Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

The sword energy swept across, slicing open the abdomens of more than ten people within a five-meter radius, who collapsed to the ground screaming in pain.

The spearmen on the other side stared blankly, clearly unable to react.

The red sword was already upon him when he finally managed to raise his spear to block it, but he was too slow. A five- or six-centimeter-deep gash was sliced ​​open between his eyebrows, and he collapsed to the ground.

Without hesitation, Xi Heng moved on to the next area after killing his way through this one, his body gushing with fresh blood.

These lowly soldiers, who were at most just beginning to master the skills, fell one after another. Although the gunmen had all practiced some techniques, they were actually easier to kill under Xi Heng's sword.

With a single glance, she could easily discern the first person's intended move. All she had to do was deliberately parry the attack, making it appear as if the opponent was offering their head for her to chop off.

The spearmen had difficulty hitting her. None of the soldiers in this group were truly proficient in any moves. Xi Heng could easily dodge their thrusts with a simple twist of her body. Even if a spear swept across her, the force of the spear wouldn't move her in the slightest. In the midst of the crowd, these long spears, several meters long, would actually be hindered by friendly forces.

One by one, swordsmen and shieldmen approached, relieving her of the pressure from the crossbows and spears.

The blade swept out another ring of blood, the spear shaft snapped in two, and the swordsman and shieldman fell to the ground.

In this brief moment of calm, Xi Heng took the Blood Spirit Stone out of his purse, quickly chanted an incantation, and ran it across the back of his hand.

She spread her five fingers, aimed at the crossbowmen a dozen meters behind her, and shouted, "Fire!"

From his fingertips emerged a canopy of stark white bones, and Xi Heng used many times more spiritual energy this time, making the terrifying skeletal canopy even larger.

The skeleton first blocked a round of crossbow fire and thrown spears, then suddenly exploded.

Xi Heng pushed his left arm again, and hundreds of large and small fragments exploded together, shooting into the distance.

A dozen or so archers standing in a group groaned and fell to the ground.

"A demon! A demon! She's a demon!"

This shout came from somewhere in the enemy army, and no one knew who it was.

As soon as the sound rang out, the entire surrounding army immediately fell into chaos and panic, and their fighting spirit vanished instantly.

They're fine with killing, but if the enemy is a monster with bizarre and terrifying moves, a monster whose killing ability is uncertain, their fighting spirit will immediately dissipate.

Xi Heng seemed not to hear, and turned back to kill the stunned axemen around him.

……

Warm blood splattered on his face. Xi Heng felt the surrounding stench of blood growing stronger. He had lost count of how many times he had swung his sword, and he was also unsure of how many people he had killed.

When they came to their senses, the ground was covered with corpses of all shapes and sizes and grotesque heads.

The snow surface was no longer as white as before; the blood that had seeped through it had left the thick snow riddled with holes.

"Hoo..." She exhaled, moved her feet and looked around, but could not see any more soldiers who dared to attack her.

Most of the rebel henchmen had fled, leaving behind countless corpses on the ground.

Wherever Xi Heng's crimson gaze turned, the soldiers on that side would flee even faster.

Before long, there were no more outsiders around. Apart from the corpses scattered on the ground, only she and Senior Sister Hongmiao remained.

Xi Heng casually wiped the blood off his sword from a corpse and sheathed it.

Hongmiao, who had just restrained and killed many archers, slowly approached her.

Looking at the grotesque and terrifying heads scattered all over the ground, even she, a martial artist who cultivated the Bloodline Sword, found it difficult to adapt.

Hong Miao looked up at Xi Heng, but couldn't utter a single word.

Now dressed in a black robe with his long hair loose, Xi Heng was covered in blood. Although the blade had been wiped clean, the scabbard was also covered in blood.

The blood-stained strands of hair froze, and her face was covered with drops of blood, but none of them were her own.

His pupils were an indescribable crimson, and his intense killing intent had not diminished in the slightest even now.

When Hong Miao saw her junior sister staring at her, she felt a chill run down her spine. Her right hand instinctively went to the sheath, fearing that her junior sister had already fallen into demonic possession and was now targeting her as well.

Xi Heng licked the blood from his lips, and upon seeing that it was his senior sister, his killing intent subsided somewhat.

"Thank you, senior sister."

Just now, Senior Sister Hongmiao held off a lot of archers for her; otherwise, she might have actually been hit by one or two arrows.

Hong Miao's expression was somber, and she said nothing more.

