Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

"The Red Thread Sword Academy will be closed and will never reopen." Hong Miao said calmly, "The technique is no longer necessary for me. You should keep it safe... Try to achieve internal strength. If you fail, then forget it."

"Wait, wait." Xi Heng rubbed her temples, not quite understanding what her senior sister was saying: "Senior sister, aren't you teaching swordsmanship anymore?"

“Hmm…” Hongmiao hesitated for a moment before continuing as if she had found an excuse, “I want to accompany the elder on his final journey.”

"And then what?" Xi Heng asked in a whisper that only the two of them could hear.

"I don't know, I haven't thought about it."

Will you continue to stay here?

Hongmiao shook her head again.

"At least tell me where you're going next, so we can still have a chance to meet," she said.

"After that..." Hong Miao pursed her lips, remained silent for a few seconds, and then said in a deep voice, "You don't need to worry about it. I will come to find you."

"Really?"

"..." The senior sister was clearly unsure.

"My senior sister gave me her only internal energy cultivation technique, but she didn't want to talk about what would happen next. She also wanted to stay in Jinshi City, which was about to become a battlefield."

Xi Heng sighed. She didn't want to understand, but she still managed to glean something from what she heard.

"What exactly is Senior Sister going to do?"

Hong Miao knew that her unusual demeanor had been noticed, and after a moment of silence, she finally explained:

"I have some grudges with the general of the Tianliang Army outside the city, and my purpose on this journey is to take revenge."

"Oh." Xi Heng recalled that her senior sister had mentioned this before, but she wasn't optimistic: "But the military commanders must be heavily guarding the area, it's very dangerous, isn't it?"

“I will find the right opportunity.” Hong Miao waved her hand and said, “There’s no need to say more. The elder and I have already made up our minds.”

"Master too...?" Xi Heng was a little unsure of what to say.

Hong Miao nodded slightly, and finally said, "You'd better leave the city as soon as possible. The enemy's forces are overwhelming, and they may be about to attack the city."

Xi Heng hesitated for a moment, then said, "Why don't I stay with my senior sister?"

"...?"

This time, it was Hong Miao's turn to be unable to understand Xi Heng.

Looking at Xi Heng's serious expression, she rarely showed suppressed anger: "You have no grudge against the Tianliang Army, so why do you want to stay? This will only lead to your death, you're foolish!"

"I'm not afraid of dying either," Xi Heng explained.

The more Hong Miao looked, the more she felt that Xi Heng was serious.

"No!" she refused sternly. "Take the sword technique with you and leave. Consider yourself the last successor of our Red Thread Sword. Protect your own safety."

“There are many people who can pass on the torch.” Xi Heng thought of the many senior and junior sisters who had already left the Sword Academy.

"In short, you should go now." Hong Miao took a half step back and changed the subject: "I will teach you the method of hidden strength one last time—to advance to hidden strength, you must first pound your qi and blood, use the abundant qi and blood to push open your tendons and bones, dissipate the power of the skin and flesh and lift the power of the tendons and bones, so that you can control the hardness, softness, lightness, heaviness, speed, emptiness and fullness of sword moves at will. First, you must cultivate the overall strength, then cultivate the strength of the tendons and bones, and then open the belt meridian to guide the overall strength to circulate and coil around the waist, twisting the qi and blood into hidden strength!"

"Huh?" Xi Heng was caught off guard by the other party's sudden words.

"It doesn't matter if you can't remember it now. All these words and all the tips and tricks I've summarized are written in the preface of the manual in your hands. But listen carefully from now on." Senior Sister Hongmiao reached out and pressed on Xiheng's shoulder to bring her back to her senses.

“You have used the Deadly Technique, and after you have mastered the Ming Jin, your blood and qi should be sufficient for the An Jin,” she said. “But to achieve An Jin, in addition to the foundation of blood and qi in the body, you also need to further improve your sword intent.”

"The Red Thread Sword Technique is a sword of slaughter; to improve it, you must kill, kill many..." Hong Miao's voice deepened as she spoke:

"However, you have another option. Since the sword intent you first comprehended was the sword of self-sacrifice, you can try to go through that life-and-death situation again to hone your sword intent... but you must be even more careful in this case."

"Oh..." Xi Heng rarely received such care from her senior sister, so she seemed unable to say anything more.

