Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

The problem now is that the Bloodline Sword Technique does not focus on cultivating internal energy or physical strength; it only emphasizes the techniques.

What moves can kill the enemy faster? How can you swing your sword to maximize its effectiveness? How should you change your moves while swinging your sword? How can you change your moves to conceal your deadly intentions and make the enemy unable to defend against them?

How to launch a sneak attack, how to break through the opponent's stance, and how to cleanly and decisively sever their head...

Bloodline Sword studies these most tangible things in life-or-death duels, and nothing else.

Internal strength only needs to be sufficient; as for external force, it's all for explosive use and doesn't require much control.

"If we continue to explore a martial art, we can take the theme of the martial art itself to a higher level and cultivate these killing techniques to the extreme. Can we also achieve the level of mastery?"

"If we can reach the same goal through different paths... then the path to mastery of the Bloodline Sword Technique is to hone the art of swordsmanship to its ultimate level."

"The Bloodline Sword is a sword of slaughter; one must hone one's sword intent through killing, and then use that intent to refine one's swordsmanship, creating a unique and powerful technique." Her thoughts gradually became clear:

"The path to mastering the Red Thread Sword Technique may lie in the essence of sword intent and swordsmanship."

The girl flicked the reins, and the horse's hooves went from a slow walk to a rapid thud.

"Then let's first... become a Sword Saint."

……

Chapter Sixty-Four: Refining the Heart in the Mortal World

A gentle spring breeze caressed their faces, and after seven days of galloping, Xi Heng returned to the bustling city gates of Jiangning.

After dismounting and paying the city entrance fee, I led my horse, which was now carrying a bundle that was even more bulging than when I left, slowly through the city gate.

Her trip, which lasted a full month from start to finish, not only didn't reduce her silver reserves, but actually doubled them.

Whenever he traveled along mountain roads and waterways, he would encounter bandits after going only a short distance. Xi Heng would usually leave one or two alive and have them lead him to the bandits' headquarters, where he would draw his sword and slaughter them.

In this way, while honing his killing intent, he continued to replenish the Blood Spirit Stone with spiritual power.

On the city street, Xi Heng casually picked up the round, bright red jade stone from his inventory and looked at it again and again.

The jade-like veins inside the spirit stone became increasingly clear, and the faint glow became more and more striking, indicating that it was already full of spiritual energy.

This Blood Spirit Stone can only hold the spiritual energy generated from the flesh and blood of five or six hundred people at most.

To save more, you'll need another Bloodstone.

Xi Heng currently has no refining materials, and Zhao Qianyuan is already dead, so he can only wait until the next few lifetimes to refine it.

"I thought I could store up a lot and unleash some of the most powerful spells when needed." She shook her head and put the Blood Spirit Stone back into her inventory.

However, using five or six hundred units of spiritual energy from a spirit stone to amplify ordinary spells should also produce considerable power.

"I might try it sometime in the future..."

The commoners on the roadside naturally couldn't understand her mutterings, nor did they know what shocking thing this beautiful female knight-errant, sitting sideways on her horse and wearing a white veiled hat, was thinking.

Time passed slowly, and the horse's hooves pounded the ground in front of a large courtyard gate.

Xi Heng landed lightly and raised his right hand to knock on the door.

dong dong.

Before long, a maid opened the door for her.

"Second Miss, you're back."

The other person was wearing a pink and green dress and had her hair tied up in two simple buns. Her petite figure looked even more delicate and charming with this hairstyle.

Xi Heng remembered this maid. Her name was Shuanghua. She was taken in by his senior sister because of her pitiful background. She looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Is Senior Sister home?" Xi Heng replied simply.

"The young lady recently bought many books from the city's bookstores and has been studying them lately in her study."

"My senior sister has been working hard too, I wonder if she's achieved anything..."

"This servant...doesn't know." The maid, Shuanghua, was stunned.

"I was just talking to myself."

Xi Heng yawned indifferently, walked past the man, passed through the hanging flower gate and then through the long corridor on the side, heading towards the study next to the main house.

The door was closed, but through the paper door, one could see a blurry figure sitting inside, leaning over as if writing something.

She knocked on the door, and only a flat reply came from behind it: "The food is on the small table by the door."

The girl tilted her head and pushed the door open to go inside.

"Didn't you say you'd put it on the table?" Hong Miao turned her head and saw that it was Xi Heng. Her expression and cold tone immediately softened. She put down the paper and pen in her hand and said gently, "Junior Sister, you're back..."

Xi Heng didn't respond until he sat down at the table in front of the other person, then he teased:

"It's on the table."

“Junior sister isn’t food.” Hong Miao put the fine brush in her hand aside.

"I can be," Xi Heng said with a light laugh.

"Senior sister, is there any part of my body you'd like to eat? Parts of my body?"

She crossed her legs, pointed her toes, and twirled around in the air in front of her senior sister.

"Let's save these games for after nightfall," the senior sister said, seemingly unmoved.

“How about we get down to business now? I think… I’ve found some clues about the ‘evil’ mentioned in the Extinction Sword Technique.”

Xi Heng pressed his hands down and jumped off the table, respectfully saying, "Please teach me, Senior Sister."

Having returned to her serious state, Hong Miao took a book and handed it to Xi Heng.

"This is the Buddhist scripture 'Mahaprajnaparamita Sutra,' which contains a sentence that uses the Extinction Sword Technique in our hands as an example, briefly explaining what 'Sha' is... but it is not clear."

"Oh?" Xi Heng took the book and asked where it was.

I never expected my senior sister to be so amazing. In such a short time, she was able to find clues from books that seemed to have nothing to do with the Extinction Sword Technique.

