Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

As for the source of the disguise technique, it was obtained through a method devised by my senior sister.

Although the Red Thread Sword Academy doesn't have any methods of disguise, the former Blood Thread Sword Sect did, and my senior sister also knows where the art of disguise is now circulating.

It was within the Blood Child organization, which operated an assassination and intelligence business.

As a descendant of the Bloodline Sword, Hongmiao had some connection with the Blood Child, so obtaining a copy from him wouldn't have been too difficult.

Even so, there is a price to pay.

The price was not money or silver, nor was it exchanged for other martial arts techniques.

While teaching the art of disguise, Xuezi also stated that if there was an opportunity in the future, he wanted Hongmiao to assist them in carrying out an assassination.

When Xi Heng heard this, he told his senior sister that if Xue Zi needed to use this opportunity to assign a task in the future, he could just hand it over to her to complete, and senior sister Hong Miao would not need to do it herself.

After all, she chose to use this disguise technique herself, so she should pay the price herself.

Having gone through so much with his senior sister and shared a bed for so long, even if Xi Heng's heart was indifferent due to his ability to reload and reincarnate, he couldn't help but develop a few feelings for her.

Even if she were to die now, she wouldn't want her senior sister to disappear.

She even considered setting up a save file here, so that even if they were separated or died, she could simply load the save file and return directly to her beloved senior sister.

However, now is not the time.

Even if I need to save this life, I don't have to save it now. I can save it later when I go to the northern border battlefield to train my sword intent. That way, I will have my senior sister by my side and I can add another place to train my sword in the save file.

Alternatively, you can save your game when you are about to face a formidable enemy that you must defeat, like in a game where you can revive, and reload your save file repeatedly to eventually defeat the boss with a perfect execution.

Xi Heng hopes to use one device for multiple purposes and is not in a hurry.

……

Now, Xi Heng has almost mastered the disguise technique brought by his senior sister.

She simply drew thin, sword-like eyebrows, then used a special long needle for disguise to draw a line at the corner of her eye, transforming her originally heroic and noble phoenix eyes into slightly languid, sleeping phoenix eyes.

The sharp, heroic spirit in her eyes was concealed by her slightly closed eyelids, and with her slightly narrowed eyes and gently upturned lips, she appeared gentle, kind, smiling, and graceful.

If she didn't carry the long sword at her waist and changed into a silk dress, she would look more like a lady from a noble family than a chivalrous woman from the martial arts world.

Even with a sword at her side, her demeanor was more like that of a scholar with a sword, rather than a weathered and ruthless martial artist. No one would ever equate her with the Blood Demon widely known in the martial arts world.

After carefully examining his reflection in the mirror, which was not much different from his previous appearance, but whose eyebrows and temperament had changed considerably, Xi Heng nodded slightly. Satisfied, he put the disguise needle back into his prepared bag.

More than a month later, she is going on another long trip, and her luggage is all packed.

However, it was already night, so she planned to leave early tomorrow morning.

As for what to do tonight...

The girl glanced back at the bed, her fingertips touching her exposed, fair neck, tracing the soft skin downwards.

I'll find out when my senior sister comes back from the study.

"Why don't we make love in the bathhouse today?" Xi Heng muttered to himself, exhaling a warm breath.

Before long, faint footsteps came from the door.

By candlelight, a shadow loomed in front of the door.

Hong Miao's figure swayed, and the carved door was pulled open.

Seeing that Xi Heng looked slightly different from before, she smiled and said, "Practicing disguise again?"

"Senior Sister." Xi Heng's voice was soft, and as soon as she finished speaking, she placed her little tongue on her lips.

These two words seem to have become some kind of switch; as long as they are spoken so tenderly, the body will react.

"Why is my junior sister already interested again so soon after I got back?"

Although she took the initiative at first, now it's Xi Heng who's making the requests more and more often.

So much so that Xi Heng was almost taking her place and becoming the one taking the initiative.

"What a lecher," Hong Miao clicked her tongue.

"Don't say that... Senior Sister is the same."

……

Chapter Sixty-Two, Can Offering Be Replaced?

The next morning.