"It's alright if you can't achieve internal strength." Hong Miao patted Xi Heng's shoulder: "I hope you live a good life."

Xi Heng thought about it and figured that reloading a save file after death could be considered a good way of living, so he nodded in agreement.

"Now take the book and leave. I hope we'll meet again someday, if we still have the chance," Senior Sister Hongmiao said, waving to Xiheng.

Having said so much, it seems that if Xi Heng doesn't leave soon, it will be outrageous.

Xi Heng sighed silently in his heart and nodded slightly.

Only now did Hong Miao manage a slight smile, the kind she usually wore.

"Let's go, Junior Sister."

The soft voice lingered in her ear, yet it added a touch of melancholy to the girl's heart.

The next moment, Xi Heng took the manual, bowed to his master on the sickbed, then bowed to his senior sister in the same way, and then slowly retreated.

Just as they took two small steps back, a chaotic howling sound suddenly came from the distant sky.

'Whoosh—'

The sound was like the sound of the wind, yet it also had a certain sense of breakthrough.

Xi Heng quickly moved past the location where he heard the sound, and when he looked in that direction, he heard another explosion-like roar.

Like thunder in the sky, or the roar of a giant beast, the explosion ripped apart the deathly silence on the surface of the city.

"The siege has begun." Hongmiao looked through the window and clearly saw what was making the loud noise.

A huge, round boulder crashed into the city, sending rubble flying and dust billowing everywhere.

The building collapsed and shattered, with wood chips flying everywhere, beams broken and tiles falling.

As screams and cries of fear rose from the outside, more and more boulders began to make noise.

They either landed on the city walls or flew over the top of the walls and crashed into them, adding even more chaos to the already disorderly city of Jinshi.

Hong Miao nudged Xi Heng.

Xi Heng pursed his lips, obeyed the order, and turned to leave.

She stepped out of the house and looked up to see the huge rock streaking across the sky like a meteor.

Looking back at the distant city wall, I don't know if it was because of spilled oil or something else, but the place was already ablaze with fire that could illuminate the dark clouds in the sky, and thick black flames kept rising.

"It's time to go..."

The commoners who originally lived in the houses in the city also began to flee with their children and all their treasures.

Before leaving the Red Thread Sword Academy, Xi Heng turned back one last time to firmly remember the scene inside and outside the academy.

After looking at it, she stepped away from the place.

In this lifetime, I will probably never see Senior Sister Hongmiao and that cheap master again.

However, Xi Heng wasn't that heartbroken.

After all, this farewell today is not a final goodbye. Whenever he wants to meet them again, he can reload his save and return to the Red Thread Sword Academy.

However... we just need to get to know each other again.

Xi Heng tightened the bag at his waist, and then flew to a city gate near the north.

The Tianliang army attacked the city by surrounding three sides and leaving one side open, with the northern city gate still wide open, giving the people inside a glimmer of hope.

……

Outside, the entire city was in a state of chaos.

People were fleeing in panic, and almost everyone on the streets was running quickly northward.

Even though there was no fire attack, many places were still on fire.

The scoundrels took the opportunity to kill and plunder, and there were even martial artists among them.

Some large and small families had their own bodyguards and thugs who were unable to resist, and some even joined these robbers in robbing their patriarchs.

The presence of spies from the Tianliang Army, wearing blue turbans, further exacerbated the already chaotic situation in the city.

People fled in panic toward the northern city gate, cried out and screamed as they were attacked by bandits, and the noise became increasingly chaotic, creating a scene resembling a living hell.

The few constables and yamen runners patrolling the streets were no match for the chaos, and many of them even scattered along with the civilians.

After leaving the Red Thread Sword Academy, Xi Heng was spotted by several thugs and hooligans while walking down the street.

She beheaded two more people with her sword, and the people surrounding her immediately scattered.

Immediately afterwards, Xi Heng stopped walking on the street and instead leaped onto the rooftops, jumping up and down like a swallow, making it faster and less congested.

There were other martial artists around her who were also stepping on the rooftops, mostly in twos and threes.

As soon as Xi Heng used her lightness skill, she vaguely felt several strange gazes fixed on her.

Looking back, three figures dressed in black robes approached from the side.

The girl frowned slightly and quickened her pace, trying to leave these people behind.

But for some reason, the three men seemed to have their eyes on her and were chasing after her.

One of them was clearly better at light footwork than Xi Heng; instead of increasing the distance, they got closer and closer.

"Who goes there?" The girl stopped helplessly on the edge of a high rooftop, drew her sword and faced the attacker.

"Guardians of Huangmei Mountain!" The three men in black robes made no attempt to conceal their identities and landed on the rooftop, keeping their distance from Xi Heng.

He first casually clasped his hands in greeting, then asked, "You appear to be a local martial artist from Jinshi City. We have come to invite you wandering martial artists to join the Huangmei Mountain Army!"

"What if I don't want to?" Xi Heng didn't have a good impression of Huangmei Mountain, and she wouldn't join without enough benefits.

"If you are unwilling, then please offer up the martial arts techniques you have learned!" The other party was not surprised at all, and his voice gradually turned cold: "We have another purpose for coming here, which is to collect the martial arts techniques in Jinshi City!"

As expected, these martial artists from Huangmei Mountain were always up to no good.

“I don’t have any cultivation techniques, you’ve come to the wrong person!” Xi Heng said seriously.

“Which of the martial artists in the city who are only starting to flee now isn’t a successor of a martial arts technique? I saw that you came from the direction of the Red Thread Sword Academy, and you are a female martial artist, so you must have the Red Thread Sword Technique!” the black-robed man whispered.

Before Xi Heng could respond, another man in black beside him called out, this time in a female voice:

"There are already few successors of your kind of small-school sword techniques. After the Battle of Jinshi City, they may be buried in the dust of history. Why bother hiding them?"

"The martial arts principles upheld by Huangmei Mountain are 'harmony and coexistence, openness and inclusiveness.' We have come to inquire about martial arts techniques not out of covetousness, but to incorporate them into the Zhutian Martial Pavilion, so that martial artists can study and learn from them, drawing on the strengths of others and embracing diversity!" The man advised, "I see you are young and vigorous. Why be like those old fellows, bound by rigid rules and clinging to your own little ways, without caring about the development of the great path of martial arts?"

"I already said no," Xi Heng continued to lie.

The other party, however, did not believe it: "Our Huangmei Mountain has more than a dozen martial arts manuals for the Transformation Realm. Your small sect's swordsmanship being incorporated into the Zhutian Martial Pavilion is also a kind of inheritance—I'll ask you one last time, will you hand it over or not?!"

"Can't you understand human language?" Xi Heng raised his longsword and assumed a fighting stance.

"Stubborn to the end!" The other party drew a large, gleaming curved sword from his waist. "Then let's settle this once and for all!"

"Come!"

……

Chapter Thirty, Blood Shadow's Ruthlessness

Dark shadows shrouded the sky, and the black, scattered clouds, like a curtain slowly being drawn up on a stage, swallowed the light and shrouded the earth below in gloom.

A hot and humid wind howled past, blowing over the people hurrying through Jinshi City and Xi Heng standing atop a pavilion with his sword.

The people inside the city were filled with fear, while outside the city, the sound of drums and shouts of battle were deafening.

Huge stones crashed against the city wall, creating a thunderous roar.

On the ground, thugs and ruffians rushed out to rob and plunder, chasing after the fleeing civilians.

On the rooftop, lone martial artists like Xi Heng were also being chased by the protectors of Huangmei Mountain.

Most people who were caught up either joined the fray or sacrificed their efforts to save themselves.

Knowing this would happen, Xi Heng changed into simple clothes, hid his sword, and left disguised as a commoner.

That way, if you encounter a robbery on the street, you can at least show off your power with your fists and feet.

Xi Heng clicked his tongue.

The woman in black robes who demanded she hand over her martial arts techniques stepped forward, a cold glint flashing in her hand.

Xi Heng prepared to fight, turning his sword and assuming a fighting stance.

"Take this!" The enemy, wielding a knife in both hands, rushed forward, shattering several gray tiles on the roof.

This person is not physically strong, but rather well-proportioned and sturdy. However, his moves and actions convey a sense of power and strength that is difficult to resist.

The enemy drew close, his hands gripping the hilt of the knife rising and falling with each movement.

The sound of a broadsword whistling past his ears, Xi Heng dodged the attack with a slight step, and then suddenly raised his longsword to stab at the enemy's chest.