Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Xi Heng carefully raised his sword and parried the attack, but he did not expect that his opponent would take advantage of the blocked sword, turn around and strike from another direction.

Her body stiffened again as her senior sister's sword landed beside her neck.

If you go any further, just a few centimeters, your head might fall off.

"In addition, your eyesight should not only focus on the enemy's upper body, but also on changes in their footsteps. Continue!"

Hong Miao seemed to have gotten into the swing of things, and before Xi Heng could react, she slashed down with her sword again.

Clang——

Xi Heng raised her hand to block, but Senior Sister Hong Miao quickly leaned in and struck her in the chest with her right elbow.

The girl let out a muffled groan and took two steps back.

“Even if your weapon is blocked, the enemy can still get close and attack with their fists and feet, which can sometimes be more dangerous than weapons. Remember this,” Hong Miao said.

Xi Heng has practiced swordsmanship for so long, there's no way he wouldn't know this basic thing about sword fighting.

She rubbed her flat chest and muttered a small complaint.

"You were too fast..."

"You're too slow." Hong Miao shook her head.

"You must use your eyesight to anticipate the enemy's moves and identify the flaws in their techniques before they are executed, so that you can strike first and seize the opportunity to win in one move."

"It's too difficult to pay attention to so much in an instant."

"That requires a lot of hard work and practice; that's what martial arts are all about." Hong Miao twirled her sword beautifully again, then struck at her once more.

Throughout the day, Xi Heng and Senior Sister Hong Miao exchanged countless blows.

At first, he couldn't even block a single move, but gradually he was able to block two or three moves, and finally, he was able to block five moves at once.

After practicing from morning till sunset, Xi Heng, exhausted, finally let out a sigh of relief when Senior Sister Hong Miao finally said the word "end".

The extremely tense and exciting sword fight not only left her body sore and tired, but also made her head buzz from the constant startling and intense thinking and concentration.

Xi Heng just wanted to get to his bed and sleep as soon as possible to recover from his mental and physical exhaustion.

……

The next morning, Xi Heng dressed and tidied his appearance in front of the mirror before leaving the Sword Academy with Senior Sister Hong Miao.

She had originally planned to go to the martial arts tournament venue by herself today, but her senior sister said she also wanted to come and see the excitement, so she followed along.

The martial arts tournament is being held in the central city, not far from the Red Thread Sword Academy, just a brisk walk of about ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the edge of the venue.

Since Jinshicheng had never held such a martial arts tournament before, the venue was a stage in the city. The original stage was transformed into a circular fighting arena, and many sandbags were placed underneath to make it more stable. Later, simple patterns of Yin and Yang and Bagua were drawn on it, and flags representing various martial arts schools were also erected around it.

A strong wind blew, and various flags fluttered in the breeze, making it look quite like a martial arts tournament.

Several disciples of the Jinsha Palm Martial Arts School stood in front of the venue, greeting the hundreds of spectators who had already lined up in rows.

Xi Heng walked directly to the door, declared that she was a disciple of the Red Thread Sword Academy, and someone led her inside.

Only a few seats were filled in the audience, and many more were still being taken in.

Xi Heng was led to the preparation area, where other martial arts masters of various sizes who were qualified to participate in the martial arts tournament were also present, listening to the organizers explain the rules.

Along the way, she looked around and saw that most of the people were unfamiliar faces, with only a few recognizable.

Representatives or owners of various martial arts schools sat in seats in front of the arena, each with steaming tea in front of them.

She saw Zhang Luoyi.

This person was standing on a high platform overlooking the entire martial arts tournament, looking down at the entire venue.

When Xi Heng looked up at the other person, the other person also noticed his gaze and turned to look at him, their eyes meeting.

After a moment of silence, the man actually waved to her.

A sense of unease crept into Xi Heng's heart.

She had a vague feeling that this martial arts tournament wouldn't proceed smoothly.

..............................

Chapter Twenty-Four: Full of Errors

Jinshi City, martial arts conference.

The audience entered and took their seats, and a loud-voiced martial artist announced the start of the martial arts competition.

Xi Heng had already checked the order of today's martial arts competition during the waiting time.

Today, she is fighting a disciple from a small martial arts school called "Chop the Horse Knife." Tomorrow will be her official match against a disciple from the Green Pine Sword School.

Gradually, the first round of matches in the martial arts tournament began.

Xi Heng and Senior Sister Hong Miao sat together on the back of the preparation platform, watching the martial arts battles on the field and observing the entire martial arts tournament.

As the martial arts competition continued, Senior Sister Hongmiao looked around and whispered, "Sure enough... something's not right with the martial arts competition."

"What do you mean by that, Senior Sister?" Xi Heng asked.

“It shouldn’t be this peaceful. This martial arts tournament is the most important event for all the martial arts schools in the city recently, but there hasn’t been any trouble until the start of the event. It shouldn’t be this quiet,” Hong Miao said in surprise.

"According to Senior Sister, being stable is not right, and being unstable is even more wrong," Xi Heng complained.

“Something shouldn’t have been wrong to begin with. Most of the people in the martial arts school harbored resentment, but now it seems like their resentment has suddenly disappeared.” As Hong Miao spoke, her gaze, which had been sweeping around, suddenly stopped on one spot.

She said softly:

"Also, there seem to be people from Donghuangmei Mountain here. Things never go well where they go."

Xi Heng already knew this.

She hesitated for a moment, then spoke to her senior sister:

"Speaking of which, Senior Sister, do you know about the Jinghong Sect?"

“Why are you suddenly bringing this up? That’s a major righteous sect, everyone in the martial world knows it,” Hong Miao replied.

"The sect leader of Jinghong Sect stationed in Jinshi City, that woman named Zhang Luoyi, is also a martial artist from Huangmei Mountain." Xi Heng revealed the information he knew from his previous life.

The reason I didn't talk about being challenged earlier was because Xi Heng had already resolved the matter with force, so I didn't say much.

Upon seeing this person again, I was reminded of him.

Senior Sister Hongmiao asked in confusion, "How did you know?"

"I knew from the beginning." Xi Heng yawned, unwilling to say more.

"That's troublesome." Senior Sister also looked up and instantly spotted Zhang Luoyi: "She was involved in the previous challenge, and she's also participating in today's martial arts tournament. There are also quite a few Huangmei Mountain martial artists around... They've set their sights on the martial arts schools in Jinshi City. I wonder what they're planning."

“Isn’t Huangmei Mountain a large organization where martial artists gather to rebel against the imperial court? If they’re targeting martial artists, they must be trying to recruit them,” Xi Heng said, offering the most obvious guess.

“It’s not that easy…” Hong Miao shook her head slightly: “The larger martial arts schools are all tied to the big families in the city. And the big families are subject to the restrictions and limitations of the government. Huang Meishan can’t just separate the martial artists and take them away.”

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know, and I don't need to know." Hong Miao skipped over the topic and said directly to Xi Heng, "I think the moves used by the martial artists in this martial arts tournament are relatively conservative, and there are no killing moves. If you don't want to stay here for long, just deliberately lose the first match and then admit defeat and leave... That way, Huang Meishan can do whatever he wants in this martial arts tournament."

"No, I've practiced diligently for over ten days; I have to show off a few skills." Xi Heng didn't want to let his efforts go to waste.

"However, Senior Sister should still return to the Sword Academy to stabilize the situation."

She wants to take responsibility for her own choices.

Before asking the question, Hong Miao already knew that Xi Heng would give such an answer, and said calmly, "What's the point of staying in the Sword Academy? It's better to stay here and watch what might be a big show."

"Didn't Senior Sister say she preferred self-cultivation?" Xi Heng complained.

“But who doesn’t enjoy watching a good show?” Hong Miao smiled faintly.

During their casual conversation, the winner on stage had already been decided.

After sending the contestant off the stage, the loud-voiced martial artist who was in charge of the martial arts tournament announced Xi Heng's name.

Xi Heng stepped onto the ring and exchanged fist salutes with his opponent.

The person who was going to fight her was a tall and strong man who used a sword, but the moves he used were just an obscure third- or fourth-rate sword technique.

However, since it was Xi Heng's first time competing in the arena, he did not underestimate his opponent because of his unknown martial arts skills. Instead, he carefully observed every detail of his opponent's movements and posture.

Following her senior sister's instructions from the previous day, she tried to anticipate the enemy's moves by observing subtle actions.