After bidding farewell to his senior sister, who was already drowsy in bed, Xi Heng, full of energy, changed into a chivalrous outfit, went to the stable in the courtyard, hung his prepared luggage on the saddle, mounted his horse, and left Jiangning City, where he had lived for more than a month.

Horses trod along the official road, passing through villages large and small, and the three major cities of Suzhou, Gui'an, and Xiuzhou, heading towards Jinshi City.

Xi Heng calculated the time and believed that the great hero Guo Zhengwo, known in the martial arts world as the "Sword of Surging Waves," should have arrived in Jinshi City recently—she wanted to obtain the Huajin martial arts technique from him.

If it could be traded for, that would be ideal.

I probably can't beat that martial arts master, so I can't just snatch it directly.

At worst, they would only end up dying together.

"But will he come to Jinshi City again in this life?" Xi Heng wasn't sure.

Jinshi is no longer the prosperous place it once was. Since the Tianliang army approached, many people in the city have fled, and those who remained have been robbed several times by the Tianliang army. Now, it is likely that very few are still alive.

In my previous life, Guo Zhengwo came to Jinshi City to find a successor for his martial arts techniques.

Now, the city's population is perhaps less than one-fifth of what it used to be; maybe they'll go somewhere else in this life...

"We can't just stay in Jiangning City forever without ever stepping out of the gate... Whether he's there or not, we should still go out and look for him. Maybe he's there."

Xi Heng lifted the white veil hat he was wearing with his finger and looked into the distance, where he could already see the familiar, thick city wall of Jinshi City.

The base of the bluish-gray city wall still bears many traces of charcoal ash from the fires of war. The ground looks like it has been cleaned, but it still retains dried bloodstains and some broken weapons.

Many guards dressed in yellow and carrying swords were piled up in front of the city gate. Several flags were planted on the city wall, with the two large characters "Tianliang" on the flags, which whistled in the wind.

As a key location in the north, Jinshi City was not neglected by the Tianliang Army like Jianchang City, where only a small number of soldiers were stationed. Instead, a large army was stationed there, and many of the miscellaneous soldiers who were originally tenant farmers were sent back to their fields. In addition, a lot of people were moved from other cities. It is rumored that Fang Tiande intends to develop Jinshi into the future capital of Tianliang.

Besides farmland, the city's commerce and industry are also striving to recover, with various shops reopening and entry requirements becoming more relaxed.

Xi Heng paid two taels of silver at the city gate, said that he was a chivalrous knight-errant, and was easily allowed to enter.

The guards were quite indifferent to those entering the city, not checking their belongings or even asking Xi Heng to remove his veil before letting him go.

This displeased Xi Heng, who had prepared several different explanations for his identity, and he entered the city sullenly.

There were still some people in the city. Whether it was shops or houses, most of them had red couplets and square "Fu" characters hanging in front of their doors, and some of the atmosphere of the previous Spring Festival remained.

But now, there are only a few scattered figures on the streets, which can hardly be described as bustling.

Most of the shops were open, but there were very few customers, and the autumn wind blowing through the streets barely touched anyone.

This scene resembles that of a sparsely populated town in the countryside, rather than a large city located in the center.

A simple stroll through the city reveals that the various industries that the Tianliang Army claims to have restored have not yielded any real results.

Xi Heng turned left and right and walked to the edge of the central city, taking a long detour back to the familiar Red Thread Sword Academy.

The faded gate of the Sword Academy was tightly shut, and the plaque above it was becoming increasingly blurred, just like most of the houses and courtyards in Jinshi City, which were deserted and desolate.

The sky gradually darkened.

Xi Heng increasingly felt that he had come all this way for nothing.

Given the dilapidated state of the city, Guo Zheng might not come.

As the sun set in the west, it cast a warm, orange-red glow, which shone through the layers of dark clouds, turning them into fiery, blazing clouds.

She turned and headed towards the city center, intending to find an inn or restaurant to stay in temporarily.

Along the way, bloodstains on the stone slabs were visible, unwashed, and even after snow and rain, some areas still appeared darker red than others.

The bloodshed of that siege was not only shed on the city walls; the battle inside the city was far more brutal.

The defending soldiers still had the ability to kill the enemy, and the Tianliang siege suffered losses several times greater than the soldiers.

Since the city fell, the civilians left inside have been powerless to resist.

Even the hatred that Tianliang Fanjun harbored towards the imperial court would be directed at them without any reason.

“There’s a sense of resentment in this city…” Xi Heng sensed it vaguely.

The resentment seeped through the bloodstains on the street, the knife marks on the walls, the indifference and numbness in the eyes of passersby, and the candlelight in the windows of every house at night, along with the damp and eerie stench, reaching the girl's sensitive heart.

This feeling made her somewhat uncomfortable.

Xi Heng shook his head and looked up to see a commercial street in front of him. Several tall restaurants had red lanterns lit up on their ground floors, but there were clearly not many customers.

She set her gaze on the largest restaurant, but after taking only a few steps, she heard a delicate voice calling softly from her side and below.

"Please, please have mercy..."

Xi Heng looked toward the source of the sound, but didn't see it at first glance. On his second glance, he looked down and saw a small child who had just learned to stand up, holding half a small bowl and raising his hand with trembling hands.

Seeing this, she stopped her horse and said calmly:

"How old are you?"

The child seemed not to understand, his gaze was blank, and he continued to speak in his childish voice:

"...I, I want to eat."

Xi Heng simply said, "Come with me to the restaurant and get a pancake to eat."

However, the child remained motionless, only continuing to utter the three words "please have mercy."

"Never mind if you don't want to eat." She yawned, ignored him, flicked the reins, and continued walking.

When the horses arrived at the foot of the restaurant next door, the waiter greeted them warmly.

Xi Heng casually tossed a few copper coins as a tip, asking the other party to feed the horse some good fodder, then dismounted and entered the restaurant, where he sat down and waited for the other party to serve the menu.

Why is there so little food?

Xi Heng had been here before when he went shopping with his junior sister. Back then, the menu was incredibly diverse, but now that Tian Liang has taken over, there's only a simple page left.

"And all the meat dishes are chicken and goose...aren't there any other meat dishes?" Xi Heng clicked his tongue.

"Sir... we don't have many customers, so we prepare less food and meat, but the chickens, ducks, and geese are all freshly slaughtered, guaranteed to be fresh!" The waiter managed to make a promotion despite the difficult conditions.

"Just bring two meat dishes and make a plate of vegetable pancakes." Xi Heng waved her hand; none of the dishes on the menu suited her taste, so she just went with whatever was available.

"Alright." The waiter took the menu and ran to the kitchen to make arrangements.

Since Xi Heng was the only customer at the restaurant during the entire dinner period, the food was served quite quickly.

As for whether it tastes good or not... I can only say it's too home-style and the flavors are too mediocre. The chef in this restaurant is probably a former soldier in the Tianliang army who knew how to cook.

The two meat dishes tasted exactly the same, but the vegetable pancake was actually a little tastier.

After casually picking up a few bites to fill her stomach, she asked the waiter to bring some straw paper to wrap the pancake.

Xi Heng walked out of the restaurant and, after only a dozen steps, reached the begging child and threw the flatbread to him.

"Here, eat."

"..." The child struggled to unpack the package with his short, small hands, looked at the fried dough, and quickly took a few bites.

His teeth didn't seem strong enough to bite it off directly; he had to tilt his head and tear the biscuit apart before he could swallow it.

Xi Heng turned to leave, but then heard the child behind him say again, "Please have mercy..."

"Isn't there food?" Xi Heng yawned.

She had no intention of paying attention to the little beggar, but she took the bread because she saw there was some left and didn't want to waste food.

"Please have mercy..." The small bowl was pushed over again.

"You want more money?"

"Money, money!" the child cried anxiously. "If we don't have money to go back... we'll get beaten by the adults."

"Oh?" Xi Heng turned his gaze back: "Did someone force you to beg?"

"Please have mercy." The other person simply lowered their head, their two outstretched hands holding the broken small bowl.

"Alright then." A murderous intent slowly surfaced in Xi Heng's heart.

She took three small pieces of silver from her purse and carefully dropped them into the child's bowl. "Go now."

The little beggar knelt down and nodded repeatedly, seemingly unsure how to properly express his gratitude. After kneeling, he ran away with the loose silver and flatbread in his hands.