Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

The sword of the heart gathers, the long wind submits, and the yellow sand swirls.

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Volume 1: Chapter 241, The Power of Heaven and Man

Huhu——

As Xi Heng raised his sword, the wind that was already making the flags flutter wildly in front of the city wall suddenly became even stronger.

The billowing yellow dust accelerated several times over, as if time itself was speeding up.

A series of whistling sounds rang out, first drowning out the rustling of the flags fluttering in front of and behind the city, and then surpassing the distant beating of war drums.

The wind speed increased, and the whistling sound gradually turned into a piercing scream that seemed to tear through the sky, like the sound of a mythical bird.

In just a few seconds, it attracted the attention of everyone on the battlefield.

Whether it was the vanguard soldiers on the outer ridge outside the city or the garrison at the city gate who had set up most of the defensive equipment such as siege engines, caltrops, and horse traps, they all looked up at the place above the city from which the wind was howling.

All other sounds were suppressed, and it seemed that only this shrill cry remained in the world.

Yellow dust surged in from within a kilometer, and strong gusts of wind converged and compressed it.

The Zhao soldiers nearby retreated one after another, while the general and messenger in charge of the city's defense shouted that they should send more people to scout ahead.

This unexpected phenomenon before the battle was not expected and disrupted all the plans of both the attacking and defending sides.

The guards on the wall immediately assumed that this was an evil spell cast by Fang Tiande, who was rumored to be able to conjure soldiers from beans.

Meanwhile, the Tianliang army below also believed that the strange events before them were a secret technique of the Great Zhao, and the vanguard had already begun to retreat.

For a time, both sides were thrown into chaos.

The curling yellow dust has, over time, coalesced into a horizontal tornado.

The three-headed elephant in the distance gradually stopped, and the person sitting high on its back gazed intently at them.

With his excellent eyesight, he could see a faint white shadow beneath the thick, fog-like yellow dust.

The figure was like a faded old painting with a touch of white paint on it, incredibly small, yet remarkably noticeable.

Fang Tiande muttered the word "person" in a skeptical tone.

Two other martial artists at the Transformation Realm nearby also saw it. One of them, a fellow martial artist from Donghuangmei Mountain, seemed to remember something and froze on the spot.

Fang Tiande was about to ask him what this was, but the words froze in his throat.

Because, for a moment, an almost overwhelming killing intent, which he had never felt before, suddenly swept over him.

Along with this came a strong sense of threat of death and crisis.

It felt like needles were poking all over my body, making my skin numb and itchy.

Despite the sweltering summer heat, a chill swept over me.

Fang Tiande turned his stiff neck back and saw that the yellow dust tornado that stretched across the sky in front of him had been tinged with black and red.

That was absolutely deadly—even using all one's strength, it was impossible to block it in the slightest.

He also had a premonition that the tornado, which was tens or even hundreds of meters wide, was about to rush towards him.

His inner voice kept sending warnings, urging him to escape quickly.

Beside him, the martial artist from Huangmei Mountain, who had already turned around and used his lightness skill, stumbled and retreated far away amidst the overwhelming killing intent.

Most of the soldiers in the vicinity fainted on the spot, and even the most capable generals could only half-squat, supporting themselves with their weapons, barely maintaining their consciousness.

Fang Tiande couldn't understand what kind of magic this was, so he just tried his best to move and dodge.

The next instant, the giant tornado that had been blocking the city rose high.

When the warning in people's hearts reached its peak, Xi Heng's sword blades fell flat downwards.

hum-

The sword emitted a soft hum.

In an instant, the tornado roared like a real dragon, its deafening sound covering the ears of thousands.

It tore through the sky and overturned the ground.

As the yellow dust dispersed, the sky, which had become somewhat clearer, was once again stained with a filter-like withered yellow.

Thanks to Xi Heng's aim, the enemy vanguard, who were close to the city wall and within 500 meters, simply collapsed to the ground in large numbers due to the fluctuations in killing intent and the wind.

Once the murderous aura subsides, he should regain consciousness in no time.

However, five hundred meters away, in the area where the Tianliang Army was more densely populated and contained a large number of elite soldiers, generals, and even three martial artists of the Transformation Realm with the three-headed elephant beast, the sky-piercing tornado unleashed by her Heart Sword struck directly at them.

