Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

“Aren’t you the same?” Hong Miao replied.

Xi Heng paused for a moment, then smiled wryly after thinking for a while:

"It really is."

……

After returning to the Sword Academy in the afternoon, the two ate some food from the canteen together before going back to their rooms to rest.

Xi Heng returned to his residence and closed the door.

He silently recited the words "inventory" in his mind, and took out the soft-covered red book from the transparent box that appeared. He then sat down at the desk and began to carefully examine and study it.

"That martial arts master outside seems interested in this book as well... But why? Does he also want to cultivate Qi and achieve immortality?"

"But that person also said that the Heavenly Way had collapsed, and no one could become an immortal."

"...Perhaps it's because this evil book will bring disaster to whoever it falls into. Could it be that he's going to destroy it?" Xi Heng thought to himself, "Then he really is a good person."

“A sincere and devoted person… Did he come to Jinshi City to find someone like that to pass on his skills? That’s why he’s been targeted by many people.”

"Then the technique he was going to pass on must be incredibly powerful, perhaps even a legendary divine skill... It's a pity he didn't pass it on to me." The girl clicked her tongue.

"But it doesn't matter..."

He could reload his save file after death and return to the beginning of his transmigration. Even if he was not destined to learn this kind of cultivation technique in this life, he might have the opportunity to participate in this competition if he learned about it early in the next life and had enough strength.

If you can't win it in one lifetime, try again in another.

She will eventually get what she wants; it's just a matter of time.

Xi Heng looked at the red book in his hand for a while, but couldn't find anything special about the Blood Sea Technique, so he put it back in his inventory.

"Are you going out for a martial arts competition tomorrow? You might run into even more trouble... If you want to play it safe, don't go."

If there were no save/load function and you only had one life, you should definitely stay in the courtyard and practice your sword until this storm passes.

However, this escapist approach can also have some negative effects.

For example, if she gains a bad reputation for breaking her promises in the martial arts world, or if the Green Pine Sword Hall, which has some grudge against her, fails to avenge her at the martial arts tournament, they might come directly to her door to duel her.

Xi Heng did not want the peaceful atmosphere of the Sword Academy to be disrupted.

“Heh… it’s just a martial arts tournament in a small town,” Xi Heng calmed himself down. “I’m someone who has even killed the emperor.”

Xi Heng decided to continue to the martial arts tournament tomorrow.

Perhaps in the martial arts tournament where martial artists gather, she will have the opportunity to learn about unparalleled divine skills, and after reloading her save file, she can gain an advantage when she wants to compete for them.

"Perhaps we can make some preparations for tomorrow... such as getting some flesh and blood, and inscribing a few Blood Sea Technique spells on the back of our hands. If we encounter any unexpected events tomorrow, we'll have two or three more moves to use."

"So, should I go out and buy flesh and blood now? But after buying it, I'll need to find a secluded place to set up an array, and I can't carry it all myself, so I'll have to find a driver to transport it... Besides, the city is full of martial artists today, so setting up an array might expose my spells... Maybe I should just forget about it?"

"I'm so tired today. I'll just circulate my qi and blood for a while and then rest..." Xi Heng rubbed his sore muscles and slowly gave up on the idea.

……

The afternoon was short; it seemed like only a short while before the sky darkened.

Xi Heng circulated his qi and blood throughout his body, gradually calming his emotions and no longer letting the events of the day disturb his mind.

As the sun set, she took off her clothes, quickly washed and tidied herself up, then closed the window, crawled into bed, and went to sleep.

For some reason, when I close my eyes, I often see the image of Senior Sister Hongmiao leading me through the crowds during the day.

Her hair swayed slightly, her clothes rippled, and when they held hands, the warmth of her hand and a faint, indescribable fragrance wafted from it…

Or perhaps it's the cool sensation of a few drops of wine, slightly damp and swirling as you clink glasses together in a restaurant, and they land on your fingers...

It feels somewhat profound.

Xi Heng believes that this is simply a normal feeling, as people instinctively recall their experiences of the day before going to sleep.

The more profound reason is probably that I rarely encounter such unexpected events, so I thought about it several times in my mind.

Nothing special, right?

In the quiet room, the girl drifted off to sleep amidst these little thoughts.

