Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

An ordinary martial artist might need to practice persistently for more than ten days to master a move with few variations.

She only needs to repeat the moves a dozen times to memorize them, and with a flash of inspiration, the sword will thrust forward with unparalleled ferocity.

After reaching the level of internal strength, the speed of practicing moves is more than ten times faster than when one is at the level of external strength.

As Xi Heng practiced, she suddenly remembered what Elder Zhao, the Red Thread Sword Master, had once told her, and began to mutter to herself:

"The sword is born to kill. The more you kill, the clearer you will become with the sword intent. Once you have a clear understanding of the sword intent, your sword skills will naturally improve by leaps and bounds."

"Perhaps my improved sword practice speed is not only due to my physical strength, but also to the effect of my clear sword intent."

……

Gradually, time passed.

As dawn broke in the east, the daylight grew ever brighter, and a red sun slowly rose from the horizon.

When the first rays of sunlight fell on Xi Heng, she had already mastered the 'Soaring Cloud Blood Nails'. Her body was exhausted from using a large amount of qi and blood and internal energy. At the same time, dozens of nail holes had been carved into the sword-training stone.

Aiming with sword energy is relatively easy. After all, Xi Heng has practiced sword thrusting countless times. He can hit the target accurately even from several meters away without any deviation of half a centimeter.

Furthermore, Xi Heng's bloodline sword energy had a range of not only three to five meters as the manual stated, but as long as seven or eight meters.

The greater the distance, the less lethal the effect.

However, the destructive power of sword energy is comparable to that of a pistol bullet; even half of it can easily pierce the head of an ordinary martial artist.

Even a martial artist with internal strength who has never practiced protective techniques could be killed instantly if struck silently by Xi Heng's sword when caught off guard or unable to defend themselves.

After practicing his moves, Xi Heng sheathed his longsword, exhaled, and then approached the sword-training stone, casually counting the nail holes he had made.

"Thirty-three sword marks..." Xi Heng muttered to himself, "Would it be good to practice thirty times after each rest?"

An ordinary martial artist who has just entered the realm of internal strength can only practice a maximum of ten moves in one go.

Because she had used the Deadly Technique many times before, her Qi and blood were significantly more abundant, allowing her to use more moves.

Afterwards, Xi Heng sheathed his longsword and returned to the nearby spring to rest.

Many of the female students watching made way for her, and they couldn't help but feel admiration for her.

Xi Heng ignored him, went to the gently flowing spring, grabbed a bamboo tube at random, scooped up water, and drank it down in gulps.

At the same time, Senior Sister Hongmiao, who had finally finished explaining the moves and techniques to several new junior sisters, also came over.

Upon seeing Xi Heng, his first words were:

"This is my cup holder."

The tone was calm and even, as if it were simply stating a fact rather than blaming someone.

"Oh, oh." Upon hearing this, Xi Heng actually brought the bamboo tube closer to his lips.

After Xi Heng finished drinking, Hong Miao took the cup from his hand and drank from it, casually saying:

"Let's go to the bamboo grove in the backyard and carve a bamboo tube."

Xi Heng had spent two years in the Sword Academy in his previous life, so of course he knew about this.

"No, it's too much trouble." But she made up an excuse: "I'll use my senior's from now on."

"Isn't that a bad idea?" Senior Sister Hongmiao thought it was strange.

"Why is it bad?" Xi Heng took the bamboo tube back from his senior sister's hand, and without even rinsing it with spring water, he pressed it directly to his lips.

Hongmiao watched from the side, and after a moment she only said, "You don't mind?"

"How could I possibly look down on my senior sister?" Xi Heng smiled slightly, looking quite carefree and natural.

"It refers to bamboo tubes."

"How could I possibly look down on something my senior sister used?" Xi Heng changed his words.

Hong Miao remained silent, then looked away and changed the subject:

"Three newcomers have recently come to learn swordsmanship. I'm not used to teaching several people at the same time. How about you help me out?"

"Senior sister said I was lazy before, but why do I always feel that senior sister is lazier?" Xi Heng teased.

"Pretend I never said that."

"Although I would like to help my senior sister, I also have my own moves to practice... Could you perhaps give me a pointer on a move or two when you have some free time?"

"If Junior Sister Zhao is happy, then that's good," the senior sister said.

Junior Sister Zhao...

This was the first time Xi Heng had ever heard this title.

Previously, I always addressed her directly as "Junior Sister," or as "Junior Sister Xi Heng"...

Now, adding the character "Zhao" before "junior sister" gives it a strange sense of distance.

"Just call me Xi Heng, Senior Sister," Xi Heng gently reminded her.

"Should I just address you by your name? It feels like something's missing."

"It's not a big deal. Why don't you just call me Junior Sister? Don't add the character 'Zhao' to it. I don't really like that."

When Xi Heng hears the name Zhao, he recalls the Great Zhao Kingdom or the Great Zhao Royal Family.

It seems that everything becomes several times more troublesome once the character 'Zhao' is added to it.

"Is that so? Then... Junior Sister?"

"Senior sister." The girl chuckled softly.

……

Three days later.

After just a few days of practice, Xi Heng had memorized all the moves of the first level of the Dark Force in the Red Thread Sword Technique and began to study some connecting techniques.

"Just as my senior sister said... once you reach the level of internal strength, you are already considered extraordinary."

"Opening up the muscles and bones throughout the body is a transformative change for the human body. It's not just about making the joints more flexible; it's about refining the entire body..."

"Ordinary people with good bones and muscles have good talent for martial arts. Once they open up their bones and muscles and reach the level of internal strength, they are considered geniuses in the common world."

"In martial arts training, progress is naturally several times faster, and there are very few bottlenecks or obstacles encountered..."

I've been learning every move and style recently with ease and freedom, without the stiffness and sluggishness I often felt when I was practicing martial arts in the Ming Jin stage.

After easily practicing over thirty moves, Xi Heng returned to the spring to drink water. He saw his senior sister resting there, so he sat on a rock, grabbed the cup next to her, and scooped up the sweet spring water.

"Aren't you going to whittle a bamboo tube? Or I can help you."

For some reason, lately, when Senior Sister Hongmiao interacts with Xiheng, she often appears somewhat helpless.

"No need," Xi Heng teased. "I think the spring water would be sweeter if we used Senior Sister's bamboo tube."

"..." Senior Sister Hongmiao increasingly felt that this junior sister with exceptional talent in Dark Force who had suddenly arrived at the Sword Academy was somewhat difficult to deal with.

She could maintain a natural and peaceful demeanor when she was with all the other junior sisters, but when she was with this junior sister, she always had the illusion that the other sister had seen through her.

So much so that she was somewhat at a loss as to how to deal with it.

I had no choice but to change the subject: "Have you mastered the first level?"

"There are still some movement techniques that I haven't mastered, but it will probably take at least another month to truly master the first level of swordsmanship, right?"

After all, sword techniques are just the basics; there are many more aspects to pay attention to and coordinate after mastering sword techniques.

"After mastering the sword techniques, you still need to practice in pairs. For a martial artist, just practicing without fighting is not enough," the senior sister said.

"Would Senior Sister be willing to spar with me?" Xi Heng asked naturally, following the conversation.

She originally planned to hone her swordsmanship by killing people after mastering the moves, in order to find immortal traces and martial arts of the Transformation Realm.

The Red Thread Sword is a sword of slaughter. Wielding it with murderous intent will always be better than ordinary sword fights.

However, since her senior sister had brought this up, she was happy to practice swordplay with her.

After becoming a Dark Force martial artist, Xi Heng often wondered how big the gap was between himself and his senior sister... Was he already evenly matched with her?

After all, she had killed so many people in her previous life, and her sword intent was extremely pure.

Surely Senior Sister Hongmiao couldn't have killed that many people... right?

“Every day at sunset, after the other junior sisters have finished their daily practice, you and I can have a sword match.” The senior sister seemed quite interested as well.

“That would be perfect.” Xi Heng nodded.

……

Sunset.

As the white light faded, a red sun slowly descended on the western horizon, its rays painting the sky red and orange.

