Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

The flames failed to explode as expected and instead vanished like food that had been swallowed.

The dragon head made a gurgling sound, then tilted its hideous and terrifying dirty head from behind the city wall, staring at the tens of thousands of troops outside the city, which looked like ants, with a greedy look in its eyes—as if it wanted to devour the tens of thousands of troops.

"So it had already broken free from underground beforehand?" Zhao Chuxiao frowned slightly at the front of the army formation, then turned his gaze to the Crimson Goddess beside him: "This thing doesn't seem to be something that a Qi Refining cultivator can handle. Do you have enough backup plans?"

"Of course." Chen Fenghuo, dressed in white robes, simply raised his hand and gestured to the side, saying, "Lord Hongmiao, please make your move."

Then, a figure stepped out from the rear of the training troops, taking off his white robe to reveal a red and white martial arts outfit.

She nodded slightly to Chen Fenghuo, then reached behind her hair and took out a white hairpin shaped like a feather.

With the movement, a spark of spiritual fire emerged from the tip of the hairpin and rapidly expanded before everyone's eyes, transforming into a human form.

The spiritual fire quickly condensed and took shape, transforming into a white-haired, red-eyed girl in a red dress. Her ethereal beauty and graceful bearing were no different from those of the legendary immortals.

After the girl appeared, she first covered her mouth and yawned as if she had just woken up. Her second action was to turn around and greet her: "Senior sister, it's been a long time. What did you call me here for this time?"

Just as Senior Sister Hongmiao was about to answer, a wave of dragon might swept over her, causing her to subconsciously turn her gaze away.

Looking at the terrifying dragon head, Xi Heng tilted his head and said "Oh":

"Do you need my help dealing with this guy? He's an old acquaintance..."

……

Volume 1: Chapter 331, Stars Shift and Things Change

Outside the south gate of the capital.

A large army dressed in full armor filled the mountains and fields.

The vanguard carried shields, with spearmen positioned behind them, archers standing on the rear, and ample arrows and various siege weapons and ammunition.

However, these siege weapons seem to be temporarily useless, because the enemy behind the city walls is beyond imagination—that burly and formidable foe is a ferocious gray dragon whose head alone is more than twenty meters wide.

The dragon's head was pitted and uneven, with broken scales and rough skin covered with strange black and white spots that looked like a disease. It was asymmetrical, with one eye larger than the other, and its pupils were different sizes. Perhaps it was considered ugly among dragons.

If a true dragon were to see this, it might call him a bastard.

Xi Heng had seen a simulated reconstruction of the Golden Dragon in the Senluo Domain. Its body was beautiful and smooth, and every scale was symmetrical and natural, which was completely different from what he saw before him.

She glanced at it a couple more times, gave a light chuckle, and casually said to it:

"This is the first time I've seen you since you left the Dragon-Locking Well, and I've seen your true appearance. It's truly hideous..."

"Could it be that you grew up in the mud underground, so your appearance just happened to grow up like that?"

The giant dragon behind the city remained silent, only watching the ant-like army formation below.

Humans appear incredibly small, yet for some reason, they always give it a sense of danger.

However, his lust for flesh and blood prevailed even more, and his ferocious teeth parted slightly, emitting a muffled sound as he made his move.

As the ground trembled, the gray dragon swirled its unevenly thick body, dragging behind it, raising its head higher and higher, its momentum growing rapidly.

"Is it that you can't speak?" Xi Heng clicked his tongue.

She had originally planned to catch up with this guy first before killing him, but now it seemed there was no need to say anything more.

The Zhao army at the rear was intimidated by this rotten dragon. The soldiers were terrified and only dared to muster all their courage. They did not retreat even a step because they saw that His Majesty was still standing in front of the formation.

Zhao Chuxiao, Chen Fenghuo, and the others were also staring at Xi Heng's carefree back.

A slender, white-haired woman faced off against a gray dragon whose head alone was as large as a palace—judging by size and appearance alone, the outcome seemed already decided.

Even though they had all heard Chen Fenghuo say that this immortal master possessed the Nascent Soul realm, they still couldn't guarantee it.

Because of the spiritual cultivation methods, no one in the Chonghai region has yet openly broken through to the Qi Refining stage.

People subconsciously believe that even if they break through a realm, it is only breaking through one layer of limitation. After that, they still have to continue climbing a mountain, slowly increasing their cultivation and strength.