"I need to trouble you with one more thing, Senior Sister—please help me gather all these corpses together," Xi Heng said, pointing.

"...Do we still need to set up a human head memorial? Isn't that unnecessary?" Hong Miao's voice was dry and monotonous.

"What viewpoint should we establish?" Xi Heng's thoughts were quite simple at the moment.

She walked to the side, swung her sword, and drew an arc on the ground with the wind from the sword. She then pointed and said, "Anyway, Senior Sister, just help me pile them up. Just pile them up here."

Why...?

"Senior sister will understand in a moment." Xi Heng squatted down and first grabbed a human head and threw it over.

They then carried the corpses one by one and piled them on top of each other.

Hong Miao hesitated for a moment, sighed softly, and decided to follow the other party's suggestion, dragging the mangled corpses from the ground and throwing them aside.

While she was busy, Hong Miao suddenly realized why Xi Heng had been so skilled at dragging the corpse during the assassination attempt a few days ago.

She's done this many times before... just like this.

Xi Heng encouraged everyone by clearing out the surrounding area, then clapped his hands and stopped.

She grabbed a handful of clean snow and wiped her hands, then found a corpse's neck and used her palms to smear blood on it, drawing eerie, twisted, bright red lines on the snow that had been trampled over.

As eerie, tentacle-like blood patterns circled the pile of corpses, Xi Heng, having finished his rounds, then drew a bottle-shaped pattern in the center of the ritual.

She was quite familiar with the process of drawing the array, but this was the first time she had drawn such a large one, and it took her quite a while.

Beside her, Senior Sister Hongmiao, panting heavily, had already piled up more than a hundred corpses and heads, forming a strange pyramid of corpses.

After struggling for half an hour, even with her martial arts physique, she was too tired to move anymore.

The reason I barely managed to finish was because of my deep curiosity: why my junior sister was piling up corpses, and what the spells drawn on the ground were. Could it be that the sorcery my junior sister used earlier was related to this?

With a series of questions lingering in her mind, Hong Miao watched as Xi Heng took out a piece of red jade from his waist and placed it at the mouth of the blood-patterned vase on the ground.

Then, the junior sister quickly and softly recited a long, strange incantation that she couldn't understand, and bit her thumb in her palm, letting a drop of blood fall onto the crystal-clear red jade.

The red jade immediately emitted a red fluorescence, and the blood-red patterns surrounding it also lit up.

The blood-red patterns on the ground rippled spontaneously, and the tendril-like lines near the pile of corpses extended rapidly, crawling towards the pile of corpses, the blood-red patterns like red ribbons trying to bind the corpses together tightly.

Xi Heng clapped his hands, and the formation on the ground immediately shone with a bright red light, making the snowfield seem as if it were connected to the underworld.

A horrifying scene then unfolded: the layers of corpses on the pile became increasingly emaciated, their flesh withered and shriveled. In just a few seconds, a robust corpse was reduced to skin and bones.

“Junior sister, this is…” Hong Miao stared blankly, she had only heard of this kind of evil sorcery in some stories.

"This is a magic technique preserved within the royal family of the Great Zhao Dynasty, called the Blood Sea Great Technique," Xi Heng explained. "It was obtained by our senior Zhao Qianqiu from a secret realm in the north... and it has some connection to our Bloodline Sword."

The red jade beneath Xi Heng's feet began to shimmer, its light growing ever brighter. Its surface, which had been dull and murky, became increasingly luminous, and fine lines appeared within the clear and warm jade, slowly expanding and contracting like arteries in the human body.

The pile of corpses shrank further as it was drained, and in just a minute or two, the once towering pyramid of corpses, which was as tall as a thatched hut, was cut in half.

The pyramid's volume also shrank rapidly, withering into a bluish-gray color as if a video had sped up.

From the outside in, layer after layer of corpses dried up and changed color.

Ultimately, the entire pile of corpses became a terrifying and horrifying landscape of skeletons.

Hong Miao remained rooted to the spot, unable to utter a word.

She had seen similar skeletons before. During the hot summer months, corpses were often hung on the city walls by the government offices and left to bask in the sun for more than seven days, eventually turning into something similar to the skeletons before her.

Even she had never seen so many mummies before, and none of the other mummies were as thoroughly dried as the pile of corpses in front of her.

And all of this happened in just a few minutes.

If she didn't know it was her junior sister who caused it, even if she told her it was the work of evil spirits and demons, she would definitely believe it.

