Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

I used to think that being an assassin was just a job where you could find a place and chop off someone's head.

However, after this battle, Xi Heng's impression of this matter has changed greatly.

The girl sighed softly and continued to observe.

She suddenly realized something was wrong and frowned slightly, saying:

"There seem to be fewer patrol figures now."

"Ah."

"Will there be fewer people as the night goes on? Or has something else happened and they've been transferred?"

After asking in a low voice, Xi Heng saw his senior sister shake her head in response:

"He was secretly murdered."

"Assassination?"

“Look closely in that direction.”

To the right of the Red Detective Camp, there's a patrol team of three carrying only a small lantern.

"Oh..." Xi Heng watched quietly for a minute, but nothing changed.

The next instant, the lanterns flashed, and then several guards fell to the ground silently one after another.

A few seconds later, the three guards were dragged aside and disappeared from sight.

"...Are there other people?"

The senior student nodded.

"The movements were so swift and decisive, extinguishing the lanterns without the soldiers making a sound. This must be a master, right?"

“It wasn’t just one person,” the senior student said.

“They might be elite warriors sent by Jinshi City to harass outside the city... If they are discovered and lure away the soldiers, you and I can sneak into the camp and investigate.”

"I'll listen to my senior sister."

"Then wait."

“Eh…” Xi Heng pouted.

……

Squads of camp patrol guards were wiped out, and they still hadn't found the infiltrators by the time the lantern light had gone out by nearly a quarter.

Xi Heng watched the patrolmen die with his own eyes, and felt even more that the guards of Tianliang were truly useless. He thought that he could probably kill them all by himself.

A few minutes later, a guard finally noticed something was wrong and struck the bronze drum in his hand.

Before the bronze drum had even struck three times, a bullet grazed the man's neck, causing a gush of blood to spray out, and he collapsed to his knees.

Although the killing was swift, the sound of the bronze drum alerted the camp. The patrolmen, who had been walking slowly, immediately moved toward the source of the sound and shouted loudly, causing more guards to run out of the tents one after another, grabbing torches and looking around.

Not long after, the bodies piled up in a secluded and dark part of the camp were also discovered, which made them even more serious and cautious. Ten people formed a small team to search the entire camp.

As the patrolling guards continued to shout, a sudden burst of flames erupted from the granary tent in the camp, forming a huge pillar of fire that began to burn fiercely.

"Fire!" a voice shouted. "Thieves have set fire to the grain! Quickly, bring water to save the grain!"

"Where is the thief?!"

The fire ignited chaos throughout the camp.

As Xi Heng looked around trying to find the arsonist, he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder.

In the blink of an eye, her senior sister reminded her: "Pay attention to the main tent."

She immediately turned her gaze back and saw several people emerge from the round tent in the center of the camp. One of them, dressed in general's armor, pointed at the guards around him and gave loud orders. Then he ordered a strong man in thin clothes next to him to chase after the arsonists.

The fact that the person could move freely in a coarse white cloth robe on such a cold winter night clearly indicated that he was a martial arts master.

The person who gave the orders must be their target for assassination today.

"Liang Mangchen really did stay here," Hong Miao whispered.

"Most of the soldiers are busy putting out the fire, and the expert has already left to pursue one person. This is an opportunity."

“Then we…” Xi Heng prepared to draw his sword.

"Don't rush, take it one step at a time."

Her senior's words made her stop what she was doing.

I really don't know why my senior sister is so patient.

It's obvious that Liang Mangchen is Senior Sister's enemy, and the person she most wants to kill is Senior Sister.

But the senior sister showed no murderous intent whatsoever, and her actions and tone were extremely calm and cautious.

It seemed as if the senior sister had suppressed all her emotions ever since she was about to take action.

As he was lost in thought, Xi Heng heard another whooshing sound.

Looking around, another granary was ablaze.

This granary was much larger than the previous one, which enraged the camp commander: "You little thief! Today I will kill you!"

The shouts received no response.

The general, enraged, turned to another gaunt warrior in a black robe beside him and said:

"Please, venerable monk, capture that petty thief! I will personally chop off his head today!"

