Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Xi Heng muttered to himself.

"Why has the elder's behavior changed? Is it because I mentioned Princess Qianqiu a few days ago?"

"No way……"

Xi Heng wasn't quite sure; she even considered going to the Sword Academy's main hall to eavesdrop.

"Never mind, I should rest my energy first. I still have to practice swordsmanship this afternoon."

These changes and fluctuations should not disrupt her goal of collecting martial arts techniques of the Transformation Realm and searching for immortal traces or places of Qi cultivation.

She slowly cleared her mind and continued to sit cross-legged on the bed, circulating her qi and blood to restore her energy.

In less than half an hour, the female swordsman who had been welcomed into the hospital returned to the carriage and slowly left.

……

Two days later, Xi Heng, as always, focused on practicing his sword and ignored all external affairs. At that moment, he heard the neighing of tall horses coming from the courtyard gate.

She glanced at it, but as before, she didn't pay it any more attention.

My goal in coming to the Red Thread Sword Academy is to practice swordsmanship, so I should just focus on practicing.

The sword hissed as it pierced the wind like a white snake spitting its tongue, and moved like a dragon weaving through the air. Sometimes it was as light as a swallow and sometimes as swift as lightning. When Xi Heng danced to the last move, he suddenly stopped his wrist and the long sword, which shook the ground a meter away, causing dust to fly up and fallen leaves to scatter.

The red-thread sword energy she had used to practice for so long was now covered with new sword marks on the sword-training stone in front of her.

If you take a closer look, you'll find that the overall thickness of the sword-training stone has been thinned out a bit compared to before.

Many stone fragments scattered around. After Xi Heng finished a round of sword dance, he smoothly channeled his inner energy into the blade of his sword. Suddenly, the long sword in his hand trembled and darted out, and another straight red line of sword energy chained in the air.

The sword energy lasted for half a second before dissipating, leaving a deep hole in the stone surface, perhaps five or six centimeters deep.

The most noticeable improvement from practicing swordsmanship over the past three months is that the concentration and power of my sword energy have increased several times over.

Initially, the Cloud-Piercing Blood Nails only had the power of small-caliber pistol bullets, but now they are probably at the level of rifle bullets.

"My energy and blood are almost used up again..." She prepared to return to the spring to rest.

A martial artist's ability to sustain their Qi and blood is really poor. Even though she has used the Deadly Technique many times, she can only use a maximum of thirty-odd moves of Qi and blood sword techniques in a single fight.

Ordinary internal force can probably only be used for twelve or thirteen moves.

If one is old and their vital energy has passed its peak, it is considered good if they can use five or six moves... even martial artists who have reached the Transformation Realm are no exception.

"That's probably why martial artists can't fight an entire army by themselves," Xi Heng muttered to himself.

"Even a master of the Transformation Realm can only maintain an advantage for the first ten moves against an army. Even if their moves have a huge range and can kill dozens of armored soldiers in one strike, after ten moves, when their internal energy and blood are depleted, they are still at the mercy of spearmen and archers..."

"If one could have inexhaustible qi and blood, or even recover while using it... perhaps a martial artist at the Transformation Realm would be able to fight an entire enemy army by himself."

As Xi Heng walked slowly, he thought to himself.

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared and walked towards her from a distance.

The girl shifted her attention back to reality and looked at the person who had come.

Surprisingly, this person was neither Senior Sister Hongmiao nor anyone else from the Red Thread Sword Academy.

The other person wore a veiled hat with a black veil hanging behind them, their face slightly obscured by the brim. The first thing that caught the eye was their jade-carved, slender chin and light pink lips.

Xi Heng stopped in his tracks.

The figure before her had deep, indifferent black eyes staring at her from beneath the brim of a hat.

"What's the matter?"

When faced with this strange stranger, Xi Heng reverted to the indifferent demeanor he had when he was emperor.

"Zhao Xiheng, the legitimate daughter of Zhao Qianyuan." The person before her softly called out her name: "You say that Senior Sister Qianqiu was murdered by Zhao Qianyuan, do you have any evidence?"