The tornado carries death energy, blood energy, and extremely fierce sword energy. Anyone caught in it will be like being put into a meat grinder, turning into a rain of blood and flesh that sprays outwards.

She used all her strength as a martial artist to unleash this sword strike.

Although no spiritual power, magic, or resentful fire were involved, due to her year of cultivation, this Heart Sword was stronger than the one she used to destroy the White Stone City Wall of the Fire Hell.

When the gale-force winds erupted, they even affected the clouds thousands of meters above the sky.

Some dark clouds shifted their shapes, drawing conspicuous arcs across the sky, resembling inverted black flames.

In the blink of an eye, the original battlefield became a scene of apocalypse.

Large areas of the ground were shattered and shaken by the whirlwind, causing a high-frequency rumbling sound.

On the outside, a howling dust tornado in the sky sent soldiers on the ground flying into the air, leaving no one with a chance to escape.

Even the most conscious and capable generals could not find anything to hold their leaf-like bodies in place. Trees were broken and torn apart, and stones and most siege weapons were also flying in the wind.

People were sent into the high-altitude tornado, and no matter whether they wore rattan armor or iron armor, they were easily torn apart like waste paper.

The flesh, bones, and blood within the body were all drawn into the whirlwind.

This whirlwind wasn't fast in Xi Heng's eyes, but in the eyes of the enemy, it was a doomsday approaching steadily.

With a long roar, the loess tornado suddenly pressed down, rushing towards the already unstable elephant beast.

In the Tianliang army, probably only these few elephants could withstand the whirlwind's pulling force.

However, the Heart Sword's target was precisely this thing, leaving it nowhere to hide.

The white-robed girl who caused all this could only watch from afar atop the distant city wall.

The tornado crashed to the ground, sending up plumes of yellow dust, like a missile explosion, that nearly covered the entire visible battlefield.

She used her spiritual sense to peer through the smoke and dust, only to see that the three-headed, house-sized elephant beast had been torn to pieces.

The three martial arts masters who were sitting on it had vanished without a trace.

Fang Tiande did manage to put up some resistance, but no matter how much internal energy he gathered, it wouldn't allow him to survive for even half a second longer.

The tornado crashed to the ground, carving a deep crater like a drilling rig.

A dozen seconds later, a bottomless, pitch-black crater formed in the center of the battlefield.

The crater was tens of meters in diameter and was polished quite neatly by the whirlwind. The edges were stained dark red by the blood and flesh that had been constantly rubbed together, while a large amount of blood and flesh brought by the whirlwind began to accumulate at the bottom.

As the wind gradually subsided, a large amount of dust covered hundreds of meters in all directions, covering people and objects on the ground with a thick layer of blood-stained dust.

Afterwards, the natural winds of heaven and earth finally returned to this place, blowing away the yellow dust that had covered people's vision.

A large crater appeared before people's eyes, surrounded by flesh and blood, resembling a scene from hell.

The nearby generals, who were unaffected hundreds of meters away, looked over and were in a daze for a long time before they regained their composure amidst their fear. They hurriedly moved towards the central pit and called out the word "General".

At this moment, the occasional "plop" sound of slime falling to the ground could still be heard from inside the pit.

The generals held their breath and looked down. At the bottom of the pit, countless pieces of flesh and rotten armor were stuck together, covered in blood and resembling a pot of thick porridge.

The vast expanse of blood and mangled flesh on the ground was nothing compared to the sheer horror of the deep pit.

Then they saw that the general's weapon had been broken into several pieces, and the axe blade lay motionless on the bones.

After a few gasps of surprise, one of them suddenly cried out, "The general has perished!"

After the sound echoed, the surrounding army fell silent, and the world fell silent once again.

No one believed anyone could survive such a disaster, but once the sound spread, everything was settled.

Xi Heng closed his eyes and scanned the city wall defenders of the Great Zhao with his spiritual sense. He saw that they all looked dazed. He quietly landed on the city wall and turned to leave.

Before long, the fighting subsided and the enemy retreated.

Throughout the entire ordeal, not a single one of the hundreds of thousands of troops rumored to be from Tianliang touched the city walls.

