Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Xi Heng knew why; it was because he had killed too many people, and the sword intent within his body was more refined than ordinary internal energy.

Clang——

The two swords clashed, and the red threads intertwined.

The two girls flew naturally, their bodies trembling as they stopped, but their movements never ceased.

Xi Heng's green sword moved as fast as the wind, its sharp light clear and bright. Countless sword shadows flew and swirled as he used various moves. Although he only held one sword, the constantly shooting sword light seemed as if multiple long swords were clashing and slashing down.

Hong Miao's eyes showed a greater seriousness than before. Xi Heng's sword moves were so fast that she had almost no time to think. The moves were constantly changing and extremely complicated, like a torrential rain attacking her.

If it were any other internal force, facing Qi Xiheng's desperate and fierce moves, even if they didn't get dizzy, they would definitely be confused by the swordsmanship and have no way to deal with it.

However, Hongmiao was quite familiar with the Red Thread Sword Technique, and she sparred with Xiheng every day, so she knew the moves in front of her very well and had a good grasp of them, so she naturally had a way to deal with them.

Seeing Xi Heng move his wrist and shift his toes, one could tell what move or style he was going to use, whether it was feint or real, overt or covert.

Once you understand the moves, you can either block with your sword or deflect them with your own.

But taking swords so seriously inevitably takes a toll on one's mental energy.

After several dozen more moves, Hong Miao finally spotted an opening. Suddenly, she twisted her wrist and used her strength to deflect Xi Heng's sword, the slightly reddish blade pointing towards her opponent's neck.

The storm of attacks suddenly stopped, and the girl in front of him froze.

"Whoosh..." Hong Miao sheathed her sword.

"That's enough for today."

"Why can't I still beat my senior sister..." Xi Heng pouted. She had already given it her all in swordsmanship.

However, as always, Senior Sister Hongmiao would suddenly strike at her weakness.

"It's becoming increasingly difficult for me to defeat you," Hong Miao shook her head and said.

"Your swordsmanship has improved by leaps and bounds. The flaws that were visible yesterday are nowhere to be found today... My chances of winning are getting smaller and smaller."

"However... you don't need to focus on beating me. Your swordsmanship is already quite strong among internal force martial artists. If your enemy doesn't know your moves and you take the initiative, they will usually die instantly—even if they have protective techniques, they will be worn down by the fierce sword rain and their heads will be cut off in an instant when they least expect it."

"Does Senior Sister mean that I'm already very strong in the Dark Force realm?" Xi Heng felt as if he was being praised.

"It's more than just strong. Most people, even those who are also internal force martial artists, would stay far away from you if they saw your desperate swordplay."

"hey-hey."

"It's not entirely a compliment," Hong Miao sighed softly.

Those with such sword intent and sword style rarely live long and are very likely to die a violent death in the wilderness.

Hongmiao didn't want to see her junior sister's remains the next time they met.

But she had previously said that it would be best to gradually change this overly resolute sword intent, but her junior sister had never heard of it...

She added with a sigh, "Perhaps it's true, as the elders said, that martial artists like you and me who cultivate the sword of slaughter are destined for a tragic end..."

"If it doesn't end well, it doesn't end well."

Xi Heng has died a violent death more than once, so a few more times won't make a difference.

Whether you die a good death or a violent death, the final result is always to reload your save file.

She doesn't care.

"Let's go, senior sister. Today seems to be the Mid-Autumn Festival. I heard from my junior sister that the canteen will be making some pies. If we go late, they might all be gone."

Xi Heng sheathed his sword, stepped forward, took his senior sister's hand, and naturally led her away from the sword-training ground.

A moment later, we arrived at the canteen, where they did indeed have pies available.

The Mid-Autumn Festival in this world doesn't have perfectly round mooncakes, but it does have small cookies filled with cane sugar and crispy nuts.

Xi Heng took a small bite; the outside of the pancake was fried until crispy, while the inside was crunchy and sweet—not bad at all.

Outside, the sun had set, and the full moon shone brightly, its orange-yellow light illuminating the openwork wooden windows of the dining hall and falling upon the girl's face.

Sister Hongmiao, who was standing to the side, was holding a shortbread. When she saw the girl bathed in the bright moonlight, she was slightly taken aback.

Hongmiao had never seen Xiheng possess such a peculiar aura in anyone else.

The other person showed no trace of worldly defilement, appearing incredibly pure and genuine.

This temperament isn't the pure innocence or naivety often praised in poetry, but rather a sense of purity and unmixedness...making people subconsciously yearn for it.

How did the other person develop their current temperament?

Hongmiao stared at it quietly for a long time, only taking one bite of the small biscuit in her hand.

Xi Heng had already finished eating, clapped his hands, and wanted to have another one.

Turning her head, she saw Hong Miao staring blankly and tilted her head, softly exclaiming:

"Sister?"

"Um……"

Hong Miao finally came to her senses. After a moment of silence, she began to chat with Xi Heng as usual.

After chatting about some everyday things, I deliberately acted naturally and asked what was on my mind: "We've talked so much since you came to the hospital, but you haven't told me any of your childhood stories yet, even though I've already told you all of them."

“Childhood…” Xi Heng had no memories of his childhood, so he simply made one up without batting an eye:

"There's probably nothing much to say. Ever since I can remember, I've been going to the academy to study every day, and then I learned martial arts from my aunt. There's nothing special about it."

"Is this aunt the Senior Sister Qianqiu that the elders always talk about?" Hongmiao asked.

"Yes, I learned the Bloodline Sword Technique from her. My aunt also left me a sword manual, telling me not to practice too much when I was young, for fear of delaying my physical development..." As he said this, Xi Heng glanced down at his chest, vaguely feeling that he had lied to himself.

She sighed, rubbing her forehead.

"Afterwards, my aunt left the palace and went to serve in the northern border army. It is said that she won many battles as a general..."

"Then?"

"I left the palace after that," Xi Heng said, shrugging.

"Junior Sister previously mentioned having a grudge against the current emperor... When did this happen?"

“Recently, I wanted to go back to the palace to recognize my relatives, but I heard that the emperor has gone mad and is searching for all the dragon’s children in the world just to refine elixirs and cultivate immortality. He wants to eat human flesh and blood to achieve immortality. Now, many of the dragon’s children have been killed, so I hurriedly fled here.”

Xi Heng fabricated a lie with a calm expression: "Jinshi City is far from the emperor's reach, so I'm hiding here. That madman shouldn't be able to catch me."

As Hong Miao listened, she felt that Xi Heng's story was somewhat bland, and that there must be some important details hidden within it.

She wanted to know.

So he continued, focusing on the 'aunt' that Xi Heng had mentioned, and asked, "Is this aunt still with the northern border troops?"

"He should no longer be alive..." Xi Heng shook his head:

"Zhao Qianyuan was afraid that she would return to fight for the throne, so he devised a plan to send her into an enemy trap. It is said that she fought to the death."

"...Please accept my condolences." Senior Sister Hongmiao regretted asking that extra question.

"My relationship with my aunt is rather distant, so it's not that sad," Xi Heng said nonchalantly.

As they chatted, a slow footstep and the sound of a cane tapping the ground approached.

Immediately afterwards, a deep, hoarse voice reached Xi Heng's ears:

"What did you say?"

The girl paused for a moment as she took a bite of the biscuit.

Looking back, there was the white-haired elder of the Sword Academy, Hong Lianzhan.

The other person frowned deeply, their eyes serious and focused, showing none of the murky look they had when they first met.

"No, it's nothing."

This was the first time Xi Heng had been stared at so intently by this cheap master, and he was a little nervous.

"Just now, I heard you say that Senior Sister Qianqiu was killed by the current emperor?"

Perhaps because it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, this elder, who doesn't usually go out much, also came to the dining hall to have a meal with his disciples.

Therefore, with his keen hearing as a martial artist, he heard what Xi Heng was saying.

In particular, she wouldn't miss a single detail about matters concerning Senior Sister Qianqiu.

Xi Heng was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Speak," Elder Jian said sternly.

“...That’s true.” The girl hesitated for a moment, then nodded gently in agreement.

"really?"

"Yes."

After all, this was something Zhao Qianyuan himself admitted in the Flower Pavilion, and Xi Heng heard it with his own ears.

"So that's why, Senior Sister..." Elder Hong subconsciously gripped her cane tighter with her right hand, a hint of killing intent flashing in her eyes.

"Zhao Qianyuan? The current emperor... Ha."

She stopped talking to Xi Heng, grabbed her cane, and turned to leave towards the door.

Behind him, Xi Heng exchanged a glance with his senior sister Hong Miao, who was also at a loss for what to do, and saw a hint of panic in her eyes.

"what happened?"

Xi Heng felt that, given Senior Sister Hong Miao's personality, she shouldn't have shown such an expression.

"This is bad." Hongmiao rarely said, pursing her lips. "The elder's expression just now... she only shows that when she's about to kill someone..."

"Huh?" Xi Heng blinked.

“So, this is bad.” Senior Sister Hongmiao stood up, clutching her chest, and immediately followed the route the elder had taken: “I have to go see the elder.”

"Won't this cause any problems?" Xi Heng stayed where he was and whispered.

After all, Elder Hong was just an elderly martial artist in the small city of Jinshi City. His blood and energy had passed their peak, and his lifespan was insufficient. He would collapse after using two or three moves.

It's one thing to show some murderous intent... but they probably won't actually take any action, right?

Xi Heng thought about it and found himself somewhat uncertain.

Given the Bloodline Sword Sect's extreme style of doing things, there might actually be some problems.

The girl looked at Senior Sister Hongmiao's fast-moving figure in the distance, then at the small shortbread in her hand. After hesitating for a moment, she decided to finish the shortbread first.

She has weathered many storms, and there are few things in this world that can frighten her anymore.

……

Three days later.

In front of the Red Thread Sword Academy, a tall carriage pulled by two black horses was parked.

Xi Heng had just finished lunch and was resting in his room when he heard the neighing of horses outside. He stood up and looked out the window.

At the courtyard gate, Senior Sister Hongmiao was opening the door for the carriage that had stopped outside, while Elder Jian stood steadily in the pavilion.

The Red Thread Sword Academy is located in the outer city and rarely interacts with other martial arts schools in the city.

In Xi Heng's memory, outsiders rarely visit the Sword Academy, sometimes only once every few months.

In previous lives, I had never seen such a vehicle come by, so I couldn't help but be a little curious.

The gate opened, and a woman dressed in a red outfit with a dark gray cloak, holding a sheathed longsword and wearing a black veil hat, stepped out of a tall, dark red carriage.

The sword sheath in the other party's hand was exquisitely carved, and even the end of the hilt was carved with a delicate beast's head pattern.

Just by looking at him, one could sense the murderous aura emanating from him, and his demeanor was chilling.

Senior Sister Hongmiao solemnly welcomed this person into the academy. The visiting swordsman came to the elder of the Sword Academy, clasped his hands and bowed in greeting.

The elder nodded slightly, said nothing to welcome them, and led them directly to the main hall of the Sword Academy.

The figure walked past a spot and gradually disappeared from sight.

Xi Heng had a vague feeling of unease...

"It's different from my previous lives? Why?"

She began to reflect on her recent behavior, trying to figure out where the difference had begun.

"Judging from this person's demeanor and the respect he shows to the elders... he must have been invited by the elders, right?"