Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Even if her enemies were more adept at using resentment than she was, they could not make up for her natural disadvantages.

She can devour the other person's resentment simply by using her resentment fire, and then slowly digest or accept it afterward.

Before him, the vengeful fire fox head tore and bit repeatedly, gnawing away pieces of flame from the enemy's body.

The enemy initially tried to struggle, sending out a large number of vengeful spirits to roar and counterattack, but this offensive was completely ineffective against the Fire Fox, and could not even block it for a moment.

Even if the headless monster extends its sharp claws and legs to attack, it will only be devoured by the fox head.

As the flames dwindled, the color of the fire faded further.

A woman covered in wounds fell out of the giant's body and crashed to the ground.

Xi Heng looked over and saw the mortal saintess struggling to sit up with her right hand, which was covered in burn marks. A resolute expression appeared on her face as she slowly opened her mouth and said:

“If you kill me today, the grievances of the mortals will have nowhere to accumulate, and will flow into the fire of hell to corrupt my elder sister and turn her into a demon... No matter what, you will not succeed.”

Her scarred skin gradually turned a charred black, as if something was smoldering inside her.

Cracks appeared on the limbs, from which flowed the color of magma.

"The true understanding of this world is the fusion of nature and great resentment. Forcibly separating them is nothing but self-deception." Her voice grew weaker and weaker, and her body began to burn from the inside out.

The life force quickly faded, and Xi Heng, lacking medical skills, had no way to revive it.

In just two or three seconds, the physical body transformed into a ball of flame, slowly burning.

Many vengeful spirits, invisible to mortals, floated out from the flames and drifted away.

Xi Heng came to his senses and continued to control the giant fire fox as it rushed toward the corpse, devouring the vengeful spirits that drifted out from it.

The body engulfed in flames burned and eventually died.

"It couldn't be saved..."

After speaking to himself, Xi Hengmo recalled what this person had said earlier.

The other party said that Yin Wanluan's physical body was destroyed and that she needed the physical body of this mortal saintess to be reborn.

Now that he has failed to protect this body, can Yin Wanluan be resurrected?

"There should be some alternative options... For example, my dual-body fighting technique might be useful?" The white-haired girl tilted her head and thought for a moment, then waved her hand and said, "It doesn't matter."

She suddenly recalled the bizarre scene of the Heavenly Demon Fire being extracted from her father, the vice-leader, in her previous life. Perhaps by sacrificing that vice-leader, her original body could be reborn.

Even if not, in her next life, all those who have died will be reborn.

After relaxing, Xi Heng noticed the saintess's corpse, which was still spawning vengeful spirits and being devoured by the fire fox.

She knew she couldn't let this pile of resentment flow into Hellfire—the massive influx of resentment might disrupt their plans there.

"Speaking of which, why are there so many vengeful spirits inside seemingly ordinary people?" Xi Heng recalled a name the other person had mentioned:

"The one who accumulates resentment in his body is someone who stores resentment in his body... The Fire Hell cultivators seem to be quite knowledgeable about resentment and have already established a method to suppress or alleviate it."

"Is the duty of the Holy Maiden of the Pure Fire Sect to bear resentment, or is it that the entire Yin family has this duty?"

"However, the resentment brought about by thousands of years of sacrifices seems to have pushed this means of relief to the brink of collapse," the girl silently guessed.

Before him, the flames on the surface of the corpse gradually subsided, and the various vengeful spirits no longer emerged, revealing the emaciated body inside, completely charred.

The vengeful fire fox had also finished eating, and turned to look at her.

"Never mind, there's no need to think about it too much." Xi Heng shook his head gently and raised his hand to withdraw the resentful fire he had released.

The giant fire fox gradually transformed into flowing pure red flames, which slowly flowed back around her.

At the same time, the resentment absorbed by the crimson flames flowed back into the body.

By bearing these resentments and seeing their memories and the experiences of that mortal saintess, one can obtain the answers to these questions.

At the same time, it can also amplify her resentment.

"It's time to go into seclusion..." the girl muttered to herself, feeling the suppressed resentment within her.

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Volume 1: Chapter 228, Old Light and Shadow

In the dilapidated city of the Holy Altar, not far to the left of the collapsed central temple, in front of the door of the Holy Maiden's residence.

Xi Heng stepped over the irregularly shaped white stone fragments, glancing sideways at the fringe tree in the front yard that was blooming with white flowers.

Layers of white piled up on the broad, dark brown trunk, making the tree look as if it had brought down the clouds from the sky.