The burly young man bent down, swung his sword, and leaned back, gathering his strength. His eyes were fixed intently on the scene. The blade was pointing diagonally upwards. He shifted his weight forward, his left hand, which was not holding the sword, slapped forward first, followed by his right arm, which was holding the broadsword. At the same time, he shouted loudly:

"Accept!"

The blade pressed down first, then turned to the left, and the blade, along with the right foot, suddenly turned and leaped up.

He spun in mid-air, the greatsword slashing down towards Xi Heng with tremendous force—

However, at this moment, Xi Heng had already raised his rapier and pointed it at the enemy's neck.

The swordsman's eyes widened, and he immediately lost his momentum, hastily lowering his sword in an attempt to block the thrust.

However, the blade suddenly slashed downwards again, the cold light of the sword flashing and disappearing in an instant.

The girl took a half step back to dodge the incoming broadsword, while the swordsman stumbled and landed on the ground, his legs slamming into the ground with a thud, nearly causing him to fall. At the same time, he groaned in pain from his chest and abdomen.

The man quickly looked down at his chest and abdomen, only to see that his clothes, which ran from his shoulders to his abdomen, had been torn by a sword wound. As if just realizing what was happening, a long, thin crack appeared in the solid flesh beneath the clothes.

The crevice began to turn colorless, then gradually oozed blood, which quickly filled the crimson area and congealed into a red line.

"I accept the challenge, you've lost." Xi Heng shook his head in disappointment and stepped back away from the arena.

This person's moves look fierce, but they are actually quite crude.

Using momentum to intimidate ordinary martial artists might work, but once you see through their moves, you'll find they're full of flaws.

Once a weakness is found, one can exploit it and strike with a single blow to defeat the enemy.

After yesterday's training, Xi Heng can now easily see through these crude and fierce moves—due to the difference in their skills, the outcome is decided in an instant.

"..." The man stared speechlessly at the blood flowing out of him and staining his clothes red.

"The warrior with the cleaver has received the sword! Defeat is certain; the victor will be the Red Thread Sword." A resounding voice announced this.

Xi Heng walked directly off the stage and returned to Senior Sister Hong Miao's side on the preparation stage.

"how?"

“Easy,” Xi Heng replied. “The techniques my senior sister taught me are very advanced; I can easily defeat most people.”

"Don't be arrogant. This is just one of the tricks. As long as the enemy's moves are so complicated that you can't see through them in a short time, you will be in trouble again."

"Senior sister is right, but today's battle is over, let's go." Xi Heng felt bored and yawned slightly.

"It's not easy for Jinshi City to have a martial arts tournament, let me watch a little longer." Hong Miao struck a relaxed pose.

……

At noon, the morning session of the martial arts competition ended, and Xi Heng finally managed to drag his senior sister out of the martial arts tournament.

Amidst the bustling traffic, the young girl looked around at the various inns and shops, and suddenly said:

"Let's not go back to the hospital early... How about we eat out?"

"I didn't bring any money." Hong Miao, who was in charge of the Sword Academy, spread her hands.

"I'll pay..."

"Then thank you very much, Junior Sister." Senior Sister smiled gently, her gaze sweeping around before settling on the tallest and most ornately decorated restaurant in the distance. "Let's go to Juxian Pavilion; it's been a long time since I've been there."

"Okay..." Xi Heng was a little flustered when faced with his senior sister who had suddenly become interested.

Hong Miao then took Xi Heng's left hand and jogged over there.

Xi Heng stumbled and used some strength to steady himself before disappearing into the crowd with his senior sister.

Two young girls dressed as swordsmen weaved through the crowds on the main road, their clothes fluttering gently with each step, like two pale pink flowers swaying in the spring breeze.

Xi Heng followed closely behind his senior sister, capturing that fleeting moment of her silhouette in his eyes:

Her neat black hair was tied into a ponytail, which made her skin appear even whiter. Her beautiful figure moved freely as she walked through the crowd of people dressed in various styles, just like a butterfly fluttering among flowers.

This person's existence is like a spring breeze, blowing through the dusty, mundane world and bringing a moment of vibrancy.

They entered the restaurant and sat on a balcony near the balcony.

A string of small red lanterns hung on both sides, the thin red threads hanging from the lanterns swaying slightly.