In the vast Red Line Sword Academy in the West, a simple Tai Chi circle was carved on the stone slabs on the ground, and the surface was covered with sword patterns and cracks. In the center was the sword-fighting arena.

In the black and white eyes of Tai Chi, Xi Heng stands in the black area, and Hong Miao stands at the white end.

Hong Miao held her sword casually, without striking any particular stance, while Xi Heng held his sword with serious intent, not relaxing his stance at all.

Most of the junior female students were still there, gathered in twos and threes around the sword-fighting arena.

A summer breeze gently blows, causing the girl's soft, dark hair to sway slightly.

Once on the field and wielding her sword, Senior Sister reverted to her usual natural self, a slight smile playing on her lips, and beckoned to Chao Xiheng.

"Make your move."

Xi Heng exhaled and immediately used the move he had practiced the most and was most familiar with. With a surge of qi and blood, he suddenly stomped his left foot, and the tip of his sword, several meters away, thrust straight towards his senior sister—

A red line suddenly appeared, reaching towards the other person's shoulder at an incredible speed, invisible to the naked eye.

But the opponent was far from ordinary; with just a flick of his right wrist, the blade suddenly blocked the red line, only producing a tiny spark.

Apart from her wrists, her body remained relaxed and at ease.

"So strong..." Xi Heng blinked.

Senior sister is clearly much stronger than her, who is only at the early stage of internal energy.

Because she also practices the Red Thread Sword, her opponents can see through her moves before she even makes them, allowing her to respond calmly.

Thus, after just one move, Xi Heng probably already understood that his defeat was inevitable.

However, losing to her senior sister is nothing... and now she no longer has to worry about her senior sister being unable to withstand the attacks, so she can confidently use all her strength.

The thought flashed through his mind in an instant. Xi Heng took a step to the side, his body turned sharply, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand drew a strange arc, and the arc-shaped red sword energy flashed out.

Hong Miao easily raised her sword and used the blade to slash the incoming red sword energy, dodging it by turning to the side.

Only a single strand of hair was caught off guard and drifted uncontrollably in the wind; before it could be properly cut off by the incoming sword energy.

Her soft, dark hair fell gracefully down. Out of the corner of her eye, Senior Sister Hongmiao saw Xi Heng getting close. He deftly raised and turned a long sword, about to touch the wrist of the person holding the sword.

Hong Miao also pressed down on the blade, and the two swords clashed, sparks flying.

Ignoring the risks, Xi Heng continued to close in, their swords clashing and jamming together, and he struck his senior sister's chest with his elbow.

Hong Miao narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her left palm to block her elbow, but the clashing sword suddenly turned in the instant her attention shifted, and the hilt pushed against her neck.

Senior Sister Hongmiao pressed down Xi Heng's elbow as hard as she could, then blocked the strike with her sword.

The two sword guards were locked together, with the blades pointing in their own direction. The cold light flashed not far from their heads, making them look quite dangerous.

With his sword stuck, Xi Heng had no choice but to continue using his free left hand for close-range attacks.

First, he extended his elbow and then swung his fist, but his arm was still blocked by his senior sister's palm.

Xi Heng then turned his fist into fingers and aimed at the chest, but once again he failed to make a single touch, and his wrist was caught by the opponent's nimble left hand.

Unable to move her hands, the girl tried to lose her balance by hooking her foot, but was then kicked in the shinbone by Senior Sister Hongmiao, causing her to wince in pain.

Her calf trembled slightly for a moment, and then Senior Sister Hongmiao suddenly raised her leg and struck her waist with her knee.

Xi Heng subconsciously stomped on the ground, using his left wrist, which was tightly held by his senior sister, as a pivot to leap up, dodging the attack and simultaneously pulling out the entangled longsword.

The senior sister pulled with her left hand, breaking her balance, and Xi Heng's sword followed suit.

A clang rang out, and sparks exploded.

Hong Miao blocked the sword and finally let go, taking half a step back.

Xi Heng landed and assumed a fighting stance, ready to strike again, when he heard his senior sister's voice in his ear: