Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Xi Heng looked at the group of troublemakers. They were arranged in an orderly manner, with gongs banging and shouts accompanying them. They were obviously quite skilled at this kind of thing.

The girl coughed lightly, about to utter some harsh words, but amidst the clanging and banging noise around her, her soft cough was clearly unheard.

So Xi Heng didn't try to say anything more, and strode forward, quickly covering a distance of more than ten meters in a single breath, and stood in front of the person who was striking the gong.

With a flick of the scabbard, the end of the sword struck the opponent's waist and abdomen.

After a cry of pain, the gong-banging noise finally stopped, and the other thugs nearby stopped shouting and were stunned when they saw their leader being beaten.

"How annoying!" Xi Heng said to the scoundrels after things finally calmed down, "I'll count to three. If you're not out of here by now, you'll be crawling on your hands and knees."

"Little wench, what are you doing here—" The leader of the gong-banging group, recovering from the pain, gritted his teeth and glared angrily.

Before he could finish speaking, Xi Heng raised his foot and kicked the other man in the chest.

"three."

This kick used a little force, sending the enemy flying seven or eight meters away before he rolled over and fell to the ground.

The other scoundrels nearby dared not utter a sound, and seemed to be retreating.

But Xi Heng had already counted to three, and seeing that the enemy was just standing there blankly, he stepped directly into the crowd.

The figure in red moved with lightning speed. Before the nearest scoundrel could react, he was turned around and kicked in the chest.

The man groaned and was sent flying backward as if swatted by a bear. Even the men behind him who tried to pull him back and slow his fall could not counteract the force. In the end, they were all tumbled to the ground like bowling balls.

Xi Heng continued to swoop towards the still-standing men, who only then reacted and took defensive stances as she approached.

However, Xi Heng found these outsiders' actions utterly insignificant; he could easily break through them by making one or two feints.

She struck him in the abdomen with the tip of her sword hilt, making him scream in pain and fall to the ground. Then, Xi Heng turned her head and saw that one of the scoundrels actually had the courage to rush towards her, which made her feel a tiny bit of interest.

She sidestepped and dodged the grab, then used her right hand in a chop-like motion to strike the opponent's wrist, elbow, and shoulder in quick succession.

The three blows happened in the blink of an eye, and the man's arm immediately went limp after the blows.

When attempting to raise an arm to grab someone, the movement becomes quite weak, and even a child can easily dodge it.

Xi Heng took a step around the enemy, then used his palm to strike them away with force, before walking towards each enemy who tried to stand up.

As long as one of these guys is still standing, she won't stop.

Only after more than twenty people had fallen to the ground and were crying out in pain did Xi Heng clap his hands, signifying that the mission was accomplished.

"Do you know I'm getting ready? You're making so much noise I can't even tie my hair properly," Xi Heng said. "If this happens again, I'll break one of your arms."

Having said that, she turned to return to the pavilion.

Suddenly, a soft clapping sound came from the side.

Xi Heng turned his head and noticed that a magnificent carriage with carved jade and purple-gold dragon patterns had stopped beside the pavilion. The curtain was slightly open, and two young girls stepped out.

Xi Heng didn't recognize one of them, but he felt that the other person's appearance was somewhat similar to his own—their features were exquisite and flawless, their eyes were deep and their hair was long and slender. Their light purple clothes accentuated their noble bearing, and their dark hair was half tied back with most of the strands hanging down naturally. Just by standing there, they exuded the aura of a superior.

As for the other person who was clapping as he got off the bus, he was someone I knew well.

Her pink silk skirt fluttered in the wind, her long sleeves moved slightly, and her graceful figure was captivating. Her face was like a lotus flower, her eyebrows like willow leaves, and her bright eyes had a captivating charm. After getting off the carriage, she looked at Xi Heng and slightly raised the corners of her mouth, her eyes seemingly full of affection.

"Red Cliff." Xi Heng raised his hand to greet her.

"I heard in the clan today that a female warrior carrying the clan's token had come to Flower Pavilion. I thought it must be you, so I rushed over as soon as possible. It really is you, Senior Sister." Hong Ji had an elegant appearance.

After a year and a half apart, the other person's demeanor had changed considerably.

