Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

The yamen runners' horses accidentally trampled several people to death while escaping, but no one cared. The even more crowded people swarmed towards the narrow three city gates.

Amid the chaotic and crowded scene, the group at the back of the line, who had lost all hope of leaving, became increasingly agitated and began to ram into the people in front of them.

This frenzy spread rapidly; people knocked each other down and trampled to the ground, ignoring the cries of those beneath them, and continued to rush toward the city gate that represented their hope of escape.

"How could it have been breached so quickly?" Xi Heng remembered that it had only been half an hour since the siege began.

In ancient times, it was rare for a city to be captured in just one or two days, let alone a large city with strong walls. It was not uncommon for a siege to last for months or even years.

"Could it be that with high-level combat power like martial artists, it's possible to bypass the city walls and assassinate high-ranking officials from within?" Xi Heng speculated.

The loss of a leader and the resulting disunity are the reasons for such a disastrous defeat.

"Or perhaps it's all fake news, deliberately spread to cause chaos." Xi Heng silently watched the mess in front of him from the empty back, his mind elsewhere.

She was a martial artist who could leap over city walls with her lightness skill, and these worldly troubles did not affect her.

Xi Heng saw many corpses lying on the ground, trampled and motionless, a scene resembling hell on earth.

She shook her head and said, "It's time to go."

It's a pity that so much flesh and blood has been wasted here.

She didn't have time to sacrifice so many corpses, and in fact, she didn't need much magic.

After speaking, Xi Heng turned and ran towards the towering city wall on the other side, where few people ever went. He channeled his energy into his legs and used his lightness skill to ascend upwards.

Fortunately, her martial arts skills were close to the peak of Ming Jin, and her Qi and blood were in good coordination. Otherwise, if she had made a mistake while climbing the seven or eight-meter-high city wall, she would have fallen in mid-air.

Xi Heng climbed over the city wall and, following the bluish-gray surface, found the official road leading to the capital again.

The road was long and arduous, and countless ordinary people, who still had some wealth, walked together along the wide official road heading north.

Xi Heng did not follow the crowd. After finding the official road, she followed the route in her memory and returned to the village at the foot of Yaowang Mountain where she first started her save file.

After a half-day journey, we arrived at the foot of Yaowang Mountain.

She circled halfway around and finally returned to the village.

It was still dawn, and most of the villagers were still asleep. The rooster crowed loudly towards the first light of dawn in the east, which in turn caused the dogs to bark.

The ground in the village is dry and cracked due to the prolonged drought in recent years, which is the worst this year.

The girl followed the village road and found her room, which she hadn't lived in for two years.

Perhaps because there were many dilapidated houses in the village, her little house was not occupied by anyone else in the village at this moment, and it was covered with a thick layer of dust.

Even after being away for so long, this little room still looks habitable.

"Compared to the living conditions at Red Thread Sword Academy, it's far inferior..."

Xi Heng muttered to himself as he approached the familiar broken wooden table. He brushed the dust off the table and chairs, put down the package in his hand, and took out a book with a dark red cover.

It had only been a day since they parted, but as Xi Heng looked at this manual, he recalled the appearance of Senior Sister Hong Miao.

Unfortunately, Senior Sister Hongmiao was going to seek revenge, and I didn't have enough strength to help her.

"After this life, we probably won't see each other again, right?" Xi Heng muttered to himself, letting out a soft breath.

"No feast lasts forever... No matter how precious something is, it is not truly eternal; everything will eventually change." Xi Heng uttered a few words of insight and silently opened the secret manual in his hand.

The preface to the book had several new sheets of paper inserted inside, written especially for her by her senior sister Hongmiao, containing explanations and tips for breaking through internal strength.

Xi Heng had already heard his senior sister explain the part about Qi and blood circulation, strength, and bone training at the very beginning yesterday, so he will skip it for now.

Next, there was a section about cultivating sword intent.

The concept of "sword intent" is rather esoteric and difficult to describe in words. One can only grasp and comprehend it in crucial moments and cultivate a unique sword intent of one's own.

Many martial arts apprentices who are physically strong enough and can vaguely sense the Qi, yet still struggle to gain power, are simply unable to grasp the 'intention' of their martial arts.

Whether it's the intent of fists, palms, knives, or swords, kung fu is a kind of tempering and evolution within the mind.

