Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Even if the total number of psychological ages doesn't increase, it should remain the same, right?

"Could it be that the Deadly Technique really does have some psychological effect? ​​My mental age limit in my previous life should have increased even more, but it was canceled out?"

"Or perhaps, it's just that the rapid withering and weakening of the body has affected the mind as well. As long as it's not as intense as this time, and it's done gradually and gently, with a period of rest after each use of the Deadly Technique, it won't have too much of an impact..."

"Or is it that... living a shorter lifespan itself affects one's psychological age?"

Xi Heng tilted his head, genuinely puzzled.

Although I have some guesses, I am unwilling to verify them using my own psychological age.

She no longer needs to use the deadly method; there is no need for a control group.

"Oh well, it's only two years less, so let's just say that I gained less mental age in my previous life."

"But two years sounds like a lot..." Xi Heng pouted.

"Hopefully, we'll find a way to achieve immortality soon, which might allow us to ignore this deficiency."

Xi Heng's gaze fell on the item selection section, and he chose the four martial arts manuals of the Transformation Realm that he had prepared beforehand and had memorized in this life.

Once you've confirmed, click "Load Save".

A familiar sense of distortion and erosion washed over me, and after what seemed like an indeterminate period of time, I smelled the decaying wood in the room again.

Opening my eyes, I saw again the jagged beams of the roof above me, with spiderwebs fluttering about.

This scene had flashed through Xi Heng's mind several times, and he had memorized this moment, even remembering the locations of several spiders. Turning his gaze, he saw that it was indeed right there. Absolutely.

"I don't really want to keep waking up in this dilapidated little house in this village at the foot of the mountain..." Xi Heng muttered to himself.

"Should we create a save file in the palace or a room in the Flower Pavilion afterward? Of course, we can't just waste it... When the time is right, we should try to choose a better environment."

Every time I reload a save, the first thing that hits my nose is the smell of damp, decaying wood, which I really don't like.

Xi Heng slowly got up. This time, she didn't feel too tired when she woke up, unlike the previous two times when she collapsed on the bed and slept for a whole day.

After thinking about what he needed to do, he got up, took his money pouch, rummaged through the cabinet and found a few taels of loose silver, and left the room.

Outside, the sun shone brightly. Xi Heng, now rejuvenated like a seventeen-year-old girl, walked along the familiar road to the village entrance.

Along the way, they encountered the old carpenter villager from their previous life again, along with his black dog.

Along the way, some villagers came up to greet her, and she waved back to each of them, appearing approachable.

She is nothing like the swordsman she was in her fourth life, who traveled the official road and whose first thought upon seeing someone was "Should I kill them?" She is also nothing like the blood-clad woman who committed more than a dozen major crimes in Qin Xie Lane, and she is certainly not the cold and aloof empress in the palace.

At this moment, Xi Heng was just like an ordinary person who appeared quite natural on the surface.

At least... that was the case before the donkey cart arrived at the village entrance.

Approaching the hunchbacked driver on the donkey cart, Xi Heng took a tael of silver from his purse and flicked it at him.

The loose silver pieces clinked and bounced on the wooden cart planks, the pleasant sound immediately attracting the attention of the donkey cart driver.

“Let’s go to Jinshi City,” Xi Heng said naturally.

"Jinshi?" The coachman picked up the silver he had just received, swallowed hard, and said, "Jinshi City is not a place to go. Not only is the road winding and difficult to travel, but there are also mountain bandits and refugees. I don't want to risk my life."

Xi Heng had already heard those words, so instead of explaining as before, he clapped his hands and hit the side of the donkey cart with a little force, causing the entire cart to bounce.

"Are you going or not?" she asked casually after demonstrating some of her strength.

"Go! Go!" The old driver trembled, but then he twisted his back and cried out in pain with his eyes closed.

Xi Heng casually jumped onto the donkey cart, pointed his finger lightly at the other person's back, and pushed the other person's protruding lumbar disc back in.

“Let’s go,” she said.

The driver in front was taken aback again, then nodded in agreement.

In fact, Xi Heng could have gotten there faster by using his light-footed skills to run quickly.

However, since she could go by sitting down, she didn't want to run there herself.

……

The donkey cart swayed back and forth along the winding mountain paths, and after half a day, the vast city of Jinshi came into view.

The lake beside the city is crystal clear, and many fishermen are rowing boats or fishing on it. The setting sun reflects on the lake surface, creating shimmering red and yellow ripples.

The imposing, gray-blue city wall stood at the front, with many guards patrolling and spying on it. Below, countless figures were queuing up. There were few people with carriages or horses; most were just ordinary people like fishermen who wanted to bring their catch into the city to sell.

Xi Heng got off the donkey cart and went to queue at the front of the city gate.

"Pay forty coins upon entering the city." The guard at the city gate mechanically shrugged.

The girl pinched out a few old copper coins, tossed them easily, and the other person took the coins and let the person in.

Back in the familiar, vast city of Jinshi, as he walked through the relatively bustling commercial streets, Xi Heng subconsciously recalled the bleak and desolate scenes he had witnessed when he left the city in his previous life, which contrasted sharply with the peaceful landscape around him.

Xi Heng still remembers the great fire that swept through half of the inner city and the chaotic hell on earth that the Tianliang army besieged the city.

When she closed her eyes, she saw those scenes from the past; when she opened them, she saw a peaceful and harmonious scene, which truly surprised her.

Looking around, I followed the familiar road and slowly made my way to my destination – Red Thread Sword Academy.

Half an hour later, Xi Heng finally arrived at the gate of the Sword Academy. The Red Thread Sword Academy was indeed quite remote, requiring a long detour to get there.

Two small stone lions stood in front of the gate, and a gray-black plaque hung high above the faded vermilion gate, with the three characters "Red Thread Sword" written in blood.

Outside the door was a flat, open space of yellow earth, with many withered leaves scattered about.

An elderly man dressed in simple clothes was steadily sweeping up the fallen leaves on the ground with a long bamboo broom in both hands.

The fallen leaves were swept into a clump, but would be blown about again by the autumn wind from time to time.

If this continues, it's unclear how long it will take to clean it completely.

However, the old woman sweeping the floor didn't seem to care. She just slowly swept the broom, as if she only wanted to experience the process and didn't care about the goal.

Xi Heng approached with small steps, the sound of his cloth shoes barely audible compared to the sound of the other person sweeping the floor.

rustle……

The old man at the front twitched his ears slightly, stopped what he was doing, and looked up at the newcomer.

She opened her mouth slightly, raised her hand to rub her eyes, not caring at all about the dust that had accidentally gotten on the back of her hand while cleaning.

Xi Heng approached within five meters and stated directly:

"Elder Hong, I've come here to practice martial arts."

She had seen the hidden strength manual of the Red Thread Sword Technique, and the name of this Sword Academy elder was written at the end of the manual—Hong Lianzhan.

"..."

However, the other person just stared at her blankly, his body seemingly frozen and motionless.

In the summer, the warm breeze at sunset gently swept across the land, blowing Xi Heng's smooth hair, which was simply tied in a single ponytail, and also brushing against the crooked, dry, and pale hair at the temples of the Sword Academy elder in front of him.

Seeing the other person's dazed expression, Xi Heng called out softly again:

"Elder Hong?"

After a moment, the elder of the Red Thread Sword Academy gradually regained his senses, and his reply was the same old words:

"Senior Sister Qianqiu?"

Xi Heng finally understood why his supposedly reliable former master from his previous life had looked so dazed. He sighed softly.

"Is it that easy for you to admit your mistake?"

Just how much does her aunt look like her?

It was one thing for Zhao Qianyuan to mistake her for someone else when she was wearing a veil before, but why was she mistaken for someone else again this time when facing the elder of the Sword Academy?

Xi Heng could only wave his hand and explain, "Zhao Qianqiu is my aunt, you've mistaken her for someone else."

"Aunt?" With the name Zhao Qianqiu mentioned, the other party finally listened to Xi Heng's words.

“I am often told that I look like my aunt…” Xi Heng explained.

"...Why have you come here?" Elder Jian asked after a moment's hesitation.

A friend's niece, whom she hadn't seen for over a decade, suddenly came to visit her, and she couldn't guess the other person's purpose at all.

"I also practice the Bloodline Sword. I'm currently at the initial stage of Dark Force and there are still many moves I haven't learned. I hope to find a quiet place to practice martial arts... But I don't have any valuables or money on me right now. I heard that Elder Hong has a sword academy in Jinshi City, so I asked the elders of his sect to take me in for a while." Xi Heng didn't say anything unnecessary.

"Hidden strength? To take them in?" The Sword Academy elder was still puzzled: "They already possess hidden strength, and at such a young age, can't they just go anywhere in the world?"

“I still prefer it here.” Xi Heng chuckled and added, “It’s always better to practice with fellow sword cultivators from the same sect.”

The elder kept staring at Xi Heng, his gaze sweeping from head to toe before returning, and said simply, "You are a descendant of an old friend... and you seem to have no ill intentions, so come if you wish."

"Thank you, Elder." Xi Heng clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.

Before she could finish speaking, the other person asked another question:

"Where is Senior Sister Qianqiu now?"

“My aunt joined the Northern Army when I was young and fought against Yan Mengguo. I heard that she was trapped in an enemy trap in one of the battles and then disappeared without a trace,” Xi Heng said frankly.

"Yeah……"

The old man before him showed no surprise, only sorrow and despondency: "Martial artists like us, who wield swords of slaughter, will ultimately meet a bad end..."

"Please accept my condolences, Elder Hong," Xi Heng tried to comfort her.

The other party was her cheap master. Although she had become increasingly indifferent due to repeatedly reloading save files, she still had some humanity.

"Let's not talk about that." The elder shook his head. "It's a good thing that a martial artist with internal strength has come to join us. I'll take you inside."

The young woman clasped her hands in thanks and said, "Thank you, Elder."

In front of this cheap master, Xi Heng, who was quite rude to all the ministers, eunuchs and princesses in the palace, actually behaved quite politely.

The faded vermilion door was pushed open, revealing a familiar road and floral decorations. A small bamboo grove surrounded by round stones stood to one side, swaying gently in the breeze and making a trembling sound.

Several familiar junior sisters were practicing swordsmanship in the training ground. Their movements were proper and upright, but their sword intent was far different from hers. They seemed to have never killed anyone.

As for why she is called a junior sister, it is naturally because she has already reached the level of Dark Force. Regardless of age, as long as a Red Thread Sword martial artist is still below the Dark Force level, she is qualified to call them a junior sister.

After passing an elegant flowerbed where various flowers are vying for attention, follow the cobblestone path to reach the inner halls.

Inside the hall, Senior Sister Hongmiao was still sitting cross-legged, circulating her internal energy, seemingly to improve her blood and qi.

A few sticks of incense smoke drifted slowly, adding a fragrant aroma to the surroundings.

“Hongmiao, a distinguished guest has arrived,” the elder said.

"Distinguished guest?" Hong Miao clearly hadn't heard these two words before, and her eyes showed doubt when she turned around.

"Hello, senior sister." Xi Heng greeted her cheerfully.

Her personality was supposed to be somewhat introverted, but since the other party was someone she knew quite well, she became more cheerful.

To others, Xi Heng might seem a bit too familiar.

"Senior Sister?" Hong Miao tilted her head:

"You've come here to learn martial arts? No, judging from your posture and demeanor, your strength must be considerable..."

"She is the niece of one of my senior sisters. She is also a beginner in the Bloodline Sword technique and has just entered the Dark Force stage. She wants to come to the courtyard to practice her moves and sword skills."

"The elder's senior sister's niece?"

"Mmm." Xi Heng nodded obediently from the side and said, "Because I, cough cough, because my father doesn't love me and my mother doesn't care for me, and I have no relatives to rely on, and I don't have much silver on me, I hope your esteemed institution can take me in for a while."

Senior Sister Hongmiao asked, "Your martial arts cultivation has already reached the hidden strength level, why do you need to be taken in? Even if you wanted to open your own martial arts school in the city, the families in the inner city would compete to sponsor and support you, let alone a young genius like you..." Hongmiao's words were similar to what the elder had just said.

"We don't want to rely on ourselves." Xi Heng yawned. "It would be easier to go to our fellow disciples."

Rather than facing the world alone right away, she still wants to relax her long-strained mind at the Red Thread Sword Academy.

Compared to the luxurious palace or other prestigious places, even compared to the Flower Pavilion where maids always serve you... Xi Heng still felt that the Sword Academy, where he knew people, was better.

Even though these acquaintances don't recognize her yet.

"With such a lazy temperament, how did you reach the level of internal strength..." Senior Sister Hongmiao glanced at her.

"Who knows? Maybe I'm just naturally gifted," Xi Heng said naturally.

"Tsk." Her senior sister seemed quite dissatisfied with her attitude.

Xi Heng blinked.

In my two previous lives, the other person had always been very friendly from the first time we met.