Hongji has transformed from her former self, who possessed a gentle and somewhat self-deprecating temperament, into the refined, knowledgeable, and well-mannered young lady she is before us.

This shouldn't be considered a bad thing, but Xi Heng was still familiar with Yan Hongji as a martial arts school apprentice. Seeing her transformed into this different person, he couldn't help but feel a momentary tremor in his heart.

However, their relationship remains unchanged.

Xi Heng explained why he had come: "Jinshi City was besieged by the Tianliang Army, and the Red Thread Sword Academy has also closed. I have no relatives or friends here, so I came to find you to find a place to stay."

"I welcome you anytime, Senior Sister," Yan Hongji said. "You can stay as long as you like."

Xi Heng returned the greeting: "I won't stay for free. If you ever need anything in the future, Junior Sister, please feel free to ask."

Before she could finish speaking, another noble-looking young lady, who had stepped down from the carriage with Hongji, interrupted:

"Is this the senior sister you always talk about? The more I look at her, the more familiar she seems..."

She turned her gaze to Xi Heng: "Have we met before?"

Her every move exuded an indescribable arrogance, and her tone was more like a command than a question.

Xi Heng naturally wouldn't be in a friendly tone either, coldly saying:

"Never seen you before, who are you?"

The other person narrowed their eyes slightly, revealing an expression of keen interest as they looked at Xi Heng:

“There aren’t many people who dare to speak to me like that.”

"I?"

Upon hearing these two words, Xi Heng vaguely understood something.

The self-proclaimed young lady pursed her lips and fell silent, letting out a soft hum and refusing to say another word.

She had to conceal her identity to be allowed to enjoy herself outside the palace. If others discovered her identity and it caused trouble, she might never be able to leave the palace again.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere between them at their first meeting, Yan Hongji tried to smooth things over:

"I am very grateful to Senior Sister for taking action and intimidating these villains. Otherwise, I would have had to spend time dealing with these troubles after bringing this distinguished guest to Flower Pavilion."

"Senior sister, why don't you also get to know this important person beside me?"

Xi Heng gave him face and nodded to move closer.

"Hmph." The young lady didn't refute, she was somewhat curious about Xi Heng.

Hongji led the young lady to Xiheng's side and introduced her: "This is my senior sister whom I often talk about after returning to the capital. Her name is Xiheng."

“Xi Heng…” The young lady lowered her head thoughtfully, “This name sounds somewhat familiar.”

Yan Hongji coughed lightly and then said to Xi Heng:

"And this is my childhood friend, Chu Xiao. She has some interest in martial arts, so she might be able to have some topics to discuss with my senior sister."

"Oh." Xi Heng didn't have much of a good impression.

If this guy were to ask her about martial arts, she would probably just say some random things and let him figure it out for himself.

"It's getting late. We've come here today intending to have a banquet upstairs. Would you like to join us, Senior Sister?"

"What do you want to eat?" Xi Heng hadn't really eaten anything at noon.

"Delicious delicacies from land and sea, the finest foods," Hongji said amiably.

“We’re coming.” Xi Heng followed.

The elegantly dressed woman named Chu Xiao stared at Xi Heng for a few seconds, seemingly lost in thought, before letting out a soft hum and saying nothing more.

The three entered the building, crossed the lotus pond on the first floor, and went up to the third floor. They took their seats in the most prestigious position in a magnificent hall with an open balcony.

Yan Hongji gave a few instructions to the maids on the way, and then a series of maids came in, carrying several plates of various pastries and drinks.

Most of the maids stayed in the hall after arriving, awaiting instructions.

"Would you like me to play some music?" Hongji asked the two people beside her.

Xi Heng quietly ate the pastries beside him.

“Eating dry food is so boring.” Chu Xiao nodded: “Without Kunqu Opera, dance, music, or scholars composing poems, it always feels like something is missing.”

"Do you really need to bring so many people to put on a show just to have a meal?" Xi Heng complained.

“Ordinary people like you naturally wouldn’t understand the refined tastes of us noble families.” Chu Xiao was not surprised and replied with a clear sense of pride.

"Oh, you guys do your thing, I'll eat mine." Xi Heng felt that it was best to just focus on eating during mealtimes.

“A vulgar person like me is not fit for a refined setting,” Chu Xiao said to Xi Heng naturally.

This wasn't the first time someone had said that to her, and Xi Heng didn't care.

Upon seeing this, Chu Xiao gradually lost interest.

She sipped her tea and savored her food with graceful movements, listening to the music playing around her and watching the maids dance before her. She also thought about what Xi Heng had just said, and for some reason, she suddenly felt uninterested in the song and dance before her.

"Let's remove them and enjoy ourselves with poetry and games," she said, turning her gaze to Xi Heng.

After seeing Xi Heng today, Chu Xiao couldn't stop thinking about his name and appearance.

Although she was reluctant to admit it, she did indeed value this person quite a bit.

She rarely had such thoughts, and couldn't even clearly understand what she was thinking.

It was just her long-standing instinct that made her act superior.

Chu Xiao was also vaguely unwilling to do this, but her years of experience as a person in a superior position made her unable to find any other attitude.

So much so that as the words are spoken, they can gradually become offensive.

“Let’s forget about reciting poetry. My senior sister is a martial artist, and she may not be very familiar with this kind of literary elegance,” Yan Hongji said gently.

"Write a poem?" Xi Heng felt confident he had no problem with it: "How do I write one?"

"Let's use poetry to praise Miss Hongji's beautiful face," Chu Xiao casually came up with a rule.

"Any writing style or genre is acceptable?"

"Of course." Chu Xiao didn't expect Xi Heng to know the words "literature and sports," so she nodded naturally.

"Then let me think about it."

Then Xi Heng tapped his chin and carefully admired the exquisite beauty of Miss Hong Ji beside him.

Her face was fair with a touch of crimson lips, and her expression held a shy, hesitant air. Her beauty was like pink peach petals, and her demeanor graceful as an orchid. No matter the era, she would be a stunning beauty.

Yan Hongji was stared at like that for a long time. Even though she had cultivated herself into a gentle and elegant young lady over the past two years, she still couldn't help but blush under Xi Heng's gaze and raised her hand to cover her face slightly.

"Who will compose a poem first?" Xi Heng asked again.

"Please, sir, go first," Chu Xiao said.

"Um……"

Xi Heng then temporarily changed his profession to become an ancient plagiarist from another world, and copied a poem from his previous life.

"Clouds long for clothes..." the girl murmured.

"Clouds remind me of her clothes, flowers of her face; the spring breeze caresses the balustrade, the dew is heavy... If not seen on the Jade Mountain, she will be met under the moon on the Jade Terrace."

"..."

"..."

"How is it?" Xi Heng looked at the two women after reciting the poem, but saw that they both looked confused.

"Clouds long for clothes...?" Yan Hongji blinked. Just reading the first few words made her feel as if spring breezes filled the paper and flowers were blooming before her eyes.

She lowered her head slightly, a hint of shyness rising on her face, and covered her face, saying:

"Senior sister is too kind. You are clearly prettier."

"This is... a poem you just wrote?"

Chu Xiao, with her greater literary cultivation, was clearly better able to appreciate the meaning of the poem. After listening, she felt the splendid colorful clouds and the gentle spring breeze. The word "thinking" was used to depict the real through the abstract, which was extremely ingenious.

"Yes." Xi Heng remained expressionless, speaking shamelessly, without batting an eye as he lied.

"Clouds yearn for clothes... Clouds yearn for clothes, flowers yearn for beauty."

Chu Xiao softly recited these words one after another, her right hand fingers moving gently with the sound, traversing left and right as she savored the verses. She looked at Xi Heng in disbelief for a few seconds, then let out a bitter sigh.

"That's wonderful." She had to admit, "This poem is truly excellent."

Yan Hongji muttered it a few times beside her, chuckled to herself, and blushed, showing a rare hint of shyness.

After hearing the poem, Chu Xiao surprisingly abandoned her haughty attitude and, with pursed lips, said rather awkwardly:

"I underestimated you."

"It's alright." Xi Heng hadn't expected that a poem he randomly copied would have this effect.

Chu Xiao's eyes were filled with complex emotions. Then she softly murmured the poem again. No matter how many times she savored it, the poem's charm had no diminishing effect on her soul.

A few minutes later, when Xi Heng was almost full, Chu Xiao finally came to her senses, suddenly stood up, and said seriously: