Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

"Now... how am I supposed to face my senior sister?"

She couldn't think of an answer.

As I sat down at random and waited, the door to the shower room behind me was slowly pushed open.

Xi Heng looked back and the thought of running away arose in his mind again—because the person who entered was his senior sister again.

Now she has no idea how to continue avoiding her senior's request.

Before I could think of a reason to continue running away, my senior sister spoke first:

"I was too excited when I spoke just now. Please pretend I didn't say anything, junior sister."

"Eh?"

“We are both martial artists, how could I not understand your desire for the Dao? If you had advised me against seeking revenge back then, I would not have agreed.” The senior sister bowed slightly, as if apologizing: “Back then, my junior sister risked her life to avenge me, so I should have risked my life to help her as well… I overstepped my bounds just now.”

“Eh…” Xi Heng didn’t react.

Wasn't she the one who wronged her senior sister just now? How did it suddenly become that her senior sister wronged her in her senior sister's mouth?

it's wired.

Xi Heng waved his hands repeatedly:

"No, no, I absolutely didn't mean to blame my senior sister, it's just... never mind, let's not talk about this!"

She didn't want to stay on this topic any longer and quickly interrupted:

"I'm about to take a bath... Senior sister, you should go back to your bedroom."

Hong Miao saw through Xi Heng's thoughts and said no more. She glanced at the damp bathroom, listened to the sound of water being poured next door, and saw Xi Heng's evasive manner. She gradually changed her mind.

"Let us bathe together today."

"Together?"

"Together." Hong Miao approached.

Xi Heng subconsciously took another half step back, but for some reason his heel hit the wall, leaving him with nowhere to retreat.

Seeing her retreating appearance, Hong Miao became truly interested and leaned against Xi Heng, reaching out her hand.

The fingertips landed on the other person's neck, the soft, slender fingers tracing the delicate skin of the girl's neck, then moved to her chin, gently hooking it with the index finger.

Although my junior sister's life is not hers.

But at least for this moment, it can be.

"Senior sister, now...?" Xi Heng didn't say it explicitly, but both of them knew the answer.

"We're all home now, when is it not okay?"

“But you just said that you would do it after nightfall…” Xi Heng retorted softly.

Hong Miao curled the corners of her mouth and lowered her head slightly to let her lips touch the other person's ear.

"But the more I see you like this, the more I want to do more."

Before Xi Heng could react, a kiss landed on his cheek.

Hongmiao wrapped her arms around the other's waist, and with her other hand held the back of her lover's hair, she moved closer to him again.

A blush spread across their cheeks, and after a while, Xi Heng opened his mouth and breathed slightly, with fine silver threads hanging from his lips.

Just as they were about to continue, the sound of water being poured suddenly stopped.

"Young Miss, Second Young Miss, the bathwater is ready."

Hong Miao stopped what she was doing, a tender look in her eyes. Then she took Xi Heng's finger and led her slowly over.

During the journey, her senior sister reached out her fingertips and pinched the thin ribbon at her neck. With a gentle pull, her clothes were easily removed.

The smooth silk cascaded down the curves of her body towards the ground.

……

In the winter of the seventeenth year of the Qianzhi reign, Emperor Zhao Qianyuan of the Great Zhao Dynasty died due to assassination.

With the country without a ruler and the political situation in turmoil, the rebels in the southern Tianliang took the opportunity to seize several cities and occupy the important southeastern city of Jinshi. As a result, many prefectures and cities in the southeast of Xiujiang lost control, and there were displaced refugees everywhere. The imperial court's tax revenue dropped sharply.

The people are impoverished and the country is poor; cries of sorrow fill the land, and the common people can hardly find a place to sleep peacefully.

With grain prices soaring, the poor were forced to cook their own meals, and even firewood was running out.

The people were filled with anxiety and despair, yet the imperial court imposed heavy taxes to fund the military, causing all industries to decline and the people to suffer greatly.

Desperation breeds change, and heroes from all walks of life rose up in rebellion, responding to the call of the Tianliang and Huangmei armies. They seized flags and drums, stirring up chaos and war across the land.

After the start of spring, bandits from all four directions around the capital gathered and raised an army, causing the first battle in which they annihilated a thousand of the Zhao army in the capital, shocking both China and the world.

Afterwards, the southwestern barbarians were unified by a strongman who rallied tens of thousands of soldiers, clad in rattan armor, riding giant elephants to conquer the land of the Great Zhao. Wherever they went, they left behind scorched earth and devastation.