Without saying much, the man in black leaped high into the air and landed with remarkable agility on the soft roof of a tent without making a large indentation, clearly a master of light-body skills.

"Everyone, fetch water to put out the fire! Otherwise, go and catch that thief!" the general said angrily, then quickly returned to the round tent.

In the woods, Hongmiao suddenly took a few steps forward.

She had been waiting in the woods for over an hour, and even the siege seemed to be coming to an end. Now, taking advantage of the chaos to launch a surprise attack should be the best opportunity.

Otherwise, we can only wait a month or two... until they capture Jinshi City, and when they are indulging in pleasure or reorganizing their army and letting their guard down, we can launch a surprise attack and assassination.

But back then, the poison on the sword wasn't as potent as it is today—she thought.

Let's do it now.

……

The night was dark and the wind was high.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the enemy camp, the two girls concealed their presence and slowly made their way forward.

The fighting at the front line was still raging, and there were only a few hundred soldiers left in the camp to guard the supplies and rations.

As long as no large army turns back to rescue them, Xi Heng felt that he alone was enough to kill these defenders.

Hearing the sounds of soldiers putting out fires not far away, Xi Heng and his senior sister groped their way toward the central tent from a secluded, dark spot.

Halfway there, a loud shout suddenly came from afar.

"Thieves, please leave!"

Xi Heng frowned and looked over furtively, only to see a figure in black robes flash past the source of the sound. It was clear that the figure was chasing someone else rather than having discovered them.

Also disturbed, Senior Sister Hongmiao withdrew her gaze and continued to grope her way towards the tent in the darkness and shadows of the tent.

The two slowly explored the various messy tents, and the most sturdy general's round tent in the camp finally came into view.

The senior sister approached and, on the darker back of the tent, poked a small round hole with her fingertip through the red thread, peering into the tent through the gap.

After a while, she took out a small bottle from her waist, which was adorned with some hidden weapons, and dropped a few drops of clear, colorless liquid into the tent.

Xi Heng faintly heard several footsteps approaching. Turning his head, he saw a flickering torchlight appearing at a corner not far away.

"Someone is approaching," Xi Heng whispered to his senior sister, pressing his lips to her ear.

"Judging from the footsteps, there are only two."

The innermost part of the camp seemed to have fewer guards than the outermost part.

Hongmiao didn't look or say much, but simply made a light stroke across her neck with her left index finger.

Xi Heng accepted the order and slowly stood up from his half-squatting position, placing his left and right hands on the hilt of the sword sheath.

The hidden strength and blood energy were brewing in the muscles, bones, fingertips, and sword blade. In just a few seconds, a boot suddenly appeared at the corner.

The military boots landed on the muddy ground, which had become wet from the melting snow, splashing up mud and making a hissing sound as they stepped on it.

Xi Heng's sword blade also shot out silently, a red line appearing and disappearing in an instant.

The two patrolling guards didn't even utter a groan. They dropped their torches to the ground, then knelt down and lay prostrate on the snowy mud.

Xi Heng slowly approached the two corpses, observing them briefly by the remaining light of the torch.

Both men had two bloody holes in their heads, from which blood and pale brain matter were oozing out.

The Blood Nail Sword Qi pierced through the skulls of both men in its first real battle.

Although these two were just ordinary Tianliang soldiers, Xi Heng was still quite satisfied.

She skillfully grabbed the back of the necks of the two corpses by their collars, and with a soft swirl, she hid them in a dark corner of the shadows.

Hong Miao, standing to the side, caught a glimpse of Xi Heng's remarkably skillful dragging of the corpse out of the corner of her eye, and felt a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

Her junior colleague seems to do this kind of thing quite often...

However, the situation was urgent, and Hong Miao only lost in thought for a moment before snapping back to staring into the tent.

Inside the tent, only the backs of two figures dressed in general's armor were visible, pointing at a small flag waving on the table, seemingly discussing something.

"With the Huangmei Mountain Army assisting in the city, and the Jinshi City garrison being small, many wealthy families have already fled, the imperial court is in chaos, and other cities are not sending reinforcements, it will surely be captured... But what should we do after we take Jinshi?" Someone sighed.

“In Xiuzhou and Gui’an in the north, the imperial army and a large number of officials are holding out with refugees fleeing the famine. These two places are not like Jinshi, which is a large city on a lake and plain. The mountain roads are treacherous, and it will soon be deep winter again. Moreover, the large number of rebels have no weapons or warm clothes. If they are to force their way in, I am afraid that half of them will die or be injured on the way.” The two men in the tent were gesturing to the map.

"The strategic planning is still insufficient. Tianliang is still fighting wherever it leads. Although Marshal Fang is proficient in escape techniques and formations, he lacks strategic vision and long-term planning. He is dragging along a group of old and weak soldiers, and it is still difficult..." The person wearing green clothes in the armor shook his head.

Hong Miao happened to see the man's profile clearly; it was none other than Liang Mangchen, whom she had come to kill today!

A trace of hatred quickly flared up upon seeing her in person. Hong Miao forcibly suppressed her emotions, but a murderous intent still gradually spread in her eyes.

Liang Mangchen continued, "If we can cross Xiujiang in one fell swoop and continue to occupy these two important military towns, we will have occupied two bridgehead fortresses. Whether we continue to advance north or stop here and hold our ground, the decision is up to us, Tianliang."

"If we stop at Jinshi, the battle will become passive. Once the Zhao royal family stabilizes the situation and recalls the Northern Army, Tianliang will inevitably fall into defeat and it will be difficult to reverse the situation."

"But Xiuzhou and Gui'an are really difficult to attack. Both cities are guarded by famous generals. Due to the treacherous terrain, the catapults cannot be transported there. We have to use materials locally, which is laborious and time-consuming. If we encounter such a sudden cold snap like today, I'm afraid half of the soldiers will freeze to death before we even capture the city..."

"So you'll give up when things get tough? Tianliang is rebelling; what kind of rebel army retreats when things get tough? Besides, with our large army, it's not like we can't take these two cities!" Liang Mangchen sneered.

"Those Wang Shisi and Lü Daoan actually proposed that Marshal Fang personally lead the main force back to the south to expand, they don't understand the big picture!"

“If that’s the case, Tianliang is probably in grave danger…” The two generals in the tent were clearly on the same side.

“But Marshal Fang doesn’t seem willing to continue northward either… Sigh.” Liang Mangchen exchanged a glance with the person next to him, looked around to make sure no one else was there, and whispered, “If the situation is hopeless, we should find another way.”

"..." The person next to him hesitated for a long time before nodding slightly.

"Recently I received a secret letter from the Great Zhao court..." As he said this, Liang Mang's voice grew softer and softer, so soft that even the sharp-eared experts outside the tent could hardly hear it.

Outside the tent, Xi Heng had just hidden the corpse and returned to his senior sister's side when he saw her already half-crouching and drawing her long sword.

In the snowy night, a faint, cold light flickered.

The girl gave her senior sister a look: Shall we make a move?

The senior sister whispered, "Use the Blood Rain Sword Technique to aim at the person's torso on the right. Don't aim for vital organs and try to suppress your killing intent, otherwise you might alert them... After you swing your sword, no matter what the outcome is, you must stay outside and guard the area. If you encounter a master, escape immediately."

Xi Heng nodded.

Hong Miao turned her gaze back, her itchy palms gripping the sword hilt tightly, the killing intent in her eyes gradually boiling.

She turned slightly, took a deep breath, and, through the thick sheepskin tent, focused her mind on the enemy's chest.

Xi Heng also drew his longsword from its sheath, the sound so light it was only a fleeting buzz like the chirping of an insect.

The body's Qi and blood circulated rapidly, and wisps of hidden energy penetrated deep into the muscles and bones, reaching the palms of the hands and the blade of the sword.

Hold the sword with both hands, one in front of the other, and raise it in front of your right shoulder.

As if they were telepathically connected, Xi Heng and his senior sister drew their swords at the same time.

Senior sister stepped forward and drew her sword, a gust of surging sword wind howled, and red lines of sword energy flashed amidst the sword's hum.

Xi Heng pulled with his left wrist and twisted his right wrist sharply, his sword energy meeting the attack with a slashing motion.