Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

"Most of us cultivators can only spend our lives in the narrow place of the Fire Hell. Even if we achieve immortality, few of us will see the vastness of the entire world... because they reject the spiritless environment outside."

"And the cultivators, for the sake of their own tiny, insignificant corner, plan for the entire world's beings... Isn't that repulsive..."

She spoke softly, then looked quietly at Xi Heng, asking as if testing him, "What do you think?"

"Me?" Xi Heng, who was focused on grilling the meat, tilted his head and answered casually:

"This will eventually backfire."

"How could the backlash from mortals harm cultivators?" Yin Wanluan shook her head, relaxed her body, looked up at the starry sky and moonlight, and said softly:

“There were mortals who understood this matter and gathered many resentful people to destroy the Pure Fire Sect, but in the end they were only suppressed by a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and tens of thousands of people were thrown into the Pure Fire... Only by being cultivators themselves, and becoming cultivators, can they do something.”

Her voice grew softer and softer.

Xi Heng blinked for a moment, then tentatively asked, "So, what should we do?"

"I..." the other person began, then fell silent again.

In the end, Yin Wanluan said no more, but picked up a piece of roasted meat that was emitting a hot aroma, slowly put it to her lips, and ended the topic.

"Let's talk about it another time when there's an opportunity."

The voice was extremely soft, like a gentle evening breeze passing by your ear in the night.

……

Ten days later, two girls riding white horses circled a long mountain road and arrived at the vicinity of a village surrounded by many mountains.

The weather has been mostly sunny lately, and the snow on the roads has melted away, leaving only some smooth patches of snow in the shaded areas on the mountainside.

On the way to the village, when passing through the dead wood forest, one can often hear a dripping sound, like a light rain.

That was the sound of snow melting on the branches, the meltwater flowing to the tips of the branches, and then dripping onto the ground.

The roads were mostly muddy. Xi Heng could see the target village in the distance. Before dismounting, he took off his white robe and put it in his saddlebag, revealing his usual red outfit.

"We've arrived." A female voice came from the side: "The enemies here may have Foundation Establishment strength, so don't underestimate them."

“You already said that on the way,” Xi Heng replied casually, casually slinging the phoenix-patterned longsword behind his back and dismounting.

I agreed to carry out this task mainly for the reward of five hundred spirit stones.

She also wanted to take this opportunity to test her improvement after practicing Qi.

“Is that so…” Yin Wanluan also dismounted.

A spiritual light slowly surrounded the saintess, ensuring that her magnificent brocade shoes remained completely untouched by the mud when she stepped on it.

Xi Heng led the horse to a dead tree, tied it up, and looked towards the village ahead.

From a distance of 100 meters from the village, it appears no different from other villages and towns along the way.

It was midday, and the sun was shining brightly without any clouds. The white walls, pale tiles, snow stains, and watermarks all reflected the bright light from the sky.

Smoke slowly rose from the chimney on the roof, and it seemed that there were still townspeople's houses inside.

"It doesn't seem like something terrible has happened." She asked, "Are you sure you haven't come to the wrong place?"

"This is the right place." Yin Wanluan was also a little doubtful, but he was certain that he had not gone to the wrong place.

The two girls walked toward the village entrance and saw an old woman dressed simply, sweeping the muddy ground with a broom, but the more she swept, the dirtier it got.

The broom tip, stained with mud, swept across the silt again and again, leaving fine marks on the ground.

Xi Heng stepped into the village and greeted the old man.

Upon hearing this, the other person suddenly turned around and revealed a strangely pale face to her.

It was as if the body was seriously ill, yet it was forcibly pushing itself to move, with fine sweat dripping from its skin, dry hair, and parched lips.

The two gray-black pupils were unfocused and motionless.

Most strangely, there was a crack between its eyebrows, from which deep black blood oozed out, and at the same time, wisps of black smoke slowly emerged and drifted towards the center of the village.

“You…” The old man sweeping the floor opened his mouth.

After uttering a sound, it took more than ten seconds before he sluggishly continued to speak.

"Are you from out of town?"

“We come from the sacred altar of the capital, having heard that you have encountered evil spirits, and have come to offer our assistance,” said Yin Wanluan, who was standing to the side.

“Evil things… Oh, the capital, the altar.” The old woman lowered her head, repeating these words over and over, then added, “You are from out of town.”

Immediately, the old man grabbed a broom and swung it at them.

The girl flicked her finger easily, and the broom broke in half, sinking into the mud.

The other person was completely unaware and continued to swing the broken piece of wood, about the size of a rolling pin, in his hand.

Yin Wanluan reacted by twisting and clapping her slender fingers.

With a loud thud, the old woman in front of him was smashed as if hit by a car, her bones cracking, before she fell more than ten meters away.

His body sank into the mud on the ground and then remained motionless.

“The true spirits of these mortals have been damaged, are under control, and are unlikely to regain consciousness. There is no need for excessive pity; just release them,” Yin Wanluan said.

Xi Heng didn't expect the other party to be so straightforward.

This suited her thoughts perfectly.

"Okay." She nodded.

Looking further ahead, a large number of townspeople emerged from their homes after hearing the noise.

Upon seeing the two "outsiders," he immediately felt hostility. He grabbed whatever weapon was at hand, such as a pitchfork, stick, hoe, shovel, or hammer, and without saying a word or hesitating, walked towards them.

These people had completely pale faces, and their foreheads were cracked, from which black smoke emanated.

Without shouting or expressing any emotion, and without even blinking, they simply charged straight at him like fools, weapons in hand.

Xi Heng waited quietly for them to approach.

Once you're at the right distance, lift your finger and gently swipe forward.

The fingertip moved from left to right, and a shimmering white streak immediately appeared in the air, remaining motionless.

Immediately afterwards, numerous figures of varying heights, builds, and weights crashed into the white mark.

Once touched, it feels as if cut by a sharp blade, the skin is torn open, the flesh is ripped apart, and the bones are shattered and limbs fall off.

Most people are hooked on by the neck, and their entire head immediately loses connection with their body, rolling down.

Even when struck on the shoulder or neck, or directly by a relatively solid face, it was easily cleaved.

Most people fell directly to the ground, unable to resist.

Only those who were small in stature or hunchbacked could approach, but they were all burned to charcoal by Yin Wanluan's fire spell.

With each thud as the bodies collapsed forward, blood seeped from their cross-sections, pooling into pools.

A burst of flames swept over the blood again, evaporating it and leaving behind a pool of ash-like blood residue.

After casting the spell, Yin Wanluan closed her eyes halfway and whispered a prayer.

Xi Heng easily unleashed a few more sword strikes, slaying the remaining enemies around him. Turning around, he heard the other party's prayer and asked curiously:

"What do you pray to?"

In the eyes of mortals, Yin Wanluan was already considered an immortal, and in fact, his status among immortals was quite high.

But she would pray aloud when facing the dead, just like a monk in the mortal world.

The other person gently shook their head: "It's just a habit, don't worry about it."

"Oh." Following the other's words, the girl killed all the enemies in front of her and continued walking towards the center of the village.

Every time you walk just a few dozen meters in this town, you'll encounter a new wave of enemies.

The way these crazed townspeople charged in looked frightening, like zombies from a movie.

However, his physical fitness is actually worse than that of an average adult, and he has no brains; he just grabs things and rushes around recklessly.

Xi Heng didn't even need to draw his sword; he could easily chop off the heads of these things like cutting grass with a flick of his finger.

The two slowly made their way forward, and after experiencing two or three waves of monsters, they arrived at the center of this eerie town.

Here stands a dark-colored tree, several meters tall, from which many dead bodies hang.

The huge, withered tree canopy waved in all directions, and at the end of almost every larger branch, there was a figure with a cloth hood covering their face.

Long ropes were wrapped around the tree trunks, connecting these figures.

There were more than thirty corpses, all of whom had their hands tightly bound and had been forcibly hanged.

The cold winter wind blew, making the corpses hanging from the trees sway and sway, like red lanterns hanging on trees or eaves during the Lantern Festival.

As the person sways, the trees themselves will emit a faint sound, like the rustling of leaves.

Beneath the large tree, a group of gaunt figures knelt, raised their hands in prayer, and chanted a cacophony of prayers.

They swayed like hanged ghosts above, carried by the cold wind, as if they would fall to the ground at any moment.

But as the two girls drew near, the figures suddenly paused, shifted their stiff bodies, and turned to look.

The humanoid figures near the black trees had larger brow slits and emitted more black mist.

It is clearly visible that these black wisps are all extending towards the black tree.

The black energy seeped into the dark tree trunk, causing the raised stripes on the trunk to pulsate slightly, like the veins on a human body.

“This is the Tree of Miasma and Vengeance…” Yin Wanluan frowned slightly:

"The cause of this disaster is that an evil cultivator used human spirits and lives to create demons and ghosts. The evil cultivator who can create this item must have at least the mid-Foundation Establishment stage power... We should not stray too far apart to avoid being ambushed."

"Hmm." Xi Heng's expression remained natural.

Let alone a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, she was confident she could easily kill even a late-Foundation Establishment cultivator.

With the help of the Holy Maiden of the Pure Fire Sect by her side, she could fight even a Grand Cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage.

Furthermore, in the absence of spiritual energy in the outside world, cultivators' strength will inevitably decline to some extent, but as a martial artist, her strength will not change much.

"Don't worry, I'm still pretty strong."

"Evil cultivators who have reached the Foundation Establishment stage all possess strange and unusual techniques; do not be arrogant." When it came to the actual battle, Yin Wanluan was quite serious.

Ahead, the gaunt human figures who had been praying by the big tree opened their mouths, almost tearing their lips apart, before roaring out a strange sound like a tiger's howl.

As the sound waves reverberated, the hanged ghost on the dark trees behind them swayed more violently.

At the same time, thick black mist rose from the surface of the tree branches, flowing along the veins of the branches towards the corpse hanging from the branches.

“It’s like resentment…” Xi Heng muttered to himself.

She can also release similar black energy, and resentment can be ignited from the black energy.

The hanged corpse, imbued with resentment, suddenly snapped its drooping hands and feet into claw-like shapes, breaking free of the ropes with inexplicable force.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the rope that had hanged him from above and used black energy to create sharp claws to cut it off.

Dozens of humanoid monsters with inexplicable strength and resentful claws fell to the ground in various poses after cutting the ropes that had hanged them.

As soon as he got up after landing, Chao Xiheng charged at him like a hunting dog, barking loudly.

Their heads were tightly wrapped in coarse cloth masks, and the roars they emitted were rough and dull, making them unpleasant to listen to.

The white-haired girl drew her longsword, adjusted her posture for a moment, and then took a step forward.

With a light swing of the blade, a bright line of fire is drawn in the air, triggering a violent explosion.

A deafening roar accompanied by a burst of light erupted, and flames engulfed several enemies.

However, in the next instant, the corpse-like ghost, engulfed by the flames, broke through the fiery shroud and continued to pounce with its sharp claws.

Xi Heng clicked his tongue, and a white, fiendish sword aura emanated from his blade.

Wherever the White Demon touched, flesh was torn apart and bones flew everywhere.

Two or three ghostly figures attacked, but were cut in half at the waist with a single sword strike.

"As expected, Dan Jin is still more useful right now..."

The fire technique, generated with the power of the third level of Qi Refining, is temporarily useless.

Seeing dozens of ghostly figures rushing towards him from behind, Xi Hengzhen unleashed a sweeping attack, sending the immense sword energy, like a giant tsunami, hurtling straight towards him.