Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

The other guards responded in unison, while Xi Heng adopted a simple palm strike stance and took a step forward.

The guards of the pavilion attacked, but their punches were completely disorganized.

Xi Heng took a step and quickly moved from the left to the right. Then, he slapped his palm and struck the opponent's arm, causing numbness.

The enemy, clutching his elbow in pain, flinched. Xi Heng then planted his foot behind the enemy's knee and hooked it with his toe, knocking the man down.

Before she could finish her move, the other three pounced on her again.

She stomped her foot and leaped high into the air, causing the three people below to collide due to inertia, instantly feeling dizzy and disoriented.

Xi Heng landed on the ground and kicked all three of them down with one kick each.

Cries of pain rang out as the three guards were kicked in their weak spots and were unable to stand up for a moment.

Xi Heng stood aside and waited for a while before he saw one of them finally stumble to his feet: "This guy is tough. Go to the building and ask the guard to come up."

“But Shouge is still drinking and making merry in his room. If we disturb him now, we’ll be blamed… Why don’t we try again?” someone hesitated.

"..." He and the people around him all hesitated.

"Alright, I was just careless just now. I won't play along with you this time, little girl." The leader and the three around him mustered their strength again and charged towards Xi Heng.

"Boring." After knocking the men down with a few punches and kicks, Xi Heng yawned.

"Quickly call out your so-called guards, or I'll personally storm in."

"You wait!" Knowing he was outmatched, the guard wisely entered the building and shouted.

Two minutes later, a younger, burly man came out carrying a black iron rod. Seeing Xi Heng waiting quietly at the door, he showed no anger, but rather interest, and asked casually:

"Which family are you from, young lady? Women who have achieved something in martial arts are rare in the capital. Why don't we get to know each other?"

"Enough with the nonsense, I'm just here to beat you up. Let's fight." Xi Heng snorted coldly.

"You truly have the demeanor of a martial artist. I greatly admire you. How about we have a drink together in our pavilion after the duel?" The man was still putting on an act.

Xi Heng was no longer willing to listen to this person's nonsense, so he walked straight forward.

"You haven't even finished speaking yet..." The young man's face was unfriendly as he brandished his long staff and stepped forward, adopting a steady stance.

His movements were noticeably smoother than those of the amateur guards before him, and judging from his appearance, he must be a martial artist who had entered the realm of Qi and blood.

Xi Heng did not draw his sword when faced with a weapon, but approached with his bare hands.

The difference in strength between a martial artist who has entered the realm of internal strength and a martial artist who has achieved mastery of external strength is like an insurmountable chasm.

As Xi Heng stepped into the opponent's range, the man swung his staff horizontally, unaware that Xi Heng had completely seen through his moves. He dodged the staff and pounced without hesitation, raising his right palm with the force of a tiger stomping the ground, and using half of his strength to attack the opponent directly.

The enemy staggered back several steps after being struck, groaning in pain before feeling a sweet taste in his throat. He opened his mouth and spat out blood, not saliva.

"..." His gaze immediately turned serious: "You've also entered the realm of Qi!"

"Did I say that?" Xi Heng slowly raised his palm and began to strike again.

A hint of hatred flashed in the young man's eyes as he brandished his club and shouted:

"I won't hold back this time, take this!"

Five or six seconds later, Xi Heng dodged a few moves and closed in, then struck the enemy's chest with a palm strike, the powerful force sending the enemy flying several meters.

"Quickly go to Xianchun Tower and call the sect leader!" The guard realized that there was a big gap between his skills and Xi Heng's, and shouted again.

Three minutes later, another middle-aged man with loose hair and dressed in brocade walked into the arena with his hands behind his back and his steps steady and slow.

"Ha, your Xiangchun Pavilion is truly powerless. You have to bother this old man with such a trivial matter." He shook his head, as if he were some kind of hermit master.

Two minutes later, Xi Heng kicked the enemy in the stomach, sending him flying to the ground, and then yawned listlessly.

"Not good... I haven't fought in a long time, and I've made a mistake in the battle and injured myself. I can't fight anymore. Quickly go and fetch the sorcerer from the street!" the sect leader called out again.

At this moment, a large crowd had gathered in front of the brothel to watch the commotion. There were ordinary people dressed in plain clothes, idle literati who had come specifically because they heard about the disturbance, and courtesans in the brothel who stood on the balcony looking down. When they saw Xi Heng's dashing figure, their eyes flashed with a hint of envy and loneliness.

A moment later, the so-called street shaman was also found. This man was dressed in a scholar's blue robe and held a paper fan in his hand. He found Xi Heng quite interesting and said that he would not pursue the matter of today, but only asked Xi Heng to come into the building for a drink and let bygones be bygones.

Xi Heng sighed. Why do these people from the capital always like to say something before they fight? Is it because no one usually talks to them about reason?

Not wanting to waste any more of her time, she said "Let's fight!" and stepped forward to exchange blows with the enemy.

The opponent drew his long sword halfway through the fight, and Xi Heng countered with his sword sheath.

The two swords clashed, producing a series of crisp sounds. Xi Heng then made a change of move, twisting his wrist and striking his opponent's abdomen with the hilt of his sword, causing him to lose his strength and stagger backward.

However, the man was still not convinced and wanted to get up and fight again.

After more than a dozen moves, Xi Heng knocked his opponent down three times in a row, and the man finally gave in.

"This is a skilled swordsman... Although her qi and blood are not strong, her swordsmanship is far superior to mine. Quickly go and invite the deputy leader, Senior Sister!" the scholar in blue shouted.

Xi Heng sighed, feeling a strange mix of emotions. Although everything was going according to plan, the continuous shouts from these people sounded rather odd.

Two minutes later, a burly woman with rough skin, carrying a large knife on her shoulder, arrived.

Just like the others before him, this deputy leader first said some boring and tedious things, then defended the Green Robe Gang's actions for a long time, as if he wanted to teach Xi Heng a lesson.

The girl pressed her temples, trying to clear the rambling thoughts from her head.

"Stop talking, let's fight!"

She found it irritating and interrupted the other person by drawing her sword.

Xi Heng was quite adept at dealing with those skilled in using long knives, since most of the constables and bandits he encountered on his way to the capital were also knife users.

After a few moves, Xi Heng saw the flaw in his opponent's moves and directly drew a shallow bloodstain on the enemy's chest.

After the sword strike, the woman, who resembled a bodybuilder, lowered her head and wiped the blood from her chest. Looking at the blood on her hand, she sighed, "If our bodies were different, I would have won that move."

"..." Xi Heng's face darkened: "Shouldn't it be your gang leader's turn by now? Hurry up and go call him."

"Our leader is not here today," the deputy leader replied.

"Huh?" Xi Heng's lips twitched. She had originally planned to kill the entire Qing Le Gang from top to bottom tonight, but now she had missed the biggest leader.

So what do we do next? Should we retreat? Let's do it all again when the gang leader comes back.

"Fine... we're already here." Xi Heng took a deep breath, pointed his longsword at the Qing Le Gang members in front of him, and a hint of killing intent rose in his eyes.

……

A few minutes later, the crowds that had gathered to watch the spectacle outside the brothel had disappeared.

As Xi Heng drew his sword, the bystanders shouted "Murder!" and fled in disarray.

Many of the lower-ranking members of the Qing Le Gang also fled, and Xi Heng alone could not possibly hunt down so many escapees.

However, most of the gang leaders who came were already dead.

"The spells I prepared before coming to the capital have all been used up, let's replenish them while we're at it." Seeing that there was no one around, Xi Heng got busy.

Among the blood-soaked corpses around were several people who had just exchanged blows with Xi Heng, as well as Qing Le Gang martial artists who had initially remained hidden in the shadows but later revealed themselves to fight when they saw that Xi Heng had murderous intent.

However, their strength was all below the Great Perfection of Ming Jin, and they could be easily defeated by Xi Heng, who possessed magic, in just two or three moves.

The corpses were either decapitated, pierced through the heart and spleen, or cut in half at the waist, with pools of blood spreading across the ground.

Xi Heng ignored the mangled and gruesome corpses, picked up a few that were relatively intact, and dragged them to a deserted alley across the street.

If the imperial constables were to do their best, they might find out soon. Xi Heng was unwilling to perform the Blood Sea Technique on the street.

The girl threw the corpse into the dark alley, cast a spell, clenched her fingers and chanted an incantation, and drew patterns on the backs of her hands.

After the sacrifice was completed, no constables or soldiers arrived.

Xi Heng went back and grabbed two more corpses to continue casting spells, muttering to himself:

"Just as Yan Hongji said, the jurisdiction here is much more relaxed."

She abandoned the sacrifice, and the lines on her arms and the backs of her hands were drawn on them. Only then did the night watchman approach the place with a lantern. When he saw the cruel scene on the ground, he panicked and fled.

Xi Heng witnessed this scene in the dark alley and slowly retreated away.

She removed her black veil and the blood-stained dark red coat, leaving only her long skirt and straight-fronted shirt underneath. Her graceful and clean figure as she walked through the Qin Xie alley attracted the attention of many.

The young girl declined all the invitations from the women on the road, followed the way back to the Flower Pavilion, entered the gate, and climbed the long steps.

Back in my room, I was about to take off my clothes by the bed when I heard a few soft knocks on the door.

Knock knock,

"Please come in," Xi Heng said instinctively.

The door opened slightly, and she thought it might be some uninvited guest, but the person who came in was just a maid from the pavilion.

"Sir, the water in the bath is ready. If you need anything, you may come with me to the bathing room to cleanse yourself. Also, if your clothes are dirty, you may give them to me to wash." The other party's voice was soft and her attitude was extremely docile.

They were so docile that it seemed as if even if they made unreasonable requests, the other party would not refuse.

However, Xi Heng had no such thoughts and only hesitated for a moment about whether or not to take a bath.

She sniffed her fingertips and indeed found a lingering smell of blood. She replied, "Go."

"Please follow me, sir." The maid nodded and led the way.

The bathhouse was on the first floor. Xi Heng entered the women's bathhouse, accompanied by the maid from his own room. She poured water into the larger wooden tub to test the temperature, plucked flower petals one by one and placed them on it, and also added some fragrant orchids.

"Sir, would you like to try the temperature?" the other party asked very politely.

Xi Heng reached in closer; it was quite nice.

"Would you like me to help you undress, sir?"

"No need, no need." Xi Heng didn't really like being touched by a strange woman; she was rather conservative about physical contact.

"I'll do as you say, sir." The other party stopped.

Xi Heng nodded slightly, looked at the other person's delicate and beautiful face, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Sir, you may call me Chunxian..."

"Oh." Xi Heng nodded, noted the name down, then took off his clothes and handed them to the person who reached out to catch them.

Her fair, jade-like skin was gradually revealed, and the maid watched quietly from the side, pursing her lips slightly, her gaze somewhat unfocused.

Xi Heng didn't pay attention to any of this. She treated it as if she were in a bathhouse. Although she felt a little shy, her reason told her that it was a normal thing and nothing to worry about.

She stepped onto the damp steps and approached the bathtub, her two softly shaped feet making soft pattering sounds on the water, like raindrops.

The girl lifted her knees, first letting her toes dip into the warm water, then her ankles, calves, knees, and thighs...

"Hoo..." As the warm, floral scent enveloped his body, Xi Heng gradually relaxed and let out a long sigh.

Indeed, after a busy day, one should rest peacefully in a bathtub or tub for a while.

It's a pity that there weren't many opportunities on the road, but we had the chance in the capital.

Xi Heng reached out and touched the warm water in the bucket, watching the bright red petals dripping between his fingertips and skin.

She raised the back of her hand, and the petals clung to her skin, giving her a faint fragrance.

"Would you like a massage, sir?" The maid named Chunxian behind him folded the clothes and slowly placed them aside.

"Massage?" Xi Heng turned around and saw that the other person was also taking off their outer garment.

The maid raised her soft, slender fingers and nodded gently.

What kind of massage?

"A massage on the arms, shoulders, and neck can make you feel more comfortable." Chunxian finished speaking first, then her gaze fell on Xiheng's face and figure, her cheeks slightly flushed: "If you are willing, sir, you can also take me to the guest room for a full-body massage. However, I have only been working in this building for less than half a year and have never done this before... If the service is not comfortable enough, please forgive me."

Why does something seem off the more I listen to it?

Xi Heng gradually realized that ever since he stepped into the Qin Xie Alley, everything around him seemed to have been inexplicably tainted with a sensual and alluring atmosphere.

Is this the Qin-Xie Long Alley?

Xi Heng waved his hand and declined, saying, "There's no need for today."

"Yes..." A hint of disappointment flashed in the maid Chunxian's eyes as she obediently stepped back: "This servant will go to the back to wash clothes for you. If you need anything, just call or knock on the door."

"Yes, thank you for your help." Xi Heng waved his hand.

"No need for such formalities, sir," the maid said softly and obediently before entering the laundry room.

Xi Heng breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw the other person disappear.

For some reason, even though she had developed a ruthless mindset, she was still shy and timid in this kind of situation.

"Isn't it said that people in ancient times were very conservative...? How come I'm the most conservative one here in the capital?" Xi Heng sighed softly, tilting his head back and squinting his eyes.