When I woke up again, I did not sleep until the next morning as usual, and I did not hear the chirping of the bluebird or the crowing of the rooster in the distance.

She was disturbed by the noise from the outside world and was woken up with a frown.

Xi Heng raised his hand to rub his eyes, and heard faint screams and cries coming from afar.

The sound was very, very far away, it must have been outside the Red Thread Sword Academy, and it was already pitifully faint by the time it reached my ears...

After listening carefully for a while, Xi Heng was finally able to vaguely distinguish the howling and crying.

"Fire...?" Xi Heng slowly opened his eyes and looked through the window towards the source of the sound.

In the distance, the dark clouds in the sky were tinged with a hazy yellow and a deep red.

Below, a vast expanse of reddish-yellow earth stretched outwards, like a wild beast expanding outwards bit by bit.

The cries and screams of children, along with roars and cries for help, echoed throughout the entire city of Jinshi, accompanied by the howling of flames.

Xi Heng sat on the bed, gazing at the raging fire that was gradually spreading in the distance, feeling completely lost.

What should I do?

Anyway, that fire is still very far away and shouldn't be able to reach here, so why not just lie down and go to sleep?

Not good...

"Tsk."

What's wrong with that? Can't I get up and put out a fire right away?

I am not some extraordinary person, nor do I possess any magical abilities to summon rain or spew water.

At most, she could only save a few lives with her own martial arts skills... Xi Heng did not have the concept that saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. What did the life and death of outsiders have to do with her?

"But, trying to sleep while listening to wails and screams like this probably won't help me fall asleep, right?" Xi Heng yawned.

"Then what should we do?"

The girl was wearing a thin white shirt. The duck sat on the bed, staring blankly at the blazing fire in the distance for a long time.

"Many people must have died in a fire like this," she murmured to herself.

"Not only people, but even livestock such as chickens and ducks cannot escape."

“Then…” Xi Heng said softly, “I might be able to take this opportunity to collect… no, I could directly find some flesh and blood in the fire to set up the ritual of the Blood Sea Great Art, store some spells, and make some preparations for tomorrow’s battle with the warriors of the Green Pine Sword Hall.”

Xi Heng still retained some morality and did not intend to use human flesh and blood directly, but only thought of piecing it together with the flesh and blood of livestock and poultry.

If all else fails, think of some other methods.

……

Chapter Twenty-Six: A Blazing Inferno

The fire roared through the city, raging like a ferocious beast from a myth.

The exquisite, towering wooden pavilions on the commercial street served as excellent fuel, but they couldn't withstand the roaring flames for long before succumbing completely to the fire and turning into flames themselves.

Fire is a raging flood, wreaking havoc wherever it goes, leaving nothing but ashes or smoke.

The more it burned, the faster the fire spread. People frantically splashed water and searched for water, but they couldn't stop the raging fire of this scale at all.

When Xi Heng arrived at the scene lightly armed with his sword, the surrounding buildings had already begun to collapse one after another, and the crashing sound was like a giant hand pushing dominoes.

Nowhere could find a moment of peace; cries, screams, and wails filled the air, with calls for help never ceasing.

As long as people could still walk, they didn't stop fleeing or fighting the fire; as long as people could still speak, they were shouting for help.

The tall building was reduced to ashes and collapsed amidst the flames, the sound of its collapse like the roar of an earthquake.

Then, screams and shouts reached my ears.

Amidst the chaos, it seemed that only Xi Heng stood calmly in the alley, looking up at the towering pavilions adorned with many bright red decorations that had collapsed into ashes and ruins.

A burning plaque bearing the three characters "Juxian Pavilion" crashed to the ground, its golden characters immediately swallowed by the smoldering flames.

The fire started in the city center, but now it has spread to the commercial street. Countless households, big and small, have been awakened by the noise and are getting up in just a thin layer of clothing, angrily shouting to put out the fire.

In the midst of a great disaster, the rich and the poor are not distinguished. Whether they are nobles in restaurants and shopping streets, or government officials and constables stationed nearby, even the night watchmen and countless ordinary people have all devoted themselves to the simple task of putting out the fire.

However, the place was hundreds of meters away from the river, and drawing water from the well was extremely slow. Despite the cries for help, the fire continued to spread, and people's efforts were completely ineffective in the face of such a devastating disaster.

