Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

"That's why I'm doing this!" Another, stronger official seemed too lazy to even pretend anymore and gave a random excuse.

"Are you of the same race?"

“No… cough cough, that’s not it.” Liang Cegong, who was dressed in red, explained, “I have been friends with the uncle of Military Governor Zhu Xun for many years. Now that my friend has passed away, I must pay my respects.”

After listening to these clumsy explanations, Xi Heng turned to another person and asked:

"Grand Counselor Li Yuan, what is your reason?"

"This old minister is different from them; I was delayed in attending court because of a fortuitous encounter," said Li Yuan, the eldest of the three, who was not as mature as he appeared and began to fabricate a story:

"Ten days ago, when I was returning home after the court session, I suddenly heard the voice of the late Emperor. When I turned around, I saw the late Emperor playing chess with several immortals who looked like children, and he beckoned me to come closer."

"Although the late emperor has become an immortal, since he has given the order, how could I disobey? So I went to watch the game of chess. After the game, I recited poems and sang songs, having a great time. A moment later, the late emperor nudged me and said with a smile, 'Why don't you leave?' I got up and returned home, only to find that ten days had passed outside. It was truly a marvel!"

Upon hearing this, Xi Heng could only think—this guy's ability to lie through his teeth might be even better than his own.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Xun and Liang Cegong, who were standing nearby, had gleaming eyes and clapped their hands in praise:

"This is truly wondrous! I never imagined that Doctor Li would have such a divine connection. He will surely have the chance to ascend to heaven like the late Emperor in the future!"

"It's a pity I'm already too old." And that old geezer actually shook his head in response: "Otherwise, I would certainly be seeking immortals and spirits..."

Xi Heng, sitting on the throne, rubbed his forehead.

These treacherous officials in the court also want to become immortals? Do they even deserve it?

She composed herself, then shook her head and said:

"This is utter nonsense. The fact that you three, as important officials in the court, can speak in such an absurd way is truly a misfortune for the Great Zhao."

The three treacherous officials below, despite being reprimanded by Xi Heng, did not bow their heads in apology. Instead, they still wore relaxed smiles and looked up at His Majesty on the throne.

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger. I was merely joking," said Li Yuan, the Grand Counselor. "I urge Your Majesty to make a decision on the matter of the woman in blood as soon as possible. I will do my utmost to fulfill Your Majesty's order."

"Hehe." Xi Heng continued to ask, "Did the three of you discuss today's remonstrance together?"

"Your Majesty has excellent judgment," one of the ministers said with a smile.

"You've dug a huge pit for me..." Xi Heng said knowingly, "You've already fabricated evidence that I am the woman in blood, and you're planning to use this decree against me after I announce the execution of the swordsman in blood?"

"..."

After she finished speaking, the court suddenly fell silent.

The three treacherous officials at the front abandoned their friendly demeanor, no longer concealing the malice in their eyes and the coldness in their hearts.

One of them said:

“Your Majesty, there are some things that should not be exposed… Your Majesty originally intended to live a few more days, but now it seems that is no longer possible.”

"I believe that if you hadn't come to court today and had continued to hide in the gutter like rats, you would have lived a few more days," Xi Heng said. "But since you've come to this court, you've dug your own graves."

"What arrogance, Your Majesty the Hero." The treacherous minister below scoffed, abandoning his act once he was exposed.

"Now that the Imperial Preceptor is dead, the Commander of the Imperial Guards is poisoned and on the verge of death, and that damned eunuch surnamed Gao has abandoned His Majesty to support Princess Chuxiao, His Majesty is now all alone. How can he possibly be our enemy?"

Upon hearing this, Xi Heng stood up gracefully, casually tossing aside his dragon robe to reveal a dark red outfit embroidered with bright gold dragons and phoenixes underneath. He then drew his imperial sword from his waist with his right hand.

"With the sword in my hand!"

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Chapter 47, Heartfelt Dedication

In the imperial court, several treacherous officials, seeing Xi Heng draw his sword, not only showed no fear but instead burst into laughter:

"Your Majesty is so young, no matter how amazing your talent is, you are at most at the initial stage of Inner Strength! How can you possibly deal with a Transformation Strength expert?"

One of them suddenly waved his hand behind him and shouted, "Black Blade Master! Please make your move!"

Before the words had even finished, a dark figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the main hall.

At the same time, the sound of howling wind followed.

A black wind, carrying countless specks of dust, swept into the court, causing the colorful court robes of the officials to billow and ripple.

Xi Heng stared intently, brandishing his sword and shouting, "Where are the Imperial Guards?!"

"Still thinking about the Imperial Guards? They're truly courting death!" someone mocked below.

"Your Majesty's imperial guards have long been bribed by this old minister! They will never participate in this conflict!"

"Really?" Xi Heng replied calmly.

Seeing the dark gray, eerie wind carrying a heavy, oppressive killing intent as it blew in, she merely glanced at it casually before turning her gaze back down to the treacherous officials below.

She took a step forward, and as she landed, a deafening clang of swords and spears suddenly came from above. The figure shrouded in black wind was blocked by the suddenly appearing commander of the Imperial Guards, who held a silver dragon spear.

Clang——

The crisp sound of a blade, accompanied by the whistling of a demonic wind, echoed throughout the hall. The dark figure that had attacked from above revealed its true form. This person was wearing a tattered black robe, holding a large blade, with pale skin and no eyebrows or hair.

The broadsword in his hand had a straight blade, and the edge was covered with countless dense dents and sword marks. It did not look like a divine weapon that could cut through iron like mud, but rather a worn-out broadsword that he had picked up casually from a fierce battlefield.

But whenever the long sword is swung, gusts of dark gray wind always rise up.

His imposing presence caused all the court officials in the surrounding area to retreat to a corner.

As the silver dragon spear blocked the worn-out broadsword, and the commander of the Imperial Guard gritted his teeth and endured it, a figure in blue appeared from the side. It was the old eunuch who had been hiding nearby.

He raised both palms, flashing them back and forth in a dazzling display, and then unleashed a powerful strike at the black-robed swordsman from a distance.

The palm strike rippled and roared, faintly carrying the sound of a tiger's roar.

Sensing the threat, the black-robed swordsman above immediately turned his blade and slashed upwards again.

The spear was held horizontally to block again, and the black-clad swordsman used the force to fall rapidly to the ground.

The thin legs slammed onto the carpet with a muffled thud, followed by the Imperial Guard Commander and the old eunuch, who also landed and stood in front of the swordsman.

"Eunuch Gao..." The pale, inhuman-looking black-clad swordsman sneered in a hoarse voice:

"Just as the rumors say, you are suffering from internal injuries and your meridians are disordered, preventing you from gathering and transforming your energy. Otherwise, that palm strike just now might have really knocked me to the ground."

"Master of the Black Blade!" the old eunuch shouted.

"His Majesty is a chivalrous emperor who cares for the country and its people. If you assassinate him, not only will the court want your head, but even the most chivalrous and righteous people in the vast martial arts world will surely take your life! It's not too late to stop now, otherwise you will be despised and hunted down by everyone for the rest of your life!"

"Disdain?" The man in black robes seemed to have heard a funny story, and chuckled a few more times in a deep, hoarse voice:

"I was already hated by the entire martial arts world more than a decade ago when I murdered my master, but so what?"

"Once I have spent ten years cultivating my inner strength, fame and power will be as easy as taking candy from a baby."

"There are no righteous paths, etiquette, or rules in the martial arts world! Whoever has the biggest fist and the highest martial arts skills is the rule!"

He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and as he spun the black robe and the long sword, gusts of black wind rose up again.

Xi Heng, who was being protected behind her, narrowed her eyes. The other party's killing intent was no less than hers.

I probably haven't killed enough people myself.

As Xi Heng pondered, the old eunuch and the commander of the Imperial Guards in front of him also unleashed their imposing auras to counter the intense killing intent.

At the same time, the hundreds of imperial guards guarding outside the palace finally arrived upon hearing the commotion. Their armor plates trembled as they struck the ground, and the red tassels on their spears fluttered as they surrounded the Black Blade Master, forming a spear formation.

"Drink!" the guards shouted in unison to bolster their courage and encourage each other.

"What?" The Black Blade Master frowned, his smooth, pale brows furrowing as he turned back to ask:

"Are you trying to evade the issue? Didn't you say you'd already bribed the Imperial Guards so they wouldn't come to stop us?"

The three treacherous officials panicked when they saw the Imperial Guards arrive. They stared at the Imperial Guards commander and the eunuch who were wielding silver spears and acting energetically: "You've been poisoned by the Blood-Devouring Poison, so why are you still able to fight? And why are you trying to stop us?"

"How can we stand by and watch His Majesty be attacked?" The old eunuch waved his hand as if to fight, his body glowing with a faint white aura that protected him.

The commander of the Imperial Guards laughed loudly, and suddenly swung his spear, the wind from which shook the ground and scattered dust.

"His Majesty spared my life; what harm is there in sacrificing it for him?"

"This, this..." The once confident treacherous minister looked around and took a few steps back, saying:

"Master, the situation has changed. Why don't you help us break through the encirclement first?"

"So what if the situation has changed? With just the two of you at the peak of internal strength, plus this bunch of shrimp soldiers and crab generals beside you, do you think you can stop me?!" The man laughed arrogantly, his dark eyes fixed on Xi Heng.

The next instant, he moved his feet and transformed into a black shadow, wielding his sword to attack.

Xi Heng raised his longsword, ready to meet the enemy.

Ahead, Eunuch Gao and Commander Ma Yi exchanged a few more blows to stop the shadowy figure. Seeing that he could not behead him directly, the swordsman simply swung a gust of wind at Xi Heng, then fixed his gaze on the eunuch, twirled his broadsword, and slashed down at him.

Xi Heng suddenly thrust his longsword forward with hidden force, unleashing a sword gust of wind in an attempt to block the incoming blade wind.

However, the wind from the blade, which had already blown more than ten meters away, was still strong. Even though the wind from the sword had partially neutralized it, many fine bloodstains still appeared on her clothes and one side of her face.

"Your Majesty, we can only hold him off for now!"

The old eunuch's shouts reached Xi Heng's ears.

Immediately afterwards, the sounds of clashing swords and spears rang out one after another.

Xi Heng glanced at them and saw that in just a few moves, the two masters of internal energy were already clearly at a disadvantage.

The next instant, she stared without hesitation at the three treacherous officials who were quietly retreating.

Given her initial stage of mastering the Dark Force martial arts, she naturally could not participate in battles against martial artists at the Transformation Force level.

She wasn't particularly skilled in light-footed martial arts; she was alright at traveling, but if she really wanted to escape, judging from the enemy's lightning-fast light-footedness when they entered the arena, she would have a hard time getting away.

It would be better to take advantage of this last bit of time to cut off a few more heads from our enemies.

Xi Heng raised his longsword and charged straight at the treacherous minister on the ground with all his might.

Upon seeing Xi Heng draw his sword and launch a surprise attack, the three treacherous ministers immediately changed their stealthy footsteps into a hurried escape.

However, they clearly did not possess any internal or light-body skills, and even their escape was disheveled. One of them even stepped on his own court robe and fell to the ground with a whoosh.

Xi Heng transformed into a dark red blood shadow and approached. He raised his long sword high beside the fallen Imperial Advisor. Seeing the other party's panicked appearance, he subconsciously felt a sense of joy.

She suddenly thrust her longsword downwards in a backhand motion, the sharp blade piercing the man's back, crushing his heart, and embedding itself two inches into the floor of the hall before she pulled it straight out.

"Spare me, spare my life—" Blood had already splattered from the longsword before this man could utter those two words.

"late!"

Fresh blood gushed out of the other person's wound like a fountain.

After killing this man, she looked at the other two treacherous officials.

The two mortals stared wide-eyed, retreating and waving their hands, begging for mercy.

"He didn't have the guts to kill those three people before." Xi Heng listened for a few moments and found it uninteresting.

"No wonder none of you can become prime ministers."

Having said that, she stepped forward and chopped off another person's twisted and terrified face.

Blood spurted out, and the head, wearing an official hat, rolled down, spinning several times.

Xi Heng's clothes and sword were stained with blood, and the warm, bloody smell only excited him.

She raised her right hand and licked it, her nimble fingers gripping the sword hilt again. Her eyes, slightly reddened from the surging blood and qi within her body, fell on the last person fleeing in the distance.

The white-haired girl walked lightly, her steps seemingly slow, but she caught up with the other person in the next moment.

Xi Heng grabbed the treacherous official's left hand and twisted his wrist suddenly. The official's arm snapped with a crack, the joint twisted beyond its limit, causing the man to scream like a pig being slaughtered, unable to move from the pain.

She pushed him again, knocking him to the ground, and with a slash of her longsword, she tore a thin red line across his body.

Xi Heng lifted his foot, turning the official face up, and asked:

"What's your name?"

The other party was filled with fear and nervously opened his mouth to respond, but Xi Heng stabbed him in the mouth with his sword, piercing through it.

"Oh, I remember now, you're the one in charge of the Privy Council." Xi Heng moved his arm and flicked the other's head, parting the corner of his mouth.

The man's eyes widened, blood gushed from his throat, and he could only gurgle and mumble, unable to utter a single word.

After slaying three people, Xi Heng exhaled and looked around again, only to find that the surrounding scene had become chaotic once more.

Most of the officials who were originally attending court meetings had already hidden in various corners or left the Taixiao Palace altogether.

Meanwhile, the Imperial Guards who had surrounded the arena had already been hacked to pieces by the Black-Clad Blade Master; their heavy dark red armor was no match for the blade strikes of a Transformation Realm martial artist.

At this moment, the commander of the Imperial Guards was knocked to the ground, leaving only the old eunuch covered in wounds still fighting desperately. However, a martial artist using palm techniques could not defeat a martial artist using a knife, let alone one who was at the Transformation Realm. Now, the old eunuch had been deeply injured by the knife wind, his body covered in wounds, and he looked like a bloody mess.