She led the Xuan Tian Sect army to this point, having already captured a large area of ​​the Divine Capital Altar. Only a few stubborn fanatics who had decided to fight to the death were still putting up a reluctant resistance.

Seeing that the scales of victory had completely tipped in his favor, Xi Heng gave some simple instructions and then ignored the current situation on the battlefield. He simply came here to prepare for his secluded cultivation.

Stepping over the threshold, I entered the main house.

The place is peaceful and quiet, with simple furniture; it looks like just a slightly larger ordinary priest's residence.

Xi Heng flicked his fingertips, drawing a house-cleansing talisman and pushing it forward.

The already clean and simple living room was transformed into a spotless and dust-free place in a short period of time.

Then, she casually grabbed a prayer cushion, sat down cross-legged, closed her eyes, ignored the sounds of battle outside, and focused only on her inner self.

Ever since she killed the vengeful spirit, the resentment stored in her heart has been swirling in the air.

Only in this way can the large amount of resentment and hatred that has just been devoured be bound within the flames of resentment, preventing it from infecting the whole body.

However, this behavior will also continuously consume a certain amount of mental energy.

You need to accept and process your resentment in order to stabilize your internal condition.

The girl then made a few more finger gestures, flicking her fingers to create a simple sensing array that covered an area of ​​several hundred meters.

Subsequently, soundproof arrays and small-scale protective arrays were drawn.

With everything prepared, consciousness sinks to the bottom of the mind.

Due to the advancements Kenshin made several months ago, her mental space has become more detailed and its area has expanded several times over, resembling a small world.

Upon arriving in the vast, white spiritual space, he casually waved his hand, and the shape of resentful flames bloomed in the air.

The enormous flames of resentment resembled a deep red fireball burning in all directions, yet they were twisted and contorted by some kind of constraint and attraction.

The two contradictory transformations of convergence and overflow converge on the same object, yet appear strangely harmonious.

Xi Heng reached out his hand toward the vengeful fire and twisted it in the opposite direction of its rotation.

The flames of resentment ceased their movements for a moment, and at the same time, a vengeful spirit that had been squeezed out from its center slowly floated out and was caught by her outstretched hand.

The moment a vengeful spirit gets close, it will unleash a powerful mental attack.

However, with her mental strength, she could remain unharmed even if surrounded and attacked by several ordinary vengeful spirits for over a hundred days.

Xi Heng held the hideous resentment in his hand and silently sensed and probed it.

This is a resentment born from a desire to avenge the wrongful death of a loved one, but ultimately failing to achieve it.

Because their relatives were killed by the Purification Cult, the Purification Cult will naturally do everything in its power to protect its own people in order to uphold the sect's reputation.

This man went to the altar and the capital to seek justice, but no one believed him. People only believed what the sect said to be true, and labeled him a heretic who slandered the sect. He was imprisoned for several months.

After his release from prison, he disguised himself as a pilgrim during a grand ceremony. Just before stepping into the flames of resentment, he proved his innocence by taking a dagger and slitting his throat, staining the altar with blood.

The crowd fell silent, and the sacrificial ceremony ended inconclusively due to this ominous event.

Although the person's physical body died, his will remained, transforming into intense resentment that was captured and absorbed by the mortal saintess.

In order to quell the resentment, the saintess secretly executed the priest of the Fire Purification Cult who had committed the crime. However, this peaceful outcome did not satisfy the resentment; at most, it only diminished it slightly.

“When that person proved his innocence with his death, the resentment had been intensified to a deep level, and simple revenge was no longer enough to quell it… The only way to truly appease this resentment is through destruction and radical change,” Xi Heng observed.

The order of the mortal world is not perfect. If its flaws lead to bloodshed, they can easily breed corrosive resentment. Because of the inherent limitations and frameworks of the order itself, such resentment will only become stronger and cannot be erased.

This is similar to insects boring into a tree trunk. The tree itself has no ability to get rid of the pests, and the insect-infested areas will only continue to grow.

If this continues, the woodworms will keep gnawing at the heart and roots of the tree, eventually destroying the entire tower of order from its very foundation.

However, today, with her leading a large army to the southern border, destroying the sacred altar of the capital, and slaughtering countless priests, it's like throwing a fire to burn the trees, while also killing the pests within.

This resentment has thus faded somewhat, to the point where it can be accepted and digested.

Xi Heng, having seen all the hatred and resentment, promised to destroy the entire Pure Fire Sect in the future, and thus successfully brought them in.

Then, he drew out a few more from the swirling flames of resentment and silently cupped them in his hands.

Most other forms of resentment and hatred are similar.

The resentment absorbed by the mortal saintess was all earthly evil and hardship, not the deep hatred of the pilgrims who fell into hell.

Most of these grudges from the mortal realm had diminished after the conquest of the Holy City, and it would be easy for her to process them.

Resentment flowed like water across her clean white hands, then transformed into strands of deep red flames that converged with the fire of resentment, causing it to grow stronger.

During her exploration and perception of resentment, she also witnessed some rather peculiar scenes.

“Indeed, there are many evil cultivators in the Hellfire who come to the mortal realm to cause trouble... using the lives of mortals as resources to nurture spiritual artifacts, magical weapons, or other spiritual objects and cultivation techniques.” Xi Heng saw that many sources of resentment were related to this.

It is conceivable that even mortal saintesses would be troubled by these resentments and hatreds, so they often issue missions to punish evil cultivators, but because they need to stabilize the situation, they cannot make this matter public.

Or perhaps, allowing cultivators to come to the mortal realm and use mortals to cultivate or refine spiritual objects is simply an unwritten tacit understanding among cultivators in the Fire Hell.

Recalling the attitude of the Fire Hell cultivators towards mortals, she felt that her guess should be correct.

"In the eyes of most cultivators, mortals are mostly inferior beings, and some even regard them as domesticated livestock... The only exceptions are the Yin family."

These two holy maidens bear the resentment of a great number of mortals, thus they can empathize with mortals, hate evil practitioners, and even hate the pure fire itself.

"No wonder Yin Wanluan, the young lady of the Fire Hell, yearns for freedom and equality... With these grievances as a foundation, it is only natural that she would act this way."

"The mortal saintesses share the same understanding, but the answers they arrive at after thinking about it are not the same."

Xi Heng remembered the saintess's words before her death: "The true meaning of this world".

"She wanted to integrate the great grievances with nature, rather than forcibly separating them..."

She briefly pulled herself back to reality and opened her eyes slightly to look at the outside world.

"What would it be like if this world were to merge with resentment?" She always felt it would be a bad world.

Countless vengeful spirits may transform into evil spirits and be resurrected in a bizarre way, wreaking havoc on the world, or they may become a ghost army that kills the living.

After indulging in a few random fantasies, Xi Heng returned to his mental world to continue absorbing and processing the many grievances before him.

Within the refining chamber, one is unaware of the passage of days and months, or the changing of time.

As a cultivator who usually spends a year and a half in seclusion, and influenced by the dragon's concept of time, she had never paid attention to how much time had passed.

He simply and silently refined his resentment until the very end.

At the very heart of all the resentment, a most extraordinary grievance was suddenly discovered.

"The grievances of a mortal saintess...?" the girl murmured to herself, reaching out to accept the touch.

Then I saw a story about a saintess named Yin Zigan, whose appearance resembled Yin Wanluan, who was led to the ancestral temple by her father, Yin Xiangsheng, when she was twelve years old.

Her father took her to the ancestral temple to pay homage to their ancestors, and carefully read about the deeds of these Yin family ancestors as if reciting a genealogy.

After a brief introduction, we continued inside, stepping onto rough stone steps to enter a basement.

Upon reaching the end, a kind-looking old man appeared before you.

Xi Heng had also met this person before—the current leader of the Fire Prison Pure Fire Sect, who was also the uncle of Yin Wanluan and Yin Zigan, Yin Xuhui.

By sensing the resentment and memories of the mortal saintess, she learned that the Yin family's method of inheritance was somewhat special.

Simply put, the eldest son inherits the position of leader, but cannot have any descendants, while the second son occupies the position of vice leader to continue the family line.

For nearly a century, this generation of the Yin family has followed this rule, with the eldest brother, Yin Xuhui, serving as the leader of the sect, and the second son having two daughters.

Xi Heng couldn't quite understand why this was the case, but she didn't care.

She gazed at this hazy memory, thinking to herself that the number of people in the main branch of the Yin family was truly small.

Despite being the most powerful clan in Hellfire, they only have four members—at least four living people.

There are many other ancestral tablets, and you can also vaguely see a few white stone coffins with talisman patterns painted on their surfaces.

"Furthermore, it seems that the lifespan of this Yin family member is not very long..."

Ordinary cultivators at the late or peak stages of Foundation Establishment can live to around three hundred years old, while the oldest of these four members of the Yin family is only one hundred years old.

In Yin Zigan's resentful mind, the current leader and deputy leader will also die in a few decades, and she and her elder sister will take their place.