Once the apprentice has honed this mental skill, they are very close to entering the realm of true mastery.

However, if one can hone one's own unique will, one will not encounter any bottlenecks before achieving mastery of Ming Jin.

In the Red Thread Sword Technique, the most common way to hone one's sword intent is by killing.

The Red Thread Sword is inherently a sword of slaughter; most of its sword techniques are killing moves, and the others are aggressive offensive moves, all closely related to the word "kill."

Xi Heng remembered that when he first started learning swordsmanship, he asked the elders of the Sword Academy how to quickly improve his martial arts level. The elders said that he should comprehend the sword intent through the sword of slaughter.

"So as long as you kill enough people, you can easily reach the Dark Force level?" Xi Heng muttered to himself.

Turning to the next page of the preface written by his senior sister, he found that Xi Heng's idea was refuted.

The killing ethos revered by the Red Thread Sword is not merely about slaughter.

If you simply swing your sword mechanically, like slaughtering pigs or sheep to chop off people's heads, it will be of almost no benefit to your sword intent and swordsmanship.

Killing is considered an extremely sacred act by the Red Thread Sword School. In the past, the most extreme members of the Blood Thread Sword School would even fast for three days, bathe and burn incense, and pray to their ancestor before preparing to kill.

“Murder is neither a sin nor something to boast about.” Xi Heng recalled a sentence written by his senior sister: “It is something that needs to be treated with seriousness and respect.”

"One must be sincere to the sword and sincere to oneself. If one only kills indiscriminately, it will be difficult to hone and purify the Red Thread Sword Intent."

After reading it, Xi Heng clicked his tongue.

If only killing people at will could increase one's sword intent.

Just like gaining experience points by killing people in a game, you can level up by accumulating them.

"Wholeheartedly, sincerely killing..." As someone who transmigrated from a modern society governed by the rule of law, Xi Heng simply could not understand the kind of mental state described in these eight words.

"Is it the mentality of a mad criminal who sees murder as an art form in those stories?"

Xi Heng still considers himself a normal person and incapable of doing such extreme things.

"Either kill someone, or find another way and continue to hone your sword intent with the sword of self-sacrifice."

"For me, this second method is probably simpler."

"But let's try the first method in this life first. If it doesn't work, then we'll practice the Sacrifice Sword Intent." Xi Heng silently made up his mind.

The book then records some tips and tricks related to entering the realm of internal strength and the subsequent cultivation.

She read it silently once, noted down a few key points, and then turned the page.

At the end of the preface is a passage left by Sister Hongmiao:

"I have been too deeply involved in martial arts in my life. I have no choice but to do what I am doing today. I cannot escape this bondage."

"You are also being hunted down. If possible, escape to a remote corner of the world where no one can find you, and live out the rest of your life in a carefree manner with your mastery of the Ming Jin martial arts... Even if that's not possible, I hope you can get as little involved in the affairs of the martial world as possible and live a good life," Xi Heng said.

The four characters 'Live well' were written twice.

The beautiful and flowing handwriting ends at the last page, and then you turn the page to find the three levels of internal energy techniques.

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Chapter Thirty-One: The Wandering Swordsman

Xi Heng rested for a day in his village hut, relieving the fatigue and drowsiness brought on by the day's wandering, and then got up and left again.

During the day, she followed the familiar road into Kangcaoge in the village, bought some knife wound powder in the pharmacy, took off the blood-stained black cloth wrapped around her shoulder, applied the powder to it, and then re-wrapped it with silk.

Having said all that, Xi Heng picked up his sword and strode away from the village.

Along the way, she encountered many familiar faces from her village before her transmigration, but none of them recognized her.

Having changed into martial arts attire and acquired a martial arts aura, she was quite different from before.

"To the capital." Xi Heng casually flicked a tael of silver and tossed it onto the donkey cart at the village entrance.

"..." The coachman was stunned for a long time, and then said cautiously, "Miss, my carriage can only carry you for one day at most. It can't go any further."

"Oh." Xi Heng asked casually, "Since you can't go, I'll go by myself."

"Yes," the driver said humbly.

"How much is this donkey?" Xi Heng pointed to the black donkey pulling the cart.

"Not for sale, not for sale," the other party waved their hands repeatedly.

Xi Heng casually pulled out a forty-tael silver note from his sleeve:

"Here is forty taels of silver. You can exchange it at the Jin Gun Money Exchange in Jinshi City... Wait, Jinshi City is still under siege, so the money exchange should be closed... But there should be branches in other cities, so you can look for them yourself."

After she finished speaking, before the other party could react, she drew her sword and cut the reins that were tying the donkey to the wooden cart.

"Heroine...this, this—" The other party reached out to stop her.

Xi Heng glanced at him, then flicked his wrist and executed a smooth sword flourish in front of the opponent, stopping his movements.

Having given up, she took the broken reins of the donkey and slowly walked away, no longer caring about the commotion behind her.

Xi Heng walked along the long dirt road for a while, then patted the neck of the docile donkey beside him to make it stop, and tried to ride it.

Donkeys are shorter than horses, so they can easily sit on a horse with a light jump, and because of their gentle gait, they can sit steadily even without a saddle.

Xi Heng hung the package around the donkey's neck and steadily headed north.

The capital is just to the north. Even without a map, you can get there by finding a wide enough main road and following the signs.

"I'll kill some people along the way and try to practice my sword intent," Xi Heng thought to himself.

Of course, you can't just kill anyone you see, that won't do any good for your sword intent... Just kill the people who deserve to be killed, like a chivalrous knight.

"Zhao guest wears a silk tassel, Wu hook shines like frost and snow..." The girl murmured as she traveled.

As the sun moves westward, the sky changes color.

The clouds flowed and swirled, forming various shapes before gradually separating.

Before long, Xi Heng arrived at a small city called Zhaocheng, further north of Jinshi City.

The city walls here are only four or five meters high, several times smaller than the vast Jinshi City. Outside the city gate is a gathering place for refugees who came out of Jinshi City.

Outside the city, on the dry loess open ground, there are many refugee camps. Although they are called camps, very few are actually big enough to pitch tents for shelter from the wind and rain.

Most people were just scattered on the ground in twos and threes, lying or squatting silently, their faces ashen.

A few scattered shouts rang out from time to time, whether it was another conflict among the refugees, or groups of people fighting and robbing the weak, or someone crying out in despair because they couldn't bear the collapse of such conditions, or the cries of hungry children.

Before the rows of refugees resting on the ground, the thick city gates remained tightly shut, showing no intention of welcoming the refugees inside.

Furthermore, a dozen or so guards with bows stood watch on the city wall, seemingly regarding these suffering commoners of Zhao as traitors of the Tianliang army.

Xi Heng rode on a donkey and slowly walked into the refugee camp, attracting many eyes, including those of wolves and tigers.

Most of them backed down when they saw the long sword hanging at her waist, but many others were still eager to make a move.

Before they had even gone halfway, several thugs dressed in coarse brown cloth and carrying pitchforks, crude machetes, or kitchen knives surrounded them.

"Little lady—" The leader sneered and had barely uttered a few words when Xi Heng leaped off his mount, drew his sword, and slashed at the man's neck with a powerful step.

A red line appeared instantly, and after the longsword drew a white mark, a red line also appeared on the opponent's neck, and the voice stopped.

Fresh blood gushed out from it.

Xi Heng took a half step back, watching the warm, viscous blood spray onto the ground.

The unfriendly-looking man clutched his throat, but couldn't stop the blood from gushing out. He collapsed to the ground after a few meters.

"..."

A deep silence fell over the air.

“You actually…” another person in front said through gritted teeth in a trembling voice.

Xi Heng immediately turned and twirled his sword, then raised his finger and the longsword instantly pointed at the man's chest.

The sword wind burst forth, a gust of wind that stopped the man's movements and voice. The killing intent it carried made him tremble and break out in a cold sweat.

"Get lost." Xi Heng uttered this word calmly.

After a moment of stunned silence, the man immediately turned and fled in a panic.

Even the other civilians around who had no grudge against Xi Heng took several steps back.

Xi Heng sheathed his sword and led the donkey toward the tightly closed city gate.

She no longer has any qualms about killing, especially killing such evil people.

Since news of the fall of Jinshi City spread, the surrounding countryside and hills have been filled with displaced people who have lost their way.

Xi Heng was dressed fairly neatly and was riding a donkey with bulging bundles hanging from its neck, clearly indicating that he had some belongings.