The Zhao army, numbering over ten thousand, had barely finished setting up their battlefield equipment before the matter was over.

……

Rumors abound in Jinshi City regarding the siege of Tianliang.

Some say it was a meteorite falling from the sky onto the battlefield, others say it was an internal strife that broke out during the siege of Tianliang, or perhaps it was the work of ghosts and monsters, or the rise of evil spirits...

In short, there are all sorts of rumors, and it is difficult to determine the truth. All that is known is that Tianliang has indeed withdrawn its troops.

This is normal. Even those city guards standing on the city walls like Xi Heng, who were on the battlefield, probably didn't know what was happening on the battlefield.

After Xi Heng finished the battle and returned to the city, he first approached the Red Thread Sword Academy and scanned it with his spiritual sense.

It was observed that Senior Sister Hongmiao was still taking care of the elders in the courtyard and had not yet gone out to seek revenge against the enemy general.

She thought for a moment, then went back to the outskirts of Jinshi City.

Upon arriving at the familiar enemy camp, he concealed his presence and used his spiritual sense to locate the enemy general. He then stormed into the camp, beheaded the general with a single sword strike, and transformed into a streak of light to escape back into the city—all in one swift motion.

Xi Heng hummed a song as he returned to the gate of the Red Thread Sword Academy. He then took out the head wrapped in cloth from his storage bag and tossed it toward the room where Senior Sister Hong Miao was.

"Although this storage bag isn't big enough to hold an entire corpse, it can still hold a head..."

The girl clapped her hands, lightly leaped onto the roof, and used her light-footed skill to return to her own courtyard.

The Heart Sword technique she had just used had also brought her some unexpected gains—she vaguely realized that the sword heart seemed to be the key to unlocking the next realm of martial arts.

It turns out that long before he obtained and refined the death energy, he had already taken several steps toward a higher level of martial arts.

The most important step is the Heart Sword, which can draw upon the external forces of heaven and earth.

……

Time flies.

After Tianliang withdrew, the group quickly split into three major forces, each occupying a different territory.

The northernmost forces were granted amnesty and marched south with government troops to reclaim lost territory. Although there were setbacks along the way, they were able to steadily and gradually erode back the territory of the Great Zhao.

However, the famine and other disasters that caused the war persisted and would take a long time to resolve.

Two months later, news arrived that the Yanmeng Kingdom in the north had marched south, and that their army had broken through Yumen Pass, forcing the Ever Victorious Army of the Northern Frontier to retreat more than a hundred miles.

There was also some good news from outside, such as the court no longer imposing heavy taxes and sending out an expanded imperial army to deal with corruption in various places.

For a time, everyone in the local prefectures and cities was on edge, and various covert operations were reduced to some extent.

Although people's livelihoods will not recover immediately as a result, at least they will not get worse.

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed since that siege battle.

In the courtyard of Jinshi City, Xi Heng had absorbed half of the great resentment within the black crystal core. During this time, he frequently studied martial arts and gradually pieced together a vague path to advancement.

Simply put, it means making every move you make resemble the moment you gather your heart sword, drawing upon the combined forces of heaven and earth.

When moving, the external force follows; when pushing the palm, the wind moves with the heart.

In addition, one's own internal energy, sword energy, death energy, etc., can all surface and accompany the external forces.

She imagined that once she mastered the skill, she could simply raise her hand and wave it lightly, and the death energy would howl in the wind, sweeping across a large area.

Or, by combining strength with the wind, each punch or sword strike transforms into another powerful punch or sword strike, formed by the convergence of the forces of heaven and earth.

When one's own momentum is combined with the momentum of heaven and earth, the attack effect can be increased several times.

Once Xi Heng had made up his mind, he began to try this route.

Every day, spend one or two hours in the deserted mountains outside the city to continuously activate the Heart Sword, experience the physical and mental sensations when using the Heart Sword, and understand how it controls the overall situation.

Hundreds of attempts have resulted in the drilling of numerous holes, some tens of meters deep, into the barren mountain, which now resembles a dense honeycomb.

She gradually came to understand why the overall situation followed the movement of the Heart Sword.

Because a deeply refined sword heart is itself a very special force of heaven and earth.