What they didn't know was that each breakthrough in a realm was a huge leap, and this became increasingly true as they progressed.

A cultivator at the peak of Qi Refining might be able to exchange a few blows with a cultivator in the early stages of Foundation Establishment, but a cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishment is simply no match for a Golden Core cultivator.

The Nascent Soul stage is a hundred times stronger than the Golden Core stage. Even if hundreds of peak Golden Core cultivators attack at the same time, without a special magic weapon specifically designed to counter the Nascent Soul stage, they cannot pose a substantial threat to a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Although both are spiritual cultivators, Xi Heng's strength is vastly different from that of the Zhao cultivator below.

The difference between it and the terrifying gray dragon in front of them was equally enormous.

The dragon's head gradually rises, revealing its body below, and its neck bends, causing its head to pass over the city wall.

It started slowly, then immediately accelerated, a dragon roar resounding as its head, like a cannonball, pierced the air as it bit towards Xi Heng's location—

The dragon's head fell, smashing a huge crater into the hard stone slab.

Dust flew everywhere, and thick smoke billowed.

After the chaos subsided, Xi Heng's figure reappeared on the side.

From nowhere, the girl grasped a crimson longsword, slashing through the air with a crimson mark.

The red marks widened, as if the space itself had been torn apart and bled, occupying the entire neck of the dragon's head.

Immediately afterward, a flash of red light appeared, and the giant gray dragon's neck and head were severed in an instant.

Its once-proud body suddenly lost its strength and collapsed, crushing large sections of the city wall with a series of loud crashes.

Black and red blood gushed from the torn neck, and the blood contained worm-like monsters swimming around. Xi Heng swept it away with a golden light and burned it clean.

The dragon's head rolled twice after hitting the ground, as if trying to open its mouth to make a sound, with a struggle evident in its eyes.

However, as the golden light shone down, the blood carrying evil energy and strange insects evaporated and vanished, and the aura of death enveloped the gradually drying head.

Once the golden light faded, the gray dragon lay still on the ground in front of the city wall, making no further move.

Xi Heng then stepped forward naturally amidst the stunned silence of the crowd.

He casually swung his sword, slicing open the dragon's jaw and revealing its teeth.

Cut off the root of the tongue, remove the outer layer of meat, and reveal the delicious meat inside.

He then sent out spiritual energy, which transformed into a giant hand, to grab the sliced ​​dragon tongue meat and place it on the ground to the side.

He used magic to cleanse it, and then released several dense sword energies at will, cutting it into small pieces.

Having done all this, he clapped his hands and turned to greet his friends from his past life:

"This dragon has recovered so well, its tongue meat should be even more tender than before. Would you like to eat some together?"

"..."

Her voice echoed across the entire siege battlefield.

Outside, only dust and sand swirled, and flags fluttered.

Xi Heng turned around and saw many people standing there, stunned and unable to believe what they were seeing.

It seems like only a single red line was drawn before the result was determined.

Without any fanfare or fierce battle, the outcome was decided in a mere instant before anyone could even see it.

The gray dragon's death was already before their eyes, yet no one understood what had happened.

Only the white-haired girl in front of the city wall tilted her head and thought, "Oh, I almost forgot you still have a war to fight. Let's eat after the war is over. Hopefully it won't be too long."

A flash of purple light appeared on the fingertip ring, and the neatly cut square piece of meat was temporarily stored in the spatial ring.

Then he yawned, returned to the large chariot at the front of the battle, and sat down temporarily next to Zhao Chuxiao.

"Do you have any fruit?" Xi Heng asked his younger sister.

For some reason, no one has responded to the situation so far.

Five seconds later, Zhao Chuxiao suppressed her unusual demeanor and coughed lightly a few times, saying:

“This… Immortal Master, the army has not prepared any fresh fruit.”

"Hmm, it's autumn now, there should be some in the city right now." Xi Heng thought for a moment and expanded his spiritual sense to a width of a thousand meters.

With a casual grab, he used spatial magic to retrieve a ripe pear from a fruit shop. After washing it with spiritual light, he took a small bite; it was sweet, delicious, and juicy.

While eating fruit, she felt many eyes were on her, and clicked her tongue in disapproval.

