Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

She flicked her fingertips again, sending out wisps of resentful fire that enveloped the corpses on the ground.

The flames of resentment spread and were then collected, and the corpse disappeared.

Only four tiny black beads of resentment remained, falling back into Xi Heng's palm.

She swallowed one, and the concentration of resentment within it was exactly the same.

In the refining room, Xi Heng looked at the broken window on the side, where strange noises could still be heard from time to time in the desolate wilderness outside.

"It seems there's no shortage of cultivation materials here," she nodded.

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Volume 1: Chapter 276, One Step, One Ghost

"Aww."

Xi Heng then put another black pill into his mouth, focusing his mind on the resentment within the pill and sending it into his meridians to continue refining it.

The black bean flavor was a bit strange, but it disappeared quickly and was still acceptable.

The eerie energy contained within gradually seeped into the flesh and skin, making the skin appear even more transparent.

First, the skin becomes blurry, and then the veins underneath become increasingly clear.

As more and more strange energy was injected, the yin value in his body increased, and the veins and blood also became blurred, revealing a deeper texture.

The tendons and bones between the finger joints are faintly visible.

A dense, eerie aura circulated continuously within his body, causing his cultivation of the Resentment Cultivation Technique to advance rapidly.

Xi Heng had just consumed three black beads of resentment when he could clearly feel that the physical strength of this body was approaching the third level of Qi Refining. Many long-standing hidden injuries also subsided due to this rapid enhancement.

"My cultivation is progressing quite quickly," the girl muttered to herself.

She raised her slightly translucent right hand and gently turned it in front of her eyes.

Looking at the shape of the tendons and bones and the reddened muscles, he said:

"However, it seems a bit unstable?"

The transparency of the fingers fluctuated, and the veins above the skin were sometimes blurry and sometimes clear, making the appearance unstable.

Compared to spiritual cultivators who have clearly defined stages of cultivation, the strength and cultivation realm of these vengeful cultivators depend heavily on the state of the strange energy within their bodies.

Resentment itself is a rather unstable thing—for example, the intensity of resentment will be very different when a vengeful ghost encounters an ordinary mortal and the enemy who killed it.

The same applies to those who harbor resentment; their strength and realm will change significantly as their resentment fluctuates.

"So, although there are obvious differences in strength within the same realm, does the Resentment Cultivation Technique not have different levels like the first and second levels of Qi Refining?" Xi Heng's understanding of this technique deepened a bit.

As the girl watched the changes in the transparency of her fingers, it was already late at night outside.

The wind rustled through the leaves and sand in the desolate ruins and abandoned town, and eerie whispers, growls, and footsteps still echoed.

Xi Heng didn't pay much attention to the passage of time. After cultivating for a while, he meditated and rested for a moment, then swallowed a black bead of resentment and continued his cultivation.

During this time, the yin energy around her was several times higher than that of the environment, and there was absolutely no strange thing to bother her.

Time flies, and dawn breaks again.

A sliver of light appeared in the east, piercing through the narrow gap in the dark clouds.

Inside, beneath a drafty, broken window, Xi Heng sat cross-legged on the cleaned wooden floor, silently sensing the improvements he had made during his night of cultivation.

"His aura is equivalent to the fifth level of Qi Refining..."

She channeled the resentful energy through her meridians, causing it to surge in her right arm.

Subsequently, the skin on his right arm quickly became blurry and transparent, and the muscles and bones also turned into a transparent gray.

In no time, the entire right hand became blurry and foggy, while the rest of the body remained normal.

Xi Heng stood up and used his blurry right hand to grab the wooden cup that had already solidified on the counter, but it passed right through it.

If you change your mindset and reach out, you can easily grasp it.

“By controlling the strange energy, one can freely manipulate parts of the physical body, making it appear both real and unreal…” Xi Heng held the cup in his misty right hand, and with a thought, the wooden cup suddenly fell to the ground again.

Then, leaning against the counter, he ignored the obstruction and reached into the wooden cabinet.

Through the door panel, inside the unopened drawer, I grabbed a similar wooden cup.

“In the early stages of the Resentment Cultivation, one can easily penetrate things… If there is enough eerie energy, the entire body can be transformed into an ethereal form.” Xi Heng took out his right hand, returning it to its original form: “Similar to the method of transforming the body into raging fire when the Clear Flame Technique is perfected, but the energy consumption is extremely low.”

First, the skeletal structure is revealed, and then the skin that looks like a normal person is also revealed.

"Later on, I might be able to transform myself into a strange, spreading mist of yin energy to move around," the girl muttered to herself, looking at her right hand.

Even at the very beginning of the Qi Devouring stage, the Vengeful Cultivator already possessed mysterious and unpredictable special abilities, making him stronger than ordinary Qi Refining cultivators in combat from the early stages.

No wonder the propagators say that this is a power that allows mortals to contend with the heavens.

"Who exactly spread this spell..." the girl wondered to herself.

Completely clueless, she cleared her mind and returned to reality.

Having consumed the four resentment beads he had obtained yesterday, Xi Heng once again gathered his Yin energy, allowing his aura to return to that of a mortal.

After waiting quietly for a while, fine strands of hair began to emerge from the narrow gaps between the wooden floorboards and the window frames, stretching out from all directions like tiny tendrils.

Strands of hair brushed against the rough wooden planks, creating a cacophony of noise.

A rough, rustling sound came from all directions, even from above and below.

An ordinary person would feel nauseous just from looking at it once, because of the dense, swarming texture.

Xi Heng did the same, but remained calm, waiting for the hair to gradually approach.

Just as the long strands of hair were about to touch her wrists, neck, and waist, more strands of hair quickly gathered into the shape of a human head in front of Xi Heng's eyes.

This is the head of a woman who hanged herself, her neck tightly bound by her own hair.

Bloodshot, rolled-back eyes fell upon him, his face, stiffened to a purplish-gray, was hideous and grotesque, and a long, gray-blue tongue protruded out, staring directly into Xi Heng's eyes.

The next instant, strands of hair shot out from all four sides like steel nails.

The hanged ghost opened its mouth, revealing its fangs and teeth, and roared and howled day and night.

The piercing sound had barely faded from his ears when a hand was already pressed down on the hanged head.

The five fingers blazed with intense red flames, instantly melting the ghost's form, and the stinging strands of hair were blocked when they came within ten centimeters.

The vengeful ghost's skin peeled off like a candle, and the black energy inside was scorched by fierce fire, surging and boiling continuously.

The flames of resentment spread rapidly, and even the hair in every corner of the surrounding houses turned into black smoke.

The piercing screams that the hanged ghost had emitted turned into painful cries and wailing. Its long hair and head trembled and melted away, and in just a few seconds, it was enveloped in a ball of resentful flames.

All the surrounding hair disappeared, and in the end, only a small cluster of resentful flames remained in front of her.

With a gentle breath, Xi Heng dispersed the resentful flames, and a black resentful bead, condensed into a pill and imbued with a dense aura of eerie resentment, fell to the ground, which she caught with one hand.

Then, he opened his mouth and swallowed it.

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The next few days were spent cultivating, hunting ghosts and monsters, and resting, all with the help of the resentful pearl.

It was called a hunt, but in reality, it was nothing more than sitting in one place waiting for the strange to come to her, delivering the cultivation resources that the resentful cultivator needed for no reason.

As this cycle continues, more and more resentment is absorbed into the physical body.

The first stage of the Qi Devouring Realm of the Resentful Cultivator is gradually approaching perfection.

By the fifth day, Xi Heng's cultivation level was equivalent to the eighth level of Qi Refining, which allowed him to make his entire body ethereal. Even his clothes, arms, and legs could turn into mist and disperse, then reassemble in another area.

If it were other novice cultivators, they would not be able to use this kind of ethereal transfer technique proficiently without several years of accumulation.

However, Xi Heng had mastered the Qingyan Gong, which had a similar effect, and already had experience in transforming his body into flames. Soon after learning the body transformation technique, he was able to integrate it with his previous experience.

The girl sitting cross-legged flashed, first dissipating into black resentment, then transforming into a strong gust of wind that blew her out the door.

When it reappeared, it was standing next to the towering trees outside the building.

Leaning against the trees, gathering the yin energy within his body, he waited quietly for the next strange creature to come to him.

Time passed minute by minute. After five minutes, Xi Heng, who had meditated once, tilted his head, a look of doubt in his eyes.

"Why is no one here anymore?" she asked the abandoned town in front of her.

However, there was no cryptic answer.

"Is he afraid and therefore deliberately avoiding it? Or is it..." she muttered to herself, "There's nothing strange left in this town?"

Xi Heng stopped what he was doing and talking, and listened quietly to the sounds of the surrounding environment for a while.

The wind whipped up the remaining sand, howling and battering the stone walls and beams of the ruins.

The sparse leaves above rustled, and my clothes swayed slightly.

The wind was clear, but the eerie whispers, light footsteps, and buzzing noises were no longer audible.

Even the ripples caused by unknown objects drifting in the air have disappeared.

Xi Heng blinked and continued to focus on reducing the resentment within his body, causing the yin value on his body surface to drop lower and lower.

By opening the Yin value detection plugin, it can be seen that one's own Yin value has reached a level close to that of a normal person, around five or six points, which is significantly lower than the Yin value of the surrounding environment.

Even so, after waiting for a while, nothing came near.

Only the bleak, cold wind blew against her clothes and skin, and even the slightly strange sounds disappeared.

"...Have I cleared out all the strange things in the town these past few days?" she asked herself.

Looking around at the surrounding environment and seeing that the town's yin energy had dropped by more than half, he finally gave up on the idea of ​​standing still and attracting the eerie atmosphere.

"Tsk."

Xi Heng shook his head and returned to his solo boat.

The wilderness was vast and boundless. Since there was nothing strange here, we could simply move on to the next place.

The girl boarded the boat, communicated with the array patterns to activate the spiritual light, and generated propulsion.

The wooden wheels stirred up dust and sand on the road, leaving a rut on the road that had not been used by vehicles for a long time.

During his cultivation over the past few days, Xi Heng also read through the wasteland intelligence downloaded from the wide-area array network, noted down many strange types, and memorized several maps in the process, trying to identify certain terrain features on the road ahead to determine his location.

After determining her location, she prepared to search for extraordinary individuals with the ability to separate their divine consciousness—these individuals might be in some desolate settlements.

There are many settlements in the wasteland, but most of them are completely closed off from the outside world and self-sufficient. Even the person who compiled the wasteland map does not know what is special about these settlements, and there is no information about the strange people that Xi Heng is looking for.

Of the files she had downloaded, only one folk tale circulating within the wasteland might have some connection to her target.

Most folk tales in the wilderness are related to the bizarre and strange, and are difficult for ordinary people to understand and believe.

The story contains a lot of information, whether true or false, such as that the monsters actually have tribes and settlements, and are divided into ranks—just like an army, with soldiers, officers, generals and kings.

One of the stories is about breaking free from possession.

The story mainly revolves around a person who is possessed and accidentally enters a strangely controlled capital city during an adventure. He is helped by a king named Bai Nie, who helps him break free from the possession and return to the mortal realm.

She's somewhat interested in it.

Although there's a 90% chance this story is just a fabricated fable, if it were true, she only needed to find the king of that strange tribe in the story, and her troubles with Jin You might be resolved.

On the desolate road, Xi Heng urged the boat to increase its speed again and again, like a string of arcs of light cutting across the dark earth.

We are getting further and further away from Xiping City.

Time passes.

We set off at dawn and encountered another abandoned town by midday.

However, this town was different from the previous one; it was larger and had a more diverse range of architectural styles. She even saw a building that looked like a supermarket.

This place doesn't look like it was naturally abandoned; it looks more like it was attacked and then left unattended.

The building's brick walls are cracked with claw marks that look like those left by a giant claw, and the surface is stained with a pool of dark blood.

Fresh blood sprayed onto the ground like a sprinkler, or turned into fragments of a skull and sank into the dust.

The inn's signboard was still relatively intact, and the faded advertisements on both sides still clearly showed some promotional words. Most of the surrounding buildings had not collapsed, but were covered in black grime.

The distribution of negative values ​​is uneven, with some areas only around 50, which is relatively safe, while others have values ​​as high as 300 or 400.

The more black filth a place has, the higher its yin value.