Xi Heng frowned, completely unexpected that the other party would come to ask this question.

"No?" The person in front of me asked in a calm tone.

She gradually remembered that this person was the female swordsman who had arrived at the Sword Academy two days ago in a black carriage.

She replied, "I heard it directly from Zhao Qianyuan; where is there any physical evidence?"

The other person turned and left immediately.

"Wait, wait." Xi Heng was still confused about the situation: "Who are you? Why are you asking this?"

The other person turned around, paused for a moment, and then said:

"It seems you have a grudge against Zhao Qianyuan. I'll tell you without hesitation. I am a member of the 'Blood Sons.' The Blood Sons are an organization established by the survivors of the original Bloodline Sword Sect. They currently take on assassination and intelligence jobs in the shadows of the martial world. If you need them, you can go to the Qin Yun Xuan in one of the major cities or Huangmei Mountain and ask the manager to call out the name 'Blood Son.' The price will vary depending on who you want to kill."

"..." Xi Heng blinked.

"An assassin organization?"

The other person nodded.

"So, who are you here to kill?"

"Blood Child will exert all his strength to avenge Senior Sister Qianqiu."

………………

Chapter 52, Dark Clouds Cover the Sky

"To avenge Zhao Qianqiu... doesn't that mean killing Zhao Qianyuan?" Xi Heng blinked, this development was completely unexpected.

"Even an emperor is made of flesh and blood. If his head is severed and his heart is pierced, he will die just as easily." The other person licked his thin lips.

“We have spies within the capital city. She once sent word that Zhao Qianyuan’s dantian was shattered, preventing him from practicing martial arts. He is now just an ordinary mortal, which may be easier than assassinating an injured master.”

"Killing him would indeed be very easy..." Xi Heng sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"But he can be considered a pillar supporting the Great Zhao. If he were cut down, the Great Zhao might become even more chaotic."

"That's none of our business."

After saying this briefly, the other party turned and left again.

But... Xi Heng wanted to enjoy a few more years of peace.

Two years later, when Zhao Qianyuan wakes up from his fantasy of becoming an immortal and begins to seriously govern the country, he might actually be able to extend the stability of the Great Zhao for another ten years or so...

If you want to avoid all sorts of troubles on your journey to seek immortality or martial arts, it's better to live a more peaceful life in the Great Zhao.

After a moment of thought, Xi Heng looked up, only to find that the mysterious female swordsman had vanished without a trace.

She scanned the area but couldn't find him, so she could only shake her head.

"Forget it, these people might not even succeed, after all, there are still two experts at the Transformation Realm protecting them in the palace..."

"Even if we succeed, it doesn't matter whether Zhao Qianyuan lives or dies."

After talking to herself, she rested by the spring, and then returned to the sword-fighting field to continue her daily practice.

In the blink of an eye, time has gone from afternoon to dusk.

Xi Heng sheathed his longsword, calmed his mind for a while, and prepared to spar with Senior Sister Hong Miao again.

However, after looking around the training ground, he did not see the other party.

"Senior sister?" she called out softly.

The senior sister didn't sit by her side watching her practice sword as usual, nor did she go to tutor the other junior sisters...

Upon seeing this, Xi Heng went to the house where the other party practiced internal energy cultivation to search for him.

Knock on the door, but no one answered, and there was no incense smell to aid in training.

"Where is it..."

Today she worked hard to overcome the two potential weaknesses that her senior sister had pointed out yesterday, and she still wants more guidance from her senior sister.

But now they can't find the other person anywhere.

She called out softly, then went around the flower bed and ran to the front yard of the Sword Academy.

After looking it over carefully, I finally saw my senior sister at the gate of the courtyard.

Xi Heng breathed a sigh of relief and took small steps to approach and greet her, only to see his senior sister walk out of the courtyard gate, help the Sword Academy elder outside the gate, and slowly board a tall carriage.

After being helped onto the carriage, Hongmiao clasped her hands and bowed to the curtain behind the carriage.

Just a few seconds later, the driver cracked his whip, urging the two black horses to walk slowly away.

Hongmiao stood in front of the empty courtyard gate for a long time, until the vehicles were far out of sight, before she sighed and returned to the Sword Academy.

Turning around, she saw Xi Heng's exquisite face.

"Senior sister, what was that just now...?"

"The elder has some business to attend to and has already left the Sword Academy," Hong Miao explained after a half-second hesitation.

"Could they be going to do something dangerous?" Xi Heng thought of the assassin he had encountered that afternoon.

“Who knows…” Hong Miao shifted her gaze to the side:

"But we don't know when the elder will return; perhaps he will never come back..."

"I'm not in a good mood today, so I won't be practicing swordsmanship."

……

A few days after the elder left, Xi Heng and Senior Sister Hong Miao returned to their peaceful lives as always.

Practice swordsmanship, eat, sleep.

He would occasionally visit the newly admitted junior female students and give them pointers on some moves.

As one of only two senior sisters with internal strength, and able to hold her own against the eldest senior sister in sword duels every evening at the training ground, Xi Heng was admired by many junior sisters. Her reputation in the Sword Academy was almost second only to that of senior sister Hong Miao.

During breaks while practicing swordplay, Xi Heng would sit by the spring and drink water from Senior Sister Hong Miao's small bamboo tube, and several new junior sisters who admired her would gradually gather around her.

They might come to ask for advice on swordsmanship, or simply to chat and get closer to her.

Even Yan Hongji, a girl who wasn't particularly outgoing or cheerful, would occasionally jog over and lean against her side during her breaks.

As they talked, a slight blush crept onto Hongji's cheeks, and she hesitated before speaking softly:

"Senior Sister, when Senior Sister Hongmiao tested me before, she said that there was a trace of Qi flowing in my body, which could be the possibility of entering the realm of power. However, I don't quite understand what kind of Qi it is. I can vaguely feel it but I can't quite feel it... I don't know if it is still there now. Could you please help me sense it again?"

"Qi sensation?"

Based on the goodwill he had shown in previous lives and the other party's exceptionally high looks, Xi Heng was naturally happy to help.

"The Qi sensation that Senior Sister Hongmiao mentioned should be the slight changes and fluctuations in Qi and blood as they initially increase with training... It's not difficult to perceive."

Xi Heng obediently closed his eyes, gently touching the other person's shoulder with his left hand, causing the other person's body to tremble slightly.

Yan Hongji's face flushed even more, and she lowered her head slightly to remind him:

"Senior sister wasn't pressing on the shoulder earlier, was she...?"

"When qi and blood circulate through the meridians, there is a major meridian in the shoulder area, which should be similar to pressing the dantian."

As Xi Heng spoke, wisps of blood seeped from his hands, staining the skin beneath the other's clothes.

There was a strange fluctuation in the blood flow of the other person's veins, but it was extremely weak.

With such a weak sense of energy, it would be very difficult to control the flow of qi and blood into one's strength...

However, she was a qualified teacher, and simply offered encouragement:

"Practice diligently for the next two and a half months, and finally take the pill I gave you. The chances of entering the internal energy realm are not low."

"Really?" Yan Hongji really wanted to believe it.

But she had been practicing for so long that she realized her talent was far inferior to that of her senior sisters who had reached the level of mastery, and rationally she knew that she was unlikely to achieve anything.

But Xi Heng had personally witnessed Yan Hongji's mastery of internal energy and was confident that he could succeed: "You have some rather special qualities, and your mastery of internal energy is definitely sufficient."

"special?"

Xi Heng nodded and made an "Mmm" sound, recalling the scene when Yan Hongji entered the realm of power in her previous life.

"The sword intent you later grasped was quite elegant," she said. "The transitions between moves were extremely smooth and natural, and all techniques came effortlessly to you. Even I couldn't achieve that kind of composure."

"Huh? How did you know, Senior Sister?" The other person was quite confused.

"Because of your outstanding appearance and temperament, you are destined for great things in the future."

Xi Heng made up a completely unrelated reason, and after resting, he stood up, dusted off his clothes, and advised: