As humanity returned, the vengeful ghost also recalled its past. After a long, long time, it could only manage a bitter smile and a sigh at the corner of its mouth.

During their time together, Mi Jie witnessed the vow that Xi Heng had made.

She murmured in a daze, "So you really are a saint."

The overwhelming resentment gradually dissolved, and her obsession with maintaining her own existence also dissipated.

Before long, Zhao Qianqiu lost his strength and collapsed into the girl's arms.

The vengeful ghost dissipated, and the last wisp of Princess Qianqiu's consciousness returned to her body. Weakly, she uttered two words to Xi Heng:

"Thanks……"

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Volume 1: Chapter 167, Chapter 160, Rarely Lasting

Inside the Taixiao Palace, the burning pillars around the beams and columns on all four sides gradually disappeared.

The flames of resentment flickered and died out in an instant, as if blown by a chilling breath.

The intense and dense flames were like water touching a sponge; once they came into contact with Xi Heng, they were directly absorbed and never disappeared again.

Xi Heng's capacity to withstand resentful flames seemed limitless; even a massive amount of resentful flames, enough to engulf the entire Tai Xiao Palace, would not affect her.

It neither disturbs her mind nor burns her body or even her ordinary brocade clothing.

As the flames of resentment dissipated, the dark blue mist that had enveloped the entire palace also receded.

The complex array of colors vanished as if erased by a giant eraser, revealing the figures of two girls with somewhat similar facial features, half-embracing each other.

The only obvious difference between the two of them is probably their hair color: white versus black.

The white-haired girl held him firmly in her arms, while the more mature-looking black-haired woman had clearly lost her strength, her arms hanging limply at her sides, and her eyes closed.

After saying "thank you," Zhao Qianqiu leaned to the side, her whole body relaxing to the point of limpness, and her eyes gradually closed.

With one arm around her waist and the other protecting her head and neck, Xi Heng gently laid the lifeless Zhao Qianqiu down.

The vengeful spirit has vanished; she has won.

Xi Heng lowered his eyes and squatted down, silently keeping the other person company for a while.

After a moment, she released her five fingers that were lightly touching Zhao Qianqiu's wrist and stood up.

The smooth brocade clothing made a rubbing sound as she turned around.

Although the flames had been extinguished, a ray of sunlight pierced through the gaps in the dark clouds outside, illuminating the dome and making the interior of the palace less gloomy.

She looked back at the palace gate and walked towards it.

The atmosphere was calm.

But the old cultivator over there simply couldn't calm down.

He came here specifically to subdue a great vengeful ghost in the mortal realm. Although he is not good at fighting as a formation master, with the help of the Empress of this world, who is also at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, he should be able to achieve his goal smoothly.

It has indeed been successfully achieved... but the process was very different from what he had imagined.

Why were the vengeful spirits of this realm able to so quickly master the vengeful flames? And why does our empress also possess the power to manipulate vengeful flames...?

Such aura and power made him subconsciously recall the incarnation of the Vengeful Heavenly Demon Fire that he had met once in the Pure Fire Realm.

Therefore, it's inevitable that a sense of panic would arise in my heart.

Will we still encounter the vengeful demonic fire after escaping the Pure Fire Realm?

His airship was damaged and he had no other external coordinates, so where could he escape to?

While pondering, Shao Xi took out a writing brush as thick as an average person's wrist from his storage bag at his waist, preparing to assume a fighting stance.

The next moment, Xi Heng's voice came:

"Old sir, the vengeful spirit has been dispelled, but I still have some matters that require your assistance, so please remain in the capital for now."

After speaking, she walked past the other person.

Shao Xi remained silent for a while, watching Xi Heng's retreating figure, and suddenly asked:

"You... are you truly the incarnation of the vengeful demonic fire sent to this world?"

"Hmm?" Xi Heng hadn't expected the old cultivator to think the same way, and clicked his tongue in response.

"I manifested myself in the Great Zhao more than ten years ago, and the vengeful demonic fire you mentioned should not have existed more than ten years ago, right? How could it be?"

She remembered that the vengeful fire was a pure fire from the Pure Fire Realm that had recently transformed.

More than a decade ago, the flames of resentment did not exist.

"That is indeed the case... but the resentment remains." The other person seemed hesitant.

"I merely possess the power of the resentment here; it has nothing to do with your Pure Fire Realm."