"I've placed bookmarks and drawn some strokes on the pages of the book; you can see them when you open it."

The girl immediately opened it and saw a sentence marked on it, which she read aloud softly:

“Love breeds sorrow, love breeds fear, those who are free from love are without sorrow or fear… love breeds anger, love breeds resentment, love breeds delusion, love breeds killing.”

"I have heard that there are three kinds of martial arts in the world, namely anger, hatred, and annihilation. They are divided into anger, resentment, and evil spirits that melt the heart, turning a person into a ghost. The heart is filled with nameless evil fire, and the body is filled with resentment that soars to the sky. This is a great evil and it is difficult to enter the Great Way."

"From love arises sorrow, from love arises resentment; apart from love there is no sorrow, where then can resentment arise? If there is no love or hatred, there is no bondage."

"Love and separation, anger and resentment, are nothing but empty flowers before the eyes, a mere illusion."

Xi Heng blinked: "You only said this short part?"

The senior sister shrugged: "These are all I've found recently. There might be more in other books, so I'll have to search for them slowly."

“Love breeds evil…” Xi Heng read it again, repeating these four words:

"How can love give rise to death? And how should it be born?"

The text in this Buddhist book is truly difficult to understand; even after reading it several times, I still find it hard to comprehend.

"I don't know." The senior sister shrugged. "Maybe I'll understand someday."

Xi Heng looked at the Buddhist text for a while, then shook his head, closed it, and put it aside. He turned to his senior sister and said:

"Actually, during my journey, I vaguely found a path that might lead to the Transformation Realm."

"Found it?"

"It's not certain if it will work. Even if it does, it will require extremely high talent and effort," Xi Heng said. "The Bloodline Sword is a killing sword. I want to continue down this path, constantly honing my sword intent and swordsmanship, and trying to break through."

Upon hearing this, Senior Sister Hongmiao's expression became increasingly uneasy.

"This method...wouldn't it require killing a lot of people?"

"I plan to go to the northern frontier to practice swordsmanship and, incidentally, protect the territory of Great Zhao," Xi Heng said simply.

"But there are many experts in Yanmeng Kingdom, this is really dangerous." Senior Sister seemed to want to dissuade her.

"I will pay attention."

"Why don't I come with you?"

“But I don’t want my senior sister to be in danger with me,” Xi Heng replied immediately.

"...You know it's dangerous too." Hong Miao turned her head to look in the other direction, hesitated for a long time, and finally slowly spoke her true feelings:

"There were many geniuses in the original Bloodline Sword Sect who tried to deduce the sword technique to the level of mastery."

"But their fates were just like Senior Zhao Qianqiu's: they all encountered danger, failed, and perished along the way."

"It's like a curse or divine punishment. Those who kill too many people will eventually suffer retribution and punishment, and will find it difficult to achieve their wishes." She sighed softly, "The elders often say that people like you and me who cultivate the sword of slaughter will ultimately not have a good ending."

“If you go to the North, you might end up like this.” Senior Sister Hongmiao turned around and met Xiheng’s eyes, who was also becoming serious: “Could you stay here? Don’t leave.”

Xi Heng shook his head.

But my senior sister still wanted to persevere a little longer:

"Let us live peacefully and happily here, spending our lives together, no longer caring about martial arts, retiring from the martial world and retreating to the mountains, becoming a pair of lovebirds, flying side by side, envying neither mandarin ducks nor immortals..."

"..."

Hong Miao was truly moved. Although she tried her best to keep her voice calm and peaceful, a hint of pleading appeared in her eyes:

"Please do this for my own good... I don't want you to ever again venture into dangerous places and end up dead in the wilderness."

"I'm sorry, senior sister."

But Xi Heng still envied the immortals.

She had already decided what she would do in this life, and she was unwilling to change it:

"If there is an afterlife, I will keep this promise."

“But I only ask for this life, not the next,” Hong Miao said.

Xi Heng hesitated for a long time. His firm heart, along with the indifference he had cultivated through several reincarnations, was somewhat shaken and melted under this situation.

"I……"

She dared not stay any longer, fearing she might not be able to overcome this trials of the mortal world.

Xi Heng couldn't think of anything to say, so he just made up an excuse and left his senior sister's side.

"The dust on the road was too thick today, I'm all covered in it, I'm going to take a shower now, senior sister."

She left the study in a few steps and slammed the door shut.

Hongmiao was left alone, quietly standing there, slowly raising her hands and pressing them against her heart.

She leaned down and gently bit her lip, her eyes revealing a hint of resentment.

In the end, the resentment could only turn into a sigh.

……

Xi Heng walked quickly along the corridor outside, and soon after, he disappeared into the bathroom.

One of the maids was preparing hot water. When she saw her coming, she paused for a moment before bowing and greeting her.

"Greetings, Second Miss."

Xi Heng finally escaped the entanglement of love. He breathed a sigh of relief only after getting far away from his senior sister, and gently patted his chest with his right hand.

Upon looking up and seeing the maid in the bathhouse, he pretended that nothing had happened and said naturally:

Is the water available now?

"Please wait a moment, Miss, I'll prepare it right away." The maid walked behind a partition, leaving Xi Heng alone in the room again.

In the silence, Xi Heng recalled the words and scene just now and began to reflect.

"How did it get like this..."

She usually maintains a habitually indifferent attitude when dealing with people and things.

However, their attitude would occasionally change slightly due to curiosity and interest, but not often.

How did he manage to get to this point with his senior sister with such an indifferent demeanor?

"So it really was because of that pot of cherry wine back then?" Xi Heng sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"If I hadn't asked for a massage, this wouldn't have happened."