Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

"Brother Liang, are you referring to that gentleman from the Fang family?"

“Exactly.” As they spoke, the young masters exchanged glances and burst into laughter.

When Xi Heng arrived at this place, he couldn't understand what the three of them were laughing about, nor did he need to.

She lowered her straw hat slightly and slowly drew the long sword from her waist.

The first to see her approach and react was the wicked overseer slave holding a whip, who immediately shouted:

"What are you doing!"

“Murderer—” Xi Heng said coldly, and with a swing of his longsword, he chopped off a head.

Blood gushed from under his neck, spraying his severed head more than half a meter high.

Blood was splashed freely, and the warm blood melted the thick snow on the ground, leaving red holes.

The man convulsed and fell to the ground. Seeing this, the surrounding laborers' hazy, numb eyes regained a sliver of clarity. They were first stunned, then felt a strange sense of vengeful pleasure, and finally showed panic at the sight of blood, immediately retreating in a fluster.

Xi Heng shook the blood off his sword and walked toward the three young masters of prominent families walking side by side at the front.

The three young masters before him did not show any particular fear, as if they were used to seeing people die. They simply asked in cold voices:

"Who are you, sir, and how dare you kill my servant?"

“You exploit the people, drive them to their deaths, and make them work like cattle and horses. They toil away to build houses and gardens for you, and you deserve to be struck by my sword.” Xi Heng first labeled the other party, putting on the appearance of a righteous knight-errant.

“No, no.” Upon hearing this, the young master of the Liang family shook his head and said, “Your words are wrong, heroine. As the sage said: ‘Without gentlemen, there can be no savages; without savages, there can be no gentlemen.’ This is a matter of course, and it has been so since ancient times…”

Annoyed by what he heard, Xi Heng didn't want to argue with this person anymore, so he drew his sword and stepped forward to deliver a slash.

The other person's eyes narrowed, and he raised his folding fan to block the direction from which the long sword was about to fall.

The folding fan was made of fine steel. Xi Heng's casual strike, which didn't require much effort, was blocked by it, producing a clear sound.

"Oh? This young lady is quite strong." The man accepted the move, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

The other two young masters from prominent families, dressed in brocade and cotton-padded clothes, stepped back a few steps but did not panic too much, seemingly quite confident in the strength of this young master of the Liang family.

"Brother Liang is among the top ten on the Tianliang Prodigy List. He has already achieved the Great Perfection of Ming Jin and has opened up half of his tendons and bones. He is expected to become a Grandmaster in the future. How can such a petty thief be a match for Brother Liang?" The two people behind him were still trying to curry favor with him.

"Brother Gao, you flatter me, you flatter me." The man holding the fan laughed heartily.

"Those two guys behind me are a bit annoying, Senior Sister, can you help me chop them down?" Xi Heng said simply.

"Oh, okay." Hong Miao, who was casually standing at the back, also drew her sword and quickly moved forward.

"If you want to hurt my two brothers, you'll have to get past me first!" Young Master Liang said before setting off to try and stop Senior Sister Hongmiao who was rushing towards him.

However, Hong Miao ignored it completely, turned her waist and swept past it, then swung her hand forward with a fierce horizontal slash, a red line of light flashed, and two heads shot into the sky.

With two thuds, the head and the bleeding body fell to the ground.

Young Master Liang turned around and his expression immediately froze. A guess filled him with fear and dread:

"Hidden...hidden power?"

Hong Miao flicked her sword in a flourish.

"Junior sister, who else do you want to kill?"

"You can just watch from the sidelines from now on, I'll do it myself." Xi Heng didn't take the person in front of him seriously at all.

"Come on, someone come! Someone come quick!"

Young Master Liang immediately went from being confident to panicking, clutching his folding fan to his chest and taking several steps back.

Before long, a group of vicious servants and attendants, armed with whips or knives, immediately stepped forward to protect the young master of the Liang family.

For every step Xi Heng took forward, they took a step back.

Only a few truly brainless followers would dare to attack her with weapons when she gets close.

As a result, Xi Heng easily countered with a defensive move, severing his neck or piercing his heart, leaving him lying on the snow bleeding profusely.

After displaying their strength, the people in front fled faster and faster.

More than a dozen more died, and the group of servants and guards could no longer care about protecting the young master, so they immediately fled in panic.

The young master of the Liang family also used all his lightness skills to escape, and he was the fastest to run.

"Senior sister, help me catch that guy back." After saying that, Xi Heng casually started killing the evil servants around him who couldn't use light footwork and were just desperately trying to escape.