After Xi Heng finished speaking, he changed the subject:

"However... I do intend to visit the Pure Fire Realm later, and I would appreciate it if you could teach me the spells for piloting a flying boat then."

"..." Shao Xi didn't react for a moment, and asked again, "Go to the Pure Fire Realm?"

"Yes."

"Why?" he asked, puzzled. "That realm has been consumed by the flames of resentment and has now become a scene of hell. Going there will only lead to certain death."

Shao Xi had barely managed to escape from there, and he couldn't understand why anyone would want to go in.

But Xi Heng's idea was actually very simple - she just wanted to familiarize herself with the route during this save file loading, and then go to the Pure Fire Realm to cultivate immortality and practice Qi when she loaded the save file again more than ten years ago.

However, she wouldn't reveal this detail about herself, so she used a different excuse:

"You previously said that there were very few survivors in the Pure Fire Realm, which means there are still survivors, right?"

The other person frowned, still not understanding: "Even so..."

"Although the spirit-locking array over there was burned by the resentful fire, does it still exist?" Xi Heng continued to ask.

Without a word, the other person thought of an absurd possibility.

“Since there is a Spirit-Locking Array and survivors,” the girl continued, “there is still a possibility of cultivating Qi and seeking the Dao in the Pure Fire Realm—I want to go there to cultivate immortality.”

Cultivating immortality

This word, which had echoed in his ears countless times, made Shao Xi feel dazed and surprised once again.

After a while, he finally spoke up to dissuade him:

"The Spirit Locking Array is almost entirely shrouded in resentful flames. Anyone who gets close will be detected by the flames, and the survivors are nowhere to be found... If you go there rashly, you will surely die."

“I have also mastered some of the power of resentful fire, which may allow me to conceal myself and slowly search for survivors.” Xi Heng shook his head: “After all, if I want to cultivate immortality and refine my qi, the only option is to risk going to the Pure Fire Realm… unless you can tell me the location of the other realm.”

The other party remained silent and was unaware.

The doubts I had about Xi Heng had gradually faded away after hearing these startling words.

“Then tell me the coordinates of the Pure Fire Realm and teach me how to pilot the flying boat. Consider it as me being weary of life and going to commit suicide.” The girl adopted a resolute stance, refusing to listen to any advice.

Shao Xi remained silent for a while, and finally asked:

"Knowing that they might die, why would they abandon the peaceful world and go to that dangerous place?"

"Didn't I say it was for the sake of cultivating immortality?"

"Why be so obsessed..." The other person sighed softly, as if regretting Xi Heng's actions, or perhaps lamenting his own.

"Without some obsession, I wouldn't have ended up where I am now." Xi Heng smiled lightly and recited a line with a carefree air: "If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening."

"I could die here at night..." the old man murmured as he stood there.

The girl ignored him and left the hall.

There's no rush to learn the magic to control the flying boat now.

Before that, she wanted to meet with her friends outside to put their minds at ease.

Although I will be leaving soon, I still subconsciously hope to fulfill my final responsibilities.

After calming herself down, Xi Heng stepped out of the palace and saw three figures who held a certain place in her heart waiting for her outside—Senior Sister Hong Miao, Goddess Chi Tian, ​​and her own little princess who had assisted her in handling many political affairs.

Seeing that she was not in danger, the three at the front clearly breathed a sigh of relief.

As for Junior Sister Hongji, she is not here because she needs to run her family business, so she probably doesn't know what happened.

Before leaving, Xi Heng said goodbye to each of them.

Even if you know in your heart that you'll probably be reloading your save file after this trip, there's no need to say or do anything more.

But if we look inward, then it becomes very necessary.

After a moment of contemplation, the girl smiled faintly and waved to the people waiting in front of the main hall, indicating that she was alright.

Then, he leaned over to his younger sister, the princess, and briefly explained the situation inside the palace.

Then he said:

"Now that Aunt Qianqiu has passed away and her body is beneath the throne, let us arrange a more elaborate funeral for her according to royal standards."

Zhao Chuxiao nodded gently. Although she had been taken care of by Zhao Qianqiu when she was young, she hadn't seen him for a long time and didn't really feel it anymore.

“Also… I’m leaving here,” Xi Heng suddenly said.

"leave?"

Because she didn't conceal her voice, Senior Sister Hongmiao and Chen Fenghuo, who were standing nearby, could also hear her and approached to ask:

"Where?"