In addition, the "Jingming Sect" arose in the southeast, worshipping "Jinghuo Mingfu Daming Xianzun". Led by the Crimson Goddess, they gathered four thousand rebels to revolt in the coastal areas, calling themselves Da Chen.

Although the formidable southern enemy, Tianliang, had stopped at Jinshi City, the threat to the Great Zhao court had not diminished in the slightest.

Heaven is saddened by the people's suffering, the world is in turmoil, lives are lost, war is incessant, and everyone in the world is thinking of rebellion. It seems that Heaven intends to destroy the Great Zhao.

Even with the state of affairs in such a state, the Zhao court is still ruled by treacherous officials with wolfish hearts and sycophantic ways, and those who fawn over others hold power.

As for the princes and princesses, they are still fighting tooth and nail for a worthless throne.

Two months after Zhao Qianyuan's death, the group of royal talents finally came to a conclusion, and Princess Chuxiao ultimately ascended the throne, changing the era name to Taixiao.

In the year Taixiao, on a spring day, in Jiangning City.

Xi Heng hummed a song as he casually packed his belongings in the room. He first put in a spare longsword, then some fried dough wrapped in straw paper as dry food, and then stuffed in a change of clothes and so on.

After returning from Jinshicheng last time, she stayed at her home in Jiangning for more than a month before preparing to set off again.

The main purpose of this journey is to hone the Bloodline Sword Intent and, incidentally, gather information on the Transformation Technique.

As for the target location, it is still that Golden Stone City.

After Jinshi City was occupied by Tianliang, it took more than three months for the court to finally resume normal operations under the leadership of the new emperor. The Ever Victorious Army in the north was also finally transferred back to the south to retake Jinshi.

As for Tianliang itself, after occupying Jinshi City, it seemed to have lost all fighting spirit. It stopped sending troops north and even the Grand Commander Fang Tiande went south to consolidate his own garrison. It was as if they were only defending and not attacking, just waiting for the Great Zhao to send people to attack their door.

"The Ever-Victorious Army should be arriving at Jinshi City soon..." Xi Heng calculated the time.

This presented her with a suitable opportunity to hone her swordsmanship.

During the battle between the two armies, there are thousands of people who can be killed. As long as she sneaks into Jinshi City and waits for the Northern Army of Great Zhao to attack the city, she can respond from within the city and take advantage of the chaos to kill some rebel soldiers.

As for political affairs, such as how to save the current Zhao dynasty, restore order, and eliminate traitors, those are none of Xi Heng's concern.

She is now merely a wandering hermit, not in the palace, not the emperor, and indifferent to the affairs of the Great Zhao Kingdom.

Even if the world were to change drastically, what difference would it make to her, a martial artist specializing in internal energy? As long as it doesn't affect her and her senior sister, that's all that matters.

Even if it causes problems, you can move out of Jiangning City and find a safer place to continue living a carefree life.

"Let Chu Xiao worry about all the troubles in the Great Zhao Kingdom."

Xi Heng himself was relaxed and happy.

The girl quickly packed her luggage, held it in her hand, and turned to her senior sister Hongmiao, who was still taking a nap in bed at noon because she had played too late the night before:

"Senior sister, I'm leaving now."

“Hmm…” Hongmiao had already said goodbye to her properly late last night, so she didn’t say anything more today.

After speaking, Xi Heng stared at the now hazy Senior Sister Hong Miao for a while, keeping her image in his mind.

She stood there for two or three minutes before stepping back and leaving the main house.

Walk across the covered walkway and take another look at the courtyard scenery that you are already quite familiar with.

Now in late spring, the flowers and plants in the courtyard are vying for beauty. A peach tree in the center is blooming with pink flowers. When the wind blows, the petals are scattered on the ground, adding some unusual colors.

The sounds of several maids greeting him filled the air. Xi Heng led his large brown horse out of the stable, threw his bundle on its back, took a step and sat on the saddle. With a light flick of the reins, he skillfully maneuvered the horse away from his home and away from Jiangning City.

Traveling along the official road, passing through several post stations and large cities, Xi Heng arrived at the Xiujiang River seven days later.

The great river, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, shimmered and danced with ripples as it flowed quietly into the distance.

The water in this area flows gently, the trees on both banks sway in the wind, and the distant mountains are reflected in the water, creating a scene resembling a painting.

Xi Heng rode his horse slowly along the Xiujiang River.

Strangely enough, she encountered quite a few river bandits here last time, but this time she walked slowly along the river for almost half an hour without encountering any robberies.

Has she already killed almost all of those thieves?

Xi Heng remembered that he had accidentally left many survivors when he left, and there was more than one group of bandits around Xiujiang. Every half hour, a new group of bandits would come to rob them.

"Moreover, even boatmen are rare; we haven't seen a single boat to take us after traveling for so long."

Even without a boat, she could use her light-footed skills to cross the river, at most getting her clothes a little wet, but a horse couldn't swim that far.

Xi Heng traveled all the way but didn't see a single ship.

"Even a black ship would be fine..."

Normally, there are probably many unscrupulous boatmen on the Xiujiang River who trick passersby into boarding their boats at low prices. Once they reach the middle of the river, they stop and start making up all sorts of fees. If they don't pay, they'll pull out a knife and threaten them.

Xi Heng had killed one of them when he crossed the river before.

"Back then, even in the dead of winter, there were always a bunch of boatmen waiting to ferry people, but now that spring has arrived, they're all gone..."

The girl clicked her tongue, somewhat puzzled.

She suddenly yanked the reins, the rope snapping against the horse's neck, and the brown horse sped up faster and faster.

After a long while, Xi Heng heard a lot of noise coming from afar, and then he gradually slowed down his horse.

After rounding a bend in the river, we finally saw the boat.

However, this boat was quite different from the Hakka boat she had originally imagined.

The large ship was at least twenty or thirty meters long. A qilin's head was carved on the curved wooden bow. The main body was shaped like a large round bow. Many interconnected wooden pillars, like railings, stood along the side of the ship. Long oars were placed diagonally between the pillars, resembling a large centipede lying on the water.

As the slowing hooves drew closer, Xi Heng's field of vision widened, revealing an increasing number of warships.

In the distance, an endless number of Zhao soldiers, each clad in armor and wielding swords, shields, spears, or halberds, were orderly boarding warships in accordance with the orders given by the army. Some sat on the oars in preparation, while others stood like pagodas, surveying all directions.

The sails were furled, and a bright red flag was held at the stern, displaying a large character "Zhao".

……

Chapter Sixty-Five, The Pure Fire Cult

"So the Northern Army has already arrived in Xiujiang. How fast..." Xi Heng recognized them.

Observing the imposing presence and orderly commands of the soldiers from afar on the riverbank, she could tell that if these ever-victorious troops encountered an equal number of Tianliang soldiers, they would surely be able to disrupt the enemy's formation in an instant and achieve a great victory at minimal cost.

No wonder that when she worked in the pharmacy in her second life, she often heard that the soldiers of the Great Zhao were invincible and that they drove the Tianliang bandits out of Jinshi when they arrived in the south.

Although the Tianliang forces were numerous, most of them were just ordinary soldiers, without even a decent suit of armor.

What Xi Heng saw today were the ever-victorious soldiers of the Northern Frontier, all clad in armor, with some heavy cavalry and heavily armored infantry also visible in the distance.

Even if Fang Tiande was a master of formations, he would probably be helpless against such a powerful army.

Xi Heng tugged on the reins, stopping the horse in place.

Upon seeing this marching formation, she understood why there were no boatmen navigating this riverbank.

Because if the boats were spotted by the officers and soldiers, they would be requisitioned to help them cross the river.

Even the most powerful and unscrupulous boatmen who specialize in swindling people dare not act rashly as long as a dozen or so armed and armored soldiers stand behind them. No matter how many dozens or hundreds of people they have swindled on the Xiujiang River, they can only listen to orders in a low voice and exhaust all their strength to ferry the soldiers across the river time and time again.

Xi Heng stood at a distance and watched for a while, only seeing the edges of the Northern Frontier Army before she could get a full view of it. Then she saw a patrolman looking at her from afar.

She then pulled on the reins and turned the horse backward, driving it away from this troublesome place.

On her way to Jinshi City, she did not want to get into a fight with the soldiers of the Great Zhao.

There are three experts at the Transformation Realm in the Great Zhao Army. Who knows if one of them might be right in front of us?

The horse trod along the wet, muddy path by the river, traveling in the opposite direction for more than two hours before finally finding a place to board a boat as the sun was setting, and heading to the southern end.

On the way, Xi Heng passed through Gui'an and Xiuzhou, where he had a simple meal and lodging for a day before continuing south.

Whenever the Zhao army approached these small southern towns, they would order the town's generals to bring a large contingent of elite soldiers who were skilled in manufacturing siege equipment to accompany them south.

When Xi Heng arrived alone on horseback outside Jinshi City, he saw a cluster of tents and the flags of the Great Zhao Dynasty fluttering, firmly surrounding the three city walls.