The buckets of water poured out are nothing more than a drop in the ocean.

Looking further up, the raging fire had turned the dark clouds crimson.

Xi Heng took a deep breath and walked steadily into the sea of ​​fire before him, going against the direction of the fleeing crowd.

The intense heat blowing against her body reminded her that she couldn't stay there any longer.

The girl listened carefully to the mournful cries of the chickens, ducks, and poultry that some people hadn't had time to take away, and then leaped towards the backyard of the tavern's attic.

A sudden gust of wind blew through the night sky, its coolness momentarily weakening the howling flames and causing the soaring temperature to drop considerably.

Wow.

A woman remained in the fire for some unknown reason, desperately splashing water from a water vat at the raging flames around her, but it was almost ineffective in the fire.

Xi Heng bypassed the man, listened to the screech of chickens and dogs, used his light-footed movement to leap over the courtyard wall and the burning mulberry tree, and saw the chicken and duck shed in the courtyard.

The thatched hut was ablaze with red flames, revealing a chaotic scene of chickens flying, eggs broken, and charred feathers scattered haphazardly on the ground.

Xi Heng glanced around and saw that there were only two or three dead chickens on the ground. The rest were clucking and flapping their wings, trying to fly away from the shed, and indeed, quite a few had already flown away.

Two or three chickens are simply not enough to complete a sacrifice, not even the simplest blood arrow spell.

But she didn't want to catch chickens in the fire, as it would be too much of a waste of energy and time.

After a moment's hesitation, Xi Heng left the place and continued to run through the streets using his light-footed skills.

She wanted to find an abandoned pigsty or cowshed to obtain a large amount of flesh and blood to cast spells.

Fortunately, the streets of Midtown were wide, and only a few remnants of flames burned along the long avenues, offering little obstruction.

And the night breeze brought a touch of coolness, allowing her to stay in the flames longer.

She continued listening to the animal cries around her, found a pigsty, and immediately stepped inside, only to find that the pigsty was empty.

All the fences had been opened, but some piglets were unable to escape and were roasted alive.

Xi Heng rubbed his forehead, muttering to himself in disappointment, "How come it's so hard to find even a little flesh and blood in a disaster..."

If this continues, she might really have to find a human corpse to use.

“No… Most of the people who died in the fire were trapped inside the building, so finding them would be even more troublesome.” Xi Heng shook his head, and suddenly heard the neighing of horses in the distance.

She looked up immediately and saw a tall, brown-grey horse galloping through the street with a saddle burning on its back.

When the horse encounters an obstacle, it leaps high into the air, and upon landing, it continues galloping.

It seemed to have given its all, and in just six or seven seconds it had already covered a hundred meters.

Xi Heng noticed that the other person still had a rein around their neck, but the other end of the rein had been burned or torn off.

A few seconds later, the brown horse galloped away, and Xi Heng heard neighing coming from the direction the horse had come from, as if there were still horses trapped there.

Without further hesitation, she continued running towards the center of the fire.

The cold wind blew fiercely at night, and the fire seemed to shrink as it got closer to the city center. Many places had been burned to ashes, and the embers on the charcoal were no longer as raging as they were outside.

On the way here, Xi Heng saw many figures lying motionless on the side of the street.

These people had obvious wounds all over their bodies, and there were dried blood pools where they fell, indicating that they did not die from fire but were attacked.

But that was irrelevant to her; she was getting closer and closer to the neighing of the horses.

When Xi Heng found the location and rushed in, the thatched roof of the entire horse stable had been burned to a skeleton, and several horses had fallen to the ground, but the posts that tied the horses were still standing firm.

The reins were tied to wooden posts, some of which were broken, but four or five remained, each attached to a horse lying on the ground with its fur charred.

One of them was still chirping, and despite smelling burnt, it stubbornly refused to die.

Xi Heng drew his long sword from his waist, aimed at the thick neck of the collapsed horse, and slashed down with force.

Blood gushed out, and after a spasm, the horse stopped moving and making no sound.

Xi Heng squatted down, reached out his palm to catch some warm blood, turning his entire hand blood red.

Blood dripped from his fingertips, drawing bizarre and distorted patterns on the ground.