Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

"Zhao Qianqiu! It's you!" His eyes widened, his heart skipped a beat, and he took several steps back.

"Brother Shiyilang?" Seeing his loss of composure, Li Shimei raised his hand to try and calm him down.

But Zhao Qianyuan suddenly swung out one hand, knocking the other's outstretched arm aside.

Zhao Qianyuan gritted his teeth, his face full of disbelief, and kept saying:

"You're still alive? How could you possibly still be alive... I abandoned 10,000 Ever Victorious Soldiers back then just to trap you in the enemy's trap. With your spirit, you would surely have died on the battlefield... How could you be alive?"

Xi Heng blinked, as if he had overheard some incredible secret.

"Guards!" Zhao Qianyuan waved his hand, and several figures suddenly appeared on the beams of Hua Manlou's house: "Take this man back to the palace!"

"Wait, wait." Xi Heng realized that he seemed to have gone too far.

She never imagined that the simple words "becoming an immortal" could have such a huge impact on this mad emperor.

Previously, the other party could barely be considered a normal person, but once it comes to things like becoming an immortal or cultivating the Tao, the obsession and madness in this madman's heart are immediately triggered, resulting in the current chaotic scene.

Now, it seems there's only one way to ease the situation, since she's probably no match for the mad emperor's personal guards...

"Your Majesty, calm down."

Helplessly, she removed the veil from her cheeks, revealing her face:

“Just now, I was just joking because I hadn’t seen Your Majesty for many years… I am not the person Your Majesty was referring to, but Zhao Xiheng, the daughter you lost ten years ago.”

Zhao Qianyuan frowned, and it took him a few seconds to remember who the name was.

"Zhao, Xiheng?"

He raised his hand to dismiss the shadow guards who had jumped to the ground, and then stared at Xi Heng for a long time.

His eyes flickered, his thoughts churning.

After a few breaths, the Mad Emperor finally reacted again, slowly letting out a sigh of relief. He then seemed to age several years in an instant, losing all his strength as he slumped into the chair.

He tilted his head back, squinted, and gently waved in Xi Heng's direction.

"I see... It's been a long time. You really do look like your aunt now, and you also have the talent for poetry and literature. You are truly a descendant of the Zhao family."

"I had imagined our meeting many times before, but I never thought it would be like this today." His tone immediately changed from passionate to weak, truly unpredictable.

"I am tired, Minister Shimei, escort me back to the palace..."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Li Shimei, who had previously addressed His Majesty as a brother, also adopted the honorific title.

"As for Xi Heng," Zhao Qianyuan took a few deep breaths to calm himself, and slowly said, "Let me think about it carefully today... I will send someone to welcome you to the palace tomorrow."

"Alright." When he revealed his identity, Xi Heng had already prepared to enter the palace.

We are ready to kill this mad emperor again.

The handsome Li Shimei helped the emperor out of the hall, around the screen, and their figures gradually disappeared into the distance.

Xi Heng breathed a sigh of relief once they and their bodyguards had left the building.

Just now, she was still harboring hostility towards that mad emperor, so she subconsciously said some things that would displease him.

At first, there seemed to be no problem, but the other party mistook me for a poet with high aspirations.

But when he casually mentioned the words "becoming an immortal," everything went too far.

Xi Heng shook his head.

"Perhaps when the emperor came knocking on my door, I was already doomed to this fate of being exposed?"

He was approached because the poem he had copied was too good.

If they had only copied a less brilliant poem, perhaps they wouldn't have attracted this mad emperor.

Or perhaps arriving in the capital a little later, so as to avoid meeting that Princess Chuxiao...

However, these experiences are meaningless in this world now; I'll try to use them again after reloading the save file.

"I'll have to be more careful in my next life," Xi Heng muttered to himself helplessly.

Zhao Qianyuan's figure finally disappeared, and Xi Heng breathed a sigh of relief. When he looked back, he saw that Yan Hongji and the others were still standing there, unable to come to their senses and understand the changes in front of them.

"I'm a bit tired too, I'll head back first." Xi Heng said simply, then walked towards the stairs he had come from.

After taking only a few steps, Yan Hongji, who had finally come to her senses, jogged to catch up.

"Senior sister is actually a member of the royal family...?"

"Hmm." The facts were already obvious, so Xi Heng didn't refute them anymore.

"When I was in the Sword Academy, I had guessed about Senior Sister's identity," Yan Hongji said softly. "But I never expected that Senior Sister would be a direct descendant of the royal family."

“Whether they are born of the legitimate line or illegitimate children, it doesn’t matter,” Xi Heng shook his head.

This is clearly not some ancient palace drama; regardless of whether she is a direct descendant or not, once she enters the palace, she will inevitably die.

Xi Heng only hoped that he could peacefully follow the same path as in his previous life and kill the emperor once more, if possible...

If the emperor is despised by all the officials, and she can kill the emperor without being punished or hunted down by the emperor's elite guards, and return to her normal life here, that would be great.

However, such development is clearly difficult to achieve.

In the vast palace, there will always be people loyal to the emperor, but if there is even one master of internal strength, then there is basically no hope.

Moreover, Xi Heng heard that the emperor was actually accompanied by a master of martial arts.

Even if she had magic at her disposal, she would have little chance against a martial artist at the Transformation Realm.

“How could it not matter?” Yan Hongji retorted from beside her:

“I heard from Chu Xiao that His Majesty’s older sons have rarely appeared in public for the past two years for some unknown reason. There are even rumors in the palace that the Crown Prince has disappeared. The order of succession is now almost up to Princess Chu Xiao, the Seventh Princess. And you are older than Chu Xiao and are a direct descendant… perhaps… perhaps…”

She didn't finish speaking, but Xi Heng clearly understood that Hong Ji was talking about the right of succession to the throne.

"Heh." She gave a bitter laugh. "I really don't care about the throne or anything like that."

If the throne could help her find some immortality method, Xi Heng wouldn't mind sitting on it.

Judging from the anxiety and obsession with the current emperor Zhao Qianyuan when he hears the words "becoming an immortal," it seems that even if he sits on the throne, it will be difficult for him to find the way to cultivate immortality.

"Moreover, if I go there, I will likely die ten times over."

"Why do you say that, Senior Sister?"

“That guy isn’t some respectable emperor, he’s a madman.” Xi Heng quickened his pace and returned to the room.

Today is probably her last day at Flower Pavilion, and she wants to try to break through to the Dark Force realm one last time.

Even if I can't break through the internal energy barrier, I should at least break through a few more tendons and joints...

Yan Hongji also witnessed Zhao Qianyuan's frenzied state today and sighed softly, "...that's indeed the case."

"How could such a person become emperor?"

"Perhaps it is precisely because he sits on the throne that he has such a strange temperament." Xi Heng did not think that a person sitting in the emperor's position, where he was the only one who mattered in heaven and earth, could be a decent person.

After chatting casually for a few more minutes, Xi Heng arrived at his room and opened the door.

There was someone in the room. Xi Heng looked over and saw that it was Chunxian, the maid in her room, who was making the bed and sweeping the floor.

Chunxian saw Xiheng walk in and bowed.

"Sir, the clothes you washed earlier are already placed on the left side of the cabinet, ready for your use at any time."

"Alright, go down." Xi Heng still maintained a bit of gentleness towards the little maid who had been taking care of him for two months.

"Please rest well, sir." Chunxian lowered her head shyly, a faint smile appearing on her face, and walked away in small steps.

As Xi Heng watched the other person walk away, he said softly, "This maid was not bad."

"Is that so?" Yan Hongji followed Xi Heng in and wrote down those words.

Since my senior praised her, I can promote her later.

"Yes, the service is quite excellent, but..."

"Just what?"

"It's nothing." Xi was unwilling to reveal what was on her mind.

When Chunxian entered the room or performed services with her in the bathroom, he would often look at her with a peculiar gaze, his eyes seemingly hiding something that resembled lust, but it was not obvious and difficult to be sure of.

While massaging her shoulders and arms in the bathroom, his hand would occasionally glide across her skin. Xi Heng found it a little strange each time, but he never said anything.

Maybe it was just a slip of the hand, or maybe I have some special hobby...

However, since Chunqian had taken good care of her during this period, Xiheng pretended that nothing had happened.

"I have some things to do, you can go now."

"Ah."

Yan Hongji came here specifically to offer some comfort after seeing the misfortune that had befallen Xi Heng.

Surprisingly, her senior sister has remained remarkably calm, even after saying that she would face certain death, she still maintains her usual indifferent demeanor.

That's something she really admires.

The fact that her senior sister remained calm even when questioned by the emperor just now truly filled her with admiration.

Hongji harbored many admiring thoughts, but seeing the atmosphere, it seemed inconvenient to express them. So she obeyed Xiheng's words, bowed to her, and slowly retreated away.

"Wow, that's amazing... Senior Sister." Yan Hongji thought that after spending so much time in the battlefield-like business world and accumulating so much experience, her mindset and abilities should be much stronger than those of her peers.

But when she's with her senior, she's still the junior sister who always needs to hide in the back.

"I hope my senior sister can live a peaceful life in the palace..." Yan Hongji prayed silently.

……

Inside the room, after Yan Hongji left and the door was closed, Xi Heng silently went to the dressing table, looked at his reflection, and murmured three words:

Inventory.

Several boxes lit up in front of him, and Xi Heng took out a red book from one of them and placed it on the table.

The four ferocious characters 'Blood Sea Great Technique' were engraved on the cover. Xi Heng reached out and gently stroked it, only to find that the book cover was extremely soft and smooth.

Having killed so many people along the way, Xi Heng already knew what the skin of the dead felt like when he touched the corpses, and it was similar to the feel of the Blood Sea Great Technique's seal.

Xi Heng licked his index finger, pinched the paper, and turned to the second half of the book.

Her fingertips traced across the book, eventually finding the evil spell she was referring to.

"Spirit Absorption Technique..."

Xi Heng closed the doors and windows, drew the red curtain, picked up a tinder stick and lit the candle on the dressing table. Using the faint candlelight and the little light from the outside, he silently studied the complex and mysterious strange methods in the book.

……

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Returning to the Heart Along the Path

into the night.

Xi Heng studied the Spirit Absorption Method for several hours, constantly pondering and simulating it in his mind. He used a fine brush to draw the intricate formations several times on a piece of Xuan paper, and then practiced in the room by pinching his fingers and stepping on the ground, chanting incantations dozens of times until he was proficient and mastered it.

She closed the book, shut her eyes, and recalled the entire formation process, carefully memorizing how to add the various precious materials required, their order, and so on.

Although she herself did not possess those seemingly expensive materials and large tripods made of gold and silver, the mad emperor did, and it was likely that they would be ready before she entered the palace.

Xi Heng believed that entering the palace was essentially like reloading a save file, so he prepared all the necessary work before doing so.

At this moment, preparations are finally complete.

"Next, let's try to break through a few more tendons and bones, and take another step towards internal strength." Xi Heng pressed his temples, relaxed his mind, and slowly got up.

Stretching her body, which had become stiff from sitting for so long, the girl was about to go to her bed to continue her cultivation when she heard several footsteps outside, followed by a knock on the door.

dong dong.

The knock was soft and gentle, and she already recognized who it was.

"Come in."

The tightly closed wooden door of the pavilion was slightly ajar, and a petite maid carrying a multi-tiered square lunchbox walked in from behind.

When Chunxian saw the dimly lit room, her eyes swept over the table covered with papers with all sorts of strange patterns and words, and she couldn't help but feel puzzled.

However, being only a maid, she knew better than to ask questions or look at things she shouldn't, and immediately lowered her head, saying:

"Sir, dinner is ready for you. Please enjoy your meal."