Hong Miao's gaze toward Xi Heng subtly shifted.

Could my junior sister, who has always acted rather strangely, really be some kind of monster?

Senior sister hesitated, but Xi Heng, who was busy with his work, didn't think so much. He just looked at the glowing blood spirit stone on the ground and nodded.

"As expected, the spiritual energy within the flesh and blood can be directly supplied to the Blood Spirit Stone for preservation..."

"I just don't know if there's a specific limit... but storing the spiritual energy of at least two hundred rebel soldiers shouldn't be a problem."

Having carried the Blood Spirit Stone with him for so long, Xi Heng had come to realize that the spiritual energy within the Blood Spirit Stone would gradually dissipate, though the process was quite slow.

If the spiritual energy obtained from today's sacrifice is two hundred units, then the spiritual energy naturally dissipated from the spirit stones over the past six months is less than two units.

After a rough estimate, she saw that the pile of corpses in front of her had shrunk to its limit, becoming skeletons wrapped in pieces of dried flesh, and the bright red fluorescence on the surface of the blood-red ritual track had gradually disappeared. She then realized that the spell had ended.

The girl extended her blood-stained right hand from her black robe, picked up the spirit stone, and put it back at her waist.

“Let’s go, senior sister,” she said.

As soon as I turned around, I saw that my senior sister was already standing there, frozen in place.

"Senior Sister Hongmiao?"

"..."

A cold wind brushed against my cheek, carrying away the stench of blood and adding a touch of freshness to the air.

The thick, black robe, its ends congealed with blood, billowed and rustled in the wind.

“Junior sister…” A rare look of confusion appeared in Hong Miao’s eyes: “Are you really not a demon?”

"No?" Xi Heng tilted his head.

She also knew that mortals might be frightened if they saw her using such evil magic.

She thought that her senior sister, a martial artist with internal strength who had killed many people, wouldn't be scared... but now it seems she was wrong.

"Senior sister, just think of this as a slightly peculiar martial art."

After giving a brief explanation, Xi Heng put the spirit stone back into his waist pouch, turned around and left the courtyard, which had become so eerie it resembled a hellish underworld.

After she stepped out of the courtyard gate, Senior Sister Hongmiao hesitated before following her.

The city outside returned to its empty and silent state, with only a series of chaotic or orderly footprints remaining on the snow.

Xi Heng hummed a song, feeling cheerful.

Today it was confirmed that Blood Spirit Stones can store spiritual energy, so in the future, when we want to cast spells, we won't have to find someone to kill on the spot anymore, which is actually a good thing.

They also obtained a copy of the Transformation Sword Technique. Although it was only a fragment, it could still be of some use in the deduction of the Red Thread Sword Technique later on.

Furthermore, some white jade jewelry was taken from the Liang family, which should be worth several hundred taels of silver.

Afterwards, by returning to a large northern city and pawning the property, one can buy a house and settle down...

Once he had a stable place to live, Xi Heng planned to continue practicing martial arts and sword techniques while searching for information on various methods of neutralizing internal energy and deducing the Red Thread Sword Technique.

If one's sword intent is insufficient, one should go to the frontier to kill people and practice swordsmanship; if one's physique is insufficient, one should find ways to enhance it until one reaches the Yi Jin Jing realm, which can accommodate internal energy.

"This haul was pretty good..."

Xi Heng took out several pieces of fine jade from his money pouch and began to think about the future.

Hong Miao followed quietly behind, looking at the blood-covered figure in front of her, a hint of worry in her eyes.

……

Chapter Sixty, Enchanting Candlelight Night

The return journey was smooth sailing.

After the massacre, no one in Jianchang City, which already had few soldiers, dared to stop them.

Wherever they went, the rebel soldiers would stay far away, fearing that they would be targeted and beheaded again.

Using his light-footed skill, Xi Heng stepped back onto the city wall where he had stood when he entered the city.

Amidst the biting wind, looking back, one can still see a splash of crimson amidst the vast expanse of snow, like a vibrant petal fallen into the icy landscape.

The senior sister also stood beside Xi Heng, looking at the bloodstains in the distance, her expression not so natural.

"Is something on your mind, Senior Sister?" the girl asked.

"..." Hong Miao stared at Xi Heng for a while, but said nothing.

As she traveled, Hongmiao's astonishment faded with time, and she temporarily put aside the strange looks she had received. She slowly exhaled.

Perhaps she was overthinking it; Xi Heng had not fallen to the level of evil.