One by one, heads fell, bodies crashed to the ground, and the spraying or flowing blood covered the snow-white skin, leaving behind clusters of deep crimson plum blossoms.

The surrounding laborers watched, unsure of what to do. Some said it was a good thing they deserved to die, but many more were worried that the Tianliang soldiers would inflict such crimes on them, leaving them with a death sentence.

Xi Heng flew towards various places, slaying more than a dozen evil servants in succession, leaving a field of corpses. He sheathed his blood-stained sword and returned to his original spot.

These servants were at most only at the level of Ming Jin (a martial arts technique), and they were powerless against her. She could easily kill them with just her swordsmanship, without using any internal force.

Senior sister has already captured that so-called young master of the Liang family and, incidentally, blocked his meridians by applying pressure points, preventing him from using his lightness skill.

"You are a member of the Liang family, right?" Xi Heng began his interrogation as soon as he returned.

This young man from a prominent family, already aware of their prowess, nodded hastily, trembling, and said, "I am the eldest son of the Liang family! Please, esteemed heroes, just say what you want, and refrain from further rudeness!"

Seeing the dozens of corpses lying around him, and realizing that the two men were killing without blinking an eye, he understood that he had encountered truly ruthless people, and immediately became extremely respectful.

"The Liang family of Liang Mangchen, the general of the Tianliang Army?" Xi Heng tried to confirm again.

"Yes! Yes!" Young Master Liang hurriedly agreed, but when he looked up, he suddenly realized something, recalling the tragic story he had heard and the wanted poster he had seen before, and his eyes widened:

"You...you two killed the patriarch's father?"

“Exactly, come on if you want revenge,” Xi Heng said casually.

A flash of resentment and hatred crossed the man's eyes, but he calmed down after a moment and shamelessly said, "My father called me a spoiled brat and would beat and scold me whenever he was home. The two heroines killed my father for me. I should be happy, not seeking revenge."

Xi Heng didn't care: "I heard that your family has a martial arts manual that can be used to cultivate internal energy. Where is it located?"

"Transformation Realm? Perhaps you've misheard, heroine. My small town and family can't possibly protect Transformation Realm martial arts." The other person shook their head, seemingly unaware of the matter.

"Then what kind of martial arts did you learn?"

"What I have learned is the Black Annihilation Sword Technique, which is at most only internal strength."

“Get up and demonstrate it once,” Xi Heng said.

The other party had no choice but to obey, picking up a sword belonging to a guard from the ground and slowly moving to wield it.

In Xi Heng's eyes, this person, as a master of Ming Jin, still possessed some sword intent. His swordsmanship was ferocious and violent. As he swung his sword, a few traces of ferocity and ruthlessness appeared on his face. He swung his sword faster and faster, and with the last sword strike, he stirred up a lot of snowflakes on the ground.

After the opponent finished wielding their sword, they turned their gaze back to them, a hint of murderous intent flashing across their faces, but they quickly concealed it.

Xi Heng and Senior Sister Hong Miao exchanged a glance and nodded slightly.

The move this person used was indeed the Extinction Sword Technique, but this young master of the Liang family was unaware that he had learned the Transformation Realm martial art.

"The Extinction Sword Technique is indeed in the Liang family." Xi Heng thought to himself, then looked up at the person in front of him and asked, "You really don't know about the Transformation Realm martial arts?"

"I wouldn't dare lie." Seeing that the female knight's expression was calm and seemed to have lost her killing intent, Young Master Liang quickly replied.

"He doesn't seem to be lying." Xi Heng nodded, his right hand on the scabbard. Before the other person's expression could turn panicked again, he suddenly drew his sword.

A red line swept out, and a horrifying head fell to the ground, the victim dying with eyes wide open.

"Let's go, Senior Sister." Xi Heng stood up and said, "Since this person doesn't know, let's go to the Liang family and ask a high-ranking person."

As for how to find it, it's quite simple.

The strongest, the most troublesome to kill, or the one with the most guards when it's time to kill.

"Aren't you going to talk to the surrounding workers?"

"What's there to say?" Xi Heng simply asked in return.

Hong Miao nodded gently and said no more.

The two continued south, leaving some laborers staring at the numerous corpses and heads on the ground, looking at each other in bewilderment.

A few minutes later, someone suddenly clapped and shouted, "Well done!"

"That's great!" someone exclaimed, and another person immediately chimed in.

"These scoundrels should have died long ago! They deserve to be killed!"

Amidst the cheers, another person suddenly said, "These two heroines seem to be planning to kill someone at the Liang family. Why don't we..."

But these words brought silence back to the scene, and for a moment no one dared to respond.

