Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

The black-haired girl tried to hand it back, but the other person raised their hand to refuse.

Zhao Chuxiao stared intently at Xi Heng, her eyes revealing hesitation and contemplation. She opened her mouth as if to ask her something more, but after considering it, she ultimately said nothing, only letting out a simple breath and saying:

"Thank you for your guidance. We may meet again in the future."

Currently, when she faces Xi Heng, she only feels a sense of doubt and familiarity, and a certain figure from her memory faintly emerges in her mind.

However, it remains uncertain whether this sense of familiarity confirms anything.

So he recited these words of farewell and then turned and left.

Stepping out the door, boarding the carriage that had been waiting outside for a long time, they then left the place.

Xi Heng tilted his head, and after sensing that the other party was far away, he also took a closer look at the jade pendant in his hand—he seemed to have seen this little thing somewhere before.

Anyway, I put it away first. I glanced at the sky and saw that it was already closing time.

She easily closed the shop door, and then, while tidying up the counter, Yin Wanluan came out with several newly made orders of clothes. As she packaged them, she chatted with Xi Heng about the day's events.

Xi Heng then casually recounted his encounter.

"Emperor Huangxiao, Zhao Chuxiao?" Having lived in the mortal realm for almost a year, Yin Wanluan had naturally heard of this name.

"Yes, that guy seems to really enjoy playing chess, and his attitude was quite good later on," Xi Heng remarked.

But to Yin Wanluan, it took on a different meaning:

"Could she, like those other women who came specifically for you, harbor some kind of malicious intent?"

Xi Heng blinked, unable to understand why Yin Wanluan could think so far ahead and yet make such a big mistake—

"After all, so many guys have come with ulterior motives before, could it be the same today?" The other person understood her intention from her wink and explained.

"How could that be? You're overthinking it. Everyone's here for your clothes."

The black-haired girl shook her head, pretending not to understand.

"What if the emperor summons you to the palace?" Yin Wanluan continued.

"That... is a bit against human ethics."

Xi Heng thought for a moment, then smiled bitterly and began to recount his background.

Starting from the beginning, the story begins with the feud between Zhao Qianqiu and Zhao Qianyuan's generation, and then continues to his own generation.

Incidentally, he also took out his jade pendant, which he used to identify his royal status, from his inventory and handed it to the other party.

After a short conversation, Yin Wanluan, holding the jade pendant, simply said:

"So you used to be a princess... I never would have guessed."

Xi Heng chuckled: "I can't tell either."

I am very different from the traditional image of a princess.

Then, the topic was immediately changed again:

"Now that we've heard the stories, let's get back to the most important topic—what are we going to eat today?"

Faced with this problem, even a Dao Integration Realm cultivator and a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator would hesitate for a period of time.

"We've already visited all the inns and shops along Qin Xie Lane. How about we cook some more meals together today?" Yin Wanluan finally replied.

"Then let's go out and get some ingredients together."

After tidying up the counter, Xi Heng went up and took the other person's hand to lead them outside the shop.

While strolling through Qin Xie Lane, you'll occasionally encounter customers who have been to the shops before.

Some generous and cheerful young ladies would wave to her, and Xi Heng would inevitably respond subconsciously, only to have Yin Wanluan hold her hand tightly for a moment.

"Just saying hello."

“There’s always this one time when you’ll unleash your own fragrance and attract lots of butterflies,” Yin Wanluan said, squinting.

"What kind of flower am I? I can't emit any fragrance."

"At least, during the years I've lived with you, it'll just be the two of us, okay?" she asked again.

“Okay, okay.” Xi Heng readily agreed.

……

Time flies, and two months have passed easily.

I have been living in the mortal realm of Chonghai for a full year.

The money that Yuyi Pavilion has earned since it opened is enough to buy another shop next door and hire staff to transform it into a clinic.

After purchasing the property, Xi Heng connected the two adjacent courtyards, expanded the kitchen in the back courtyard of the clinic, and purchased various kitchen utensils in preparation for cooking meals together in the future.

Once the clinic is more than halfway renovated, we will continue to purchase various medicines, herbs, and medical equipment.

While slowly collecting information in various places, Xi Heng often passed by notices posted with official gazettes, and even saw the chess game he had previously explained to Zhao Chuxiao in one of them.

This game seems to have sparked considerable discussion, being hailed as a once-in-a-millennium game, a masterpiece known as "Nine Dragons Dancing Together." Furthermore, the emergence of this game has led to the development of several standard opening sequences in the chess world.

Xi Heng casually glanced over, chuckled, and then continued to carry his large and small packages, naturally ignoring the rest, before returning to his courtyard.

Four months later, the clinic was renovated and fully equipped with medical equipment.

Xi Heng ordered a large quantity of common medicinal herbs to fill the medicine cabinet. After having his medical skills tested by the imperial court and receiving a scroll that resembled a qualification certificate, he returned and opened his clinic.

Yin Wanluan opened the door with her and said:

"From now on, this place will have another very capable doctor."

"No, I only treat minor illnesses here. I haven't bought any truly rare and expensive medicinal herbs." The plaque that Xi Heng carved for this clinic only had the three characters 'Xiao Yu Xuan'.

"If Xi Heng uses all his strength, what level of illness can he cure?" the other person asked curiously.

“It shouldn’t be a problem to bring ordinary people back to life, but if someone is reduced to ashes without a trace, they probably can’t be saved,” Xi Heng thought for a moment and said.

However, even if she could be brought back to life, she wouldn't really want to do it.

This act of reversing the natural order, even if used only on mortals, will produce significant karmic consequences.

"That's amazing," Yin Wanluan praised.

"But that kind of thing takes too much effort, so I'll just use some ordinary techniques to treat minor illnesses like colds and flu."

Xi Heng posted an opening notice on the door and then waited from day to evening... but no one came all day.

"Everyone seems to be quite healthy lately."

She just spent the whole day reading books and didn't do anything else.

"After that, I hired someone to look after the shop, and he can come back when there are patients."

Three days later, Xi Heng hired a young girl from the surrounding area who knew a little about medicine to help her work at the counter. As for Yin Wanluan's Yuyi Pavilion, she had already hired outsiders to look after the shop when she started preparing the medical center a few months ago.

After establishing the clinic, Xi Heng spent his free time with Yin Wanluan, helping her make new clothes and complete orders.

She can also complete some small sewing tasks, reducing the other person's workload.

He also became the local chef, preparing different dishes every day, some flavorful and others light and fresh.

She only goes to the clinic when there are patients, conducts a simple diagnosis and then prepares the medicine; the whole process is smooth and natural.

After quickly diagnosing the problem and preparing the prescription, he returned to the back courtyard and continued to study cooking.

This routine continued endlessly.

One day, Xi Heng successfully treated a rather difficult minor ailment at the clinic.

It works in combination with various therapies to perfectly restore the affected skin to a smooth and clean state.

After the minor surgery, which lasted only half an hour, her reputation for being highly skilled in treating rashes, cold-related ailments, and other similar conditions spread quickly.

Therefore, Xi Heng suddenly became very busy and even forgot to prepare meals for everyone every day.

A few days later, in order to regain some free time, she devised a relatively versatile treatment ointment using common medicinal herbs. Whenever a patient with a skin condition came, she would simply give them a jar of the medicine and have them apply it at home.

In this way, she could regain enough space to continue providing Yin Wanluan, herself, and the young girl they hired at the shop with a few meals every day—something she quite liked.

A few months later, another female patient with a difficult-to-treat illness came to Xiaoyuxuan.

Its entire body was covered with cracked blood vessels, and its skin looked as if it were shattered.

The patient had visited many medical clinics, all of which said there was no cure, so they came here to try their luck.

And when she saw how young Xi Heng looked, she subconsciously sighed.

Upon entering, the black-haired girl glanced at him casually, shook her head, and immediately said:

"There's no hope. Go home and wait to die."

She could clearly see that a strong aura of death was constantly lingering on the surface of this person's body.

The skin became stiff and sticky due to internal bleeding, and the body was pale, like a broken piece of porcelain that had been forcibly glued back together, full of blood streaks and cracks.

The other person listened, but didn't say anything more. They just silently got up and slowly walked towards the door.

He staggered a few steps before suddenly falling down.

With disheveled hair, he collapsed to the ground and immediately lost consciousness.

Xi Heng sighed softly and instructed the shop's employee to help the man up and move him to a bed.

However, the girl could not move the woman's slender body, so she had to take matters into her own hands, wrapping the woman, who was lying on the ground covered in blood and with an extremely pale face, and carrying her to a bed at the back of the clinic.

Seeing that it was already night outside, he dismissed the staff, closed the door, and went to the bedside to feed the patient a few sips of water using a bamboo tube.

Not long after, the other person slowly woke up, with pain in their eyes and utter despair in their gaze.

“You’re Bloodborne’s assassin, right?” Xi Heng pointed out the other party’s identity.

The other party didn't ask how she knew, but feeling that her life was about to end, she nodded with difficulty.

"Judging from your condition, you must have comprehended the Absolute Sword and were trying to take the Bloodline Sword Technique to the next level, but you made a mistake along the way, causing your veins to become disordered and your blood and qi to collapse. The sword qi spread outward from the inside, which is why your body is so damaged."

The black-haired girl lit a candle beside her, illuminating the dimness of the room.

Upon hearing this, the other person slowly turned their head and spoke weakly:

"You are also... a successor of the Bloodline Sword?"

"That's it."

Xi Heng recalled that his time at the Red Thread Sword Academy was a long, long time ago.

After taking a few breaths to calm the chaotic energy within his body, the other person said sadly:

"It was my failure. I had clearly swung the sword, but a moment of fear caused my qi to become disordered. If I had swung the sword completely without any reservation..."

"Then you will reach the Transformation Realm, but at the same time, you will die immediately."

The black-haired girl stood up, casually picked up a few common medicines from the mortal world, and prepared a simple prescription that could only be used to replenish qi and blood.

Then he lit a fire on the stove and took a clay pot to boil the medicine.

He then continued, "Failure is fine too, at least we can survive a little longer like this."

The Blood Killer remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking:

"How much longer can I live?"

"Three days, I'll drink the medicine I'm brewing next. Your strength will be enough to last six days." Xi Heng took a bowl and threw the medicinal herbs into the pot.

"Is it really hopeless?" The other person's tone was unusually calm for some reason.

“You are covered in deathly aura. Unless you have someone in the underworld who can pull strings for you in the King of Hell,” she chuckled.

"There are many familiar faces below, but in this new world, those we know are few and far between," the man said.

"Going down to reunite with family wouldn't be a bad thing."

The black-haired girl took a few more candies that she had made earlier from a nearby earthenware jar and fed them to the other person.

Then they waited quietly for the medicine to be brewed and cooled.

Is there really an underworld after death?

"I don't know." Xi Heng had never been to the afterlife.

And even if she wanted to go, she couldn't.

The other party was silent for a while, then changed the subject: