Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Under Xi Heng's meticulous care, he brewed medicinal soup every day, wiped her body, and fed her by hand... The sword wounds all over the senior sister's body slowly healed, the torn wounds closed up, slowly scabbed over, and no more blood and pus flowed out.

Xi Heng went outside to chop some firewood, carrying pieces of it to stuff into the stove. The flames rose again, and the indoor temperature gradually warmed up. Outside, light snow continued to fall, making this small house of only twenty or thirty square meters seem like the only shelter still burning with fire after the Ice Age apocalypse.

"Senior sister, are you feeling better today?" Xi Heng was cooking soup on the stove again.

This time, however, she used the few silver coins she had left in the village to buy a wild pheasant, along with the ginseng, yam, and jujubes she had left, and some seasonings, and stewed them in a pot.

This century-old ginseng, stolen from the pharmacy, was huge. After feeding it to my senior sister for three days, there were still a few small pieces left.

"My body doesn't hurt as much anymore," the senior student, still lying in the hospital bed, replied softly.

"Then let me help you turn over?"

"No, it hurts to move like that."

"Didn't you say it didn't hurt anymore?" Xi Heng pouted.

For some reason, the senior sister, who used to never flinch even when covered in sword wounds, suddenly became afraid of pain after being saved by Xi Heng.

While she wasn't exactly delicate enough to cry out in pain at the slightest touch, it still felt like my senior sister wasn't willing to endure even a little bit of pain.

Is this a sign of a good relationship?

Xi Heng didn't quite understand.

"Also, it's about time to change the dressing. Remember to remove the bandages after you finish the chicken soup, Senior Sister," Xi Heng reminded her.

"Changing the dressing hurts so much..."

"Is Senior Sister Hongmiao really that delicate?" Xi Heng tilted his head.

She's had a broken left arm for so long, but she hasn't uttered a single complaint of pain to anyone.

"But, it's okay if it hurts." Senior Sister Hongmiao's tone softened slightly as she said this:

"If it is Junior Sister Xiheng who caused me pain while taking care of me, I will not hate it, but rather be pleased."

"..." Xi Heng didn't know how to respond: "These kinds of words always sound lewd."

"A pervert."

Senior Sister Hongmiao gave a soft chuckle and turned her head slightly.

Xi Heng smiled slightly, shook his head, and began to organize the wound powder and ointment to be used for changing the dressing, as well as the clean white coarse cloth to be used as bandages.

Time passed slowly amidst the crackling of the burning firewood in the stove and the bubbling of the iron pot above.

About half an hour later, Xi Heng ladled a large pot of chicken soup into a bowl and placed it on the bedside table with a wooden spoon.

"Dinner's ready." She grabbed a small wooden stool and sat down, first using a spoon to scoop some meat broth and slowly letting it fall onto Senior Sister Hongmiao's thin lips.

"I'll do it myself..." The senior sister pressed her movable left arm on the bed and tried to prop herself up and slowly sit up.

It had only managed to prop itself up halfway when it collapsed again.

Fortunately, there were no wounds on his back, otherwise, with that thud, the scab might have been torn off somewhere.

"Don't force yourself, we'll just stay here and take care of Senior Sister," Xi Heng said.

"...Hmm." After failing to get up, the senior sister reverted to her previous weak and dependent state.

"Open your mouth." Xi Heng held the spoon steadily, quietly watching the other person open their lips and purse their lips.

My senior sister's lips seemed quite soft and tender; when the wooden spoon touched them, they would gently bounce.

It looks so tempting to touch.

Xi Heng fed him another spoonful, and on the way, he reached out his finger and brushed it across the other person's lips as if wiping them. They were indeed very soft.

The jelly-like texture was a bit strange; she blinked, wanting to try it again.

But her senior sister noticed and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing," Xi Heng said nonchalantly, withdrawing his finger.

The senior sister smiled slightly, her laughter like the chirping of a kingfisher at dawn, or the tinkling of silver bells.

"You've already seen all of my body, why are you still bothered by such a small thing?"

"Hmm? What are you concerned about?"

“Just now, Junior Sister clearly wanted to touch me on purpose, don’t deny it.” Hong Miao pointed this out.

Xi Heng, however, seemed not to have heard anything and ignored these words, then scooped up another spoonful of meat broth and said gently:

"Senior sister, this small piece is chicken thigh meat. Here, open your mouth."

Hong Miao gasped, then opened her mouth and bit the spoon directly into it.

Xi Heng squeezed her several times before she finally let go.

It seems like she's throwing a little tantrum...

Xi Heng didn't quite understand why his senior sister suddenly showed such a girlish appearance, and he wasn't sure how to respond to the topic, so he continued to take care of her in a serious manner.

After finishing the chicken soup, she poured herself another bowl of the same soup and slowly drank it down with a spoon.

This wasn't intentional; it's just that she only had this one spoon in her little shabby room.

After eating and drinking his fill, Xi Heng returned to his senior sister's side with a pile of medicinal powder, ointment, and clean coarse white cloth, and slowly lifted the blankets.

The room was warm enough thanks to the flames in the stove, so there was no need to worry about the other person getting cold.

A slender figure wrapped in many bandages appeared before him. Xi Heng first gently ran his hand over the bandages, found the end of the bandage left earlier, and untied it little by little.

The senior sister turned to look at Xi Heng, and after a moment she suddenly said, "Junior sister has touched all over my body, so you have to take responsibility."

"Huh?" Xi Heng was a little confused about his senior sister's thought process: "What responsibility? ...It's okay for senior and junior sisters to touch each other, right?"

"It's related. You saved my body and saw and touched it all, so I promised it to my junior sister afterward."

Senior Sister Hongmiao seemed eager to forge an inseparable bond with her—Xi Heng finally understood some of it.

But why? Is it simply because she was her senior's savior?

Or……

"Does Senior Sister Hongmiao like me?"

After pondering for a while, Xi Heng finally came to a small guess.

"Like?" Hongmiao wasn't very familiar with the word, but she could roughly guess its meaning from its connotations, so she nodded and said:

"right."

"And my senior sister is going to give herself to me. Isn't that too much?" Xi Heng himself didn't feel much about it.

Perhaps it's because he's been resurrected several times after death that his emotions have gradually become indifferent; perhaps it's because he's been indifferent for too long that his heart has gradually become less turbulent...

“But,” she said as she unwrapped the bandages from the other person’s body.

"But I always felt that my senior sister just had no one to rely on for the time being, so she had no choice but to stay by my side. This is not the kind of affection I wanted."

"Then... what kind of liking does Junior Sister want?" Senior Sister then began to say strange things along with Xi Heng.

Xi Heng smiled slightly and said naturally, "I don't know either."

"So, Junior Sister is really strange."

Hong Miao turned her gaze to the other side and said nothing more, letting Xi Heng do whatever he wanted to her body.

Another half hour later.

"Phew..." Xi Heng wiped his forehead, carefully put his senior sister's arm down, and finally re-bandaged the last piece of the wound.

Changing dressings and bandages requires considerable precision; even a slight roughness will cause my senior sister pain, so we can only do it slowly.

Since she only has one hand that she can move, it takes even more time.

"Junior sister, you've worked hard."

"How can taking care of my senior sister be considered hard work?" Xi Heng said casually, and then covered the blankets back up with one hand.

Hongmiao said, "Once I recover, I will definitely take good care of my junior sister."

Why use the word "serve"?

Xi Heng felt that he was gradually falling behind his senior sister's train of thought again, and simply said, "Senior sister, you just need to help me gather information about the Transformation Realm martial arts, you don't need to do anything else."

"Tsk." The senior sister sighed helplessly.

"Alright... Actually, I already know about a martial art that involves transforming internal energy, and it's a sword technique with a similar sword intent to yours and mine. Would you like to hear about it?"

"Please teach me, senior sister." Xi Heng sat up straight.

When it came to serious matters of martial arts, Hong Miao's tone returned to the natural one she had used in the Sword Academy, and she said:

“This sword technique is called ‘Qumian’. It was practiced by the Tianliang General whom you and I killed before. My deceased master was also killed because he possessed this sword technique and was coveted by others…” As she spoke, Hong Miao sighed softly, “After avenging my master, I felt no joy, but only emptiness… I’ve said too much.”

Xi Heng listened quietly from the side.

“The Extinction Sword Technique is currently in Liang Mangchen’s family. After he stole the Transformation Realm martial art, he secretly used it as a family heirloom. Now that Liang Mangchen is dead, there is at most one person in his family at the early stage of Dark Realm. The two of us can easily defeat him and force him to reveal the source of the martial art,” Hong Miao said.

"The Extinction Sword Technique..." Xi Heng nodded slowly: "Senior Sister said that this technique is similar to the Red Thread Sword Technique in terms of sword intent. In which aspect are you referring?"

"The Red Thread Sword is a sword of slaughter, while the Annihilation Sword Technique is a sword of annihilation." The other party explained, "The malevolent and evil aura of the Annihilation Sword Intent is even stronger than the killing aura of the Red Thread Sword Technique. To master this kind of sword intent, one must be ruthless, decisive, and extreme in everything."

"Sounds like a villain learning swordsmanship?" Xi Heng said.

“What kind of swordsmanship doesn’t involve a few villains? The Red Thread Sword is a killing sword.” Hong Miao objected: “Sword intent is not some kind of sorcery or curse. It won’t directly affect one’s character. What changes a person’s heart is not the sword technique, but the person themselves.”

"Oh..." Hearing this, Xi Heng became interested.

"Then let's get our hands on this sword manual after Senior Sister recovers."

……

More than ten days later, in a house in a village at the foot of the mountain.

Xi Heng removed the splint from his left arm, tried moving his wrist and fingers, stretched his arm and pulled it back, and did simple exercises for a long time. After confirming that the broken bone had been connected to some extent, he stopped putting on a new splint and simply used his qi and blood to protect the fractured bone in his body.

Beside her, her senior sister sat on the edge of the bed, having changed into a white and red dress made by a tailor in the village at Xi Heng's request.

These village clothes have no patterns and are not made of brocade or silk; they are simply coarse clothes for ordinary people.

However, even rough clothes are new clothes. After putting them on, my senior sister looked much neater and cleaner. After blinking her hair with a hair tie, she looked much more beautiful and pretty than when she was lying on the bed with bandages and bloodstains all over her body.

Xi Heng watched Hong Miao's appearance from the side, his gaze seemingly drawn by some kind of gravity, unwilling to look away.

"Am I pretty?" My senior sister glanced at me.

"It's fine." Xi Heng withdrew his gaze, still manipulating the qi and blood in his body to protect the fractured bone.

“My junior sister is so clueless about romance…” Hong Miao was not satisfied with this answer and sighed softly: “We have been sleeping in the same bed for more than ten days, so why is your attitude still the same as before?”

Xi Heng wanted to ask—why does Senior Sister always say things that leave people speechless?

She ignored it and continued to stretch out her left arm.

With the protection of her blood and qi, she can now move her left arm slowly, but she still cannot swing it vigorously.

But on the surface, he already looks like a normal person.

She got up and put on her light red outfit, layering it over her body and tying the belt around her waist, then clapped her hands lightly.

"It's time to leave this place... After we get that martial arts manual, let's find a more stable big city and buy a courtyard to live in."

Xi Heng was becoming increasingly impatient with this small house in the village.

"it is good."

As Hong Miao recovered from her injuries, she gradually returned to her natural self from her time in the Sword Academy.

Before leaving, she looked around the old house, taking in the scene and Xi Heng's figure, and memorizing it.

Xi Heng herself tidied herself up in front of the simple bronze mirror, then went to her senior sister, who was a few centimeters taller than her, and together they pushed open the door in front of them.

Outside, it was still a world of ice and snow. For the past twenty days, while my senior sister was recuperating, it had been freezing cold. Even when the sun came out, it was difficult to melt the snow that covered the ground.

Whether it's the village at the foot of the mountain, the towering Yaowang Mountain forest in front, or the fields and hills in the distance, everything is covered in a layer of white snow.

Xi Heng's small cloth shoes sank into the snow, his feet sinking several centimeters into the snow, making a squeaking sound.

"By the way, in which city is that family that hides the Transformation Realm martial arts located?"

"Jianchang".

"The large city that the Tianliang Army captured before coming to Jinshi City... it shouldn't be too far away." The girl nodded.