……

Xi Heng led his senior sister quickly to the front of the large mansion in the first ring. Seeing the two square characters "Liang Family" painted on the plaque above the four gates, they knew they had arrived at the place.

Two stone lions sat in front of the gate, and four servants holding wooden sticks blocked the way. They were all strong and sturdy, but judging from their posture and physique, they did not seem to be martial artists.

The tallest and strongest guard, upon seeing the two women arrive, immediately barked, "This is the Liang family residence! Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter. What business do you two have here?!"

"It's nothing," Xi Heng replied casually.

"Then get the hell out of here!" the servant shouted, and immediately his head separated from his neck, tossing it high into the air.

He suddenly saw a headless corpse appear before him, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the body resembled his own.

He wanted to look down and reach out to see, but he couldn't move. It wasn't until his head hit the stone floor with a thud that he realized what had happened.

"How arrogant," the girl clicked her tongue. "The last person who dared to be this arrogant with me also had their head thrown around like this."

"Junior sister, don't be too bloodthirsty." Hong Miao felt that something was wrong.

"I'm not that bloodthirsty, am I?" Xi Heng said, stepping forward and slashing off three more heads with a few more blows, explaining:

“I have encountered martial artists with a much stronger killing intent than me before. I may not have killed as many people as those guys in a year... Besides, I don’t kill everyone I see. I will distinguish before I draw my sword.”

“Junior sister is absolutely right,” Hongmiao said helplessly.

"Why do I always feel like Senior Sister is just being perfunctory..." Xi Heng said, kicking the door in front of him.

A loud crash was heard, but the door wasn't kicked open directly; instead, it left a dent and numerous cracks.

"As expected of the main gate of a great family, the quality is indeed better." Xi Heng chuckled softly, slowly placing one palm on the wooden door, pulling his palm back, and then suddenly striking forward with the strength of his muscles and bones.

After a loud thud, the entire massive wooden board suddenly trembled.

No cracks appeared on the surface of the wooden door, but with a few slight tremors, internal energy surged and rippled within it, turning into a pile of large and small wooden blocks that collapsed and crumbled, falling to the ground.

"What a waste." Hong Miao disapproved. "Couldn't you just use your lightness skill to flip over?"

"Just testing its power."

Xi Heng shook his hand and strode into the Liang family courtyard.

The people inside the courtyard had been alerted by the screams and the crashing of the door outside. Several guards and servants carrying wooden sticks came to investigate. One of them was clearly at the Ming Jin level, tall and burly, and was holding a different iron rod, confronting the two people who entered.

"Do you even know this is the Liang family's residence? What are you doing here?!" the man roared.

"Why are you asking the same question again..." Xi Heng said with some displeasure, "Call the person in charge of your clan over here."

"Bah! How dare a mere martial artist from the Jianghu see my Madam?" The burly man raised his iron rod and led the surrounding thugs to charge forward, smashing the heavy rod directly at the top of Xi Heng's head, which was covered by a bamboo hat.

"So slow." Xi Heng dodged the attack with a simple turn of his foot, then moved to the side of his opponent and pierced his neck with the blade of his sword.

The sharp blade pierced through flesh and blood, and through the spine behind her neck. When she twisted her wrist and pulled it out, half of her neck had already been severed.

As the weapons of the surrounding servants came flying, Xi Heng swept his sword across, and the red light on the blade drew an arc in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the wooden sticks were all chopped off.

With a flick of her toes, one of the falling wooden sticks was kicked away, piercing another person's neck.

The man stammered as he clutched his neck, blood gushing from his throat and spilling from his mouth before collapsing to the ground.

The others were also killed by Xi Heng's sword strikes. When he looked up, he saw that there were other people who had come running after hearing the noise.

This time, however, it wasn't a servant who came, but a martial artist dressed in simple, close-fitting clothes. Despite the cold weather, his face was still ruddy and his forehead was sweaty, as if he had just been practicing martial arts and was now putting his skills to use.

The man was holding a rather thick two-handed longsword, the blade of which was shrouded in wisps of black energy, though not very strong, and he did not appear to be a master.

Xi Heng didn't say anything more to him, but instead drew his sword, stepped forward, spun around, and slashed horizontally.

The longsword in his hand drew a crimson line in the air, and the enemy hurriedly raised his thick sword to block.

As the blades clashed, the opponent's longsword could no longer withstand the sharp crimson light and was shattered into pieces by Xi Heng's crimson sword energy.

Seeing that the sword blade was broken, he trembled and quickly retreated a few steps.

Even so, the sword wind still sliced ​​through the opponent's chest, leaving a hideous trail of blood.