"Don't keep looking at me. You guys are fighting your battles. I was summoned by my senior sister to deal with that dragon, so I won't be lifting a finger next."

"Senior... is that Miss Hong Miao your senior sister?" Zhao Chuxiao asked subconsciously.

“Yes.” The white-haired girl answered casually while taking small bites of a pear, “Not only is she my senior sister, but you are also my younger sister.”

"Could you explain in detail?" His Majesty Chu Xiao was stunned again.

"Don't you think we look a lot alike?" Xi Heng turned his head.

Looking at this overly perfect appearance, the other person was in a daze for a moment before realizing that the immortal's features did indeed seem to have some similarities to their own.

"I am Zhao Xiheng, the favored princess of the Zhao Dynasty who disappeared in her childhood," Xiheng explained casually.

After slowly finishing the pear in her hand, she crossed a thousand meters to grab a ripe persimmon to taste.

Although the fruit had no spiritual power, it was fresh enough that it tasted quite good to her.

"Royal sister?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Really?" The other party just wouldn't believe it.

“It’s true, but you don’t need to worry about that. Although I have an identity in this world, I am not a person of this world and will not do anything... I only came to see you because my senior sister summoned me.” As Xi Heng spoke, he turned around and waved to his senior sister.

Hong Miao responded with only a slight restraint, which made her sigh inwardly.

In this life, she and her senior sister were not close, and their relationship could not be as intimate as it had been before.

That's a pity.

"Royal sister..." Zhao Chuxiao only uttered these two words softly after hearing this.

It was unclear whether she was speaking softly to herself or addressing Xi Heng.

Before long, the siege began, with soldiers bombarding the city walls like a tidal wave, accompanied by various weapons and cultivators' spells.

Because of the dragon's fall, the Zhao army was in high spirits, while Yan Meng's defending troops were still in a daze.

It wasn't until the earthen mound created by the spell was placed against the city wall that a general reacted and ordered a defense.

However, Yan Meng's army was completely demoralized and was not good at defending the city. Under the magic and overwhelming force of the Zhao army, they could not hold out for long.

Half an hour later, the south side of the city wall was completely occupied.

Then the army stormed into the city streets and alleys, where the cultivators displayed their might. Yan Meng could only put up a fight against the elite dragon warriors; the other ordinary soldiers were no match for him.

The battle raged from morning till dusk, and the capital was recaptured by the Great Zhao, with flags planted on the city walls and the imperial city.

Several enemy generals were captured and temporarily imprisoned in the dungeon.

Afterwards, Zhao Chuxiao returned to the capital and saw that the few civilians who had failed to escape with the army had been severely ravaged and harmed by Yan Meng's army. After his anger subsided, he declared that he would fight Yan Meng to the death and that he would wipe out the entire Yan Meng country in the future so that it would never be able to invade the south again.

The army responded loudly, their morale soaring to its peak.

Later that night, at the victory celebration banquet, Xi Heng took out the dragon tongue from the ring and handed it over to the army cook to cook and barbecue, and dined with several relatives and friends.

During the casual conversation, he casually mentioned his own identity, and then the topic gradually deepened, talking about the things that cultivators need to pay attention to, describing the major realms, and reciting various methods of advancement, the materials needed and the probability of success, etc.

With her explanation, a cultivator who had already reached the Nascent Soul stage, the originally vague concept of advancing to Foundation Establishment gradually became clear in people's minds.

Then they learned what the Golden Elixir and the Nascent Soul were, and how to achieve them.

This nighttime conversation was of great benefit to cultivators throughout the world. The part about cultivation may later be written into a book and interpreted by people of later generations.

After finishing his meal, Xi Heng said as he left, "Cultivators must not persecute mortals, or they will be punished by heaven and earth."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure turned into a ball of fire and disappeared.

……

Far, far away, in the central courtyard of the cultivation grounds on a mountain.

Within the pavilion enveloped in a sea of ​​flowers, Xi Heng withdrew his consciousness from the distance.

This time, after sending out his divine sense and seeing the faces of those relatives and friends again, his state of mind became more peaceful.

"I'm about to advance to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, let's go all out!"

The essence of heaven and earth is still at work, which has prevented her from encountering any bottlenecks so far.

Feeling that he had accumulated enough spiritual energy, he rested and calmed himself for a few days to bring all his states to their peak, and then returned to the pavilion to try to break through.