Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

He only stopped, dizzy and disoriented, after his forehead was bruised and he heard the other person's sneer.

"Okay, you can go now, I won't kill you."

Seeing the other party's comical appearance, Xi Heng couldn't help but find it amusing, so he waved his hand.

"Thank you, Demon Ancestor! Thank you, Dark Heavenly Venerable!" The man hurriedly stood up and fled in a panic.

Another swordsman next to him also knelt down and kowtowed, calling out "Demon Ancestor" several times and kowtowing more than ten times before Xi Heng told him to stop.

"You can leave too, but when you get back to your damned Jingming Sect, you must announce to them the news of this demon, and let them come and kill me."

"Huh?" The young follower clearly couldn't understand.

"What, you dare disobey the orders of this demon lord?" The girl with reddish eyes pushed the skeleton in front of her five fingers forward slightly.

"No! No!" the soldier hurriedly cried out.

"get out."

Xi Heng ignored him and approached the strange priest who was still crying out in pain, crouching down beside him.

"Demon, you have been causing chaos and disorder in the territory of the Pure Fire Venerable. You will surely be slain by the Venerable's messenger and burned to ashes by the sacred fire!"

"Demons, my foot..." Xi Heng clicked his tongue, casually flicking his hand to scatter the bones from his fingernails, then squatted down and asked the slumped Jingming Sect leader, "I ask you, where do your spells come from?"

The other party gritted their teeth and did not answer.

However, based on this person's attitude, Xi Heng could guess some things:

"You saw that I was a martial artist with internal strength, and even though you were losing money, you didn't think of using magic. It wasn't until I said a few words to your Pure Fire Venerable that you attacked out of anger. Magic is your trump card, and you should only use it as a last resort."

"Judging from your appearance, you truly believe that I am a demon, which means you have no idea where magic comes from... This magic must have been inscribed for you by a high-ranking member of your Jingming Sect, right?"

Xi Heng said calmly:

"The most likely person is your so-called Messenger of Light, the so-called Crimson Goddess."

The woman slightly opened her eyes, let out a muffled groan, and remained silent.

"So that guy really does know magic..."

Xi Heng sighed and said, "After I kill you and the battle of Jinshi City is over, I will go to the southeast coast to find the Crimson Goddess and seize her magic."

"The Crimson Goddess is a celestial messenger sent by the Pure Fire Bright Lord. You will surely be burned to death by the Holy Fire!"

"What divine messenger? What heaven? She's more likely just someone who had a lucky encounter and found this magic manual." Xi Heng said, then stood up again.

With a swift movement of his longsword, he pierced the cultist's head, relieving him of his suffering.

Xi Heng casually wiped his sword on the corpse's clothes and sheathed it.

With a stomp of the toes, the figure soared high into the air and landed on the eaves of a building.

Xi Heng looked out over the street and saw the two knife-wielding cultists she had let go were still fleeing with all their might, as if they were afraid that she might change her mind and chase after them again.

She began to think:

“In the coming days, the Jingming Sect followers in Jinshi City will likely come to hunt me down.”

"According to my senior sister, my strength is already quite high among those at the Dark Force level. With the addition of magic, I should be able to easily kill any martial artist at the Dark Force level."

"But if we encounter someone at the Transformation Realm, we should save the game immediately..." Xi Heng pondered.

"However, there shouldn't be any Transformation Realm experts in this cult. Even if there were, they shouldn't be in Jinshi City, but should be by the side of that Crimson Goddess... The priests here are only at the Great Perfection of Ming Jin, plus a small spell."

"The only ones we need to be careful of are the Transformation Realm martial artists in the army of Jinshi City... It is said that Fang Tiande has the strength to rival even the Dragon and Elephant Realms, so he may be a Transformation Realm martial artist. As for the others, I haven't heard much about them."

"And now we don't know if Fang Tiande is in the city. Even if he is, he should be stationed on the city wall and wouldn't be involved in the mess of this evil sect, Jingming Sect."

"If Huangmei Mountain also sends a martial artist with the Transformation Realm as reinforcements to garrison Jinshi, they probably won't care about this small religion in the city. After all, the Great Zhao Ever Victorious Army has already set up camp outside, why would they care about these trivial matters in the city..."

"But we still need to be careful, there might be a busybody expert."

Xi Heng nodded slightly:

"Save the game immediately if you encounter a martial artist who has reached the Transformation Realm."

She only has one save file, and she always feels that it could be used at a more important time, so saving it directly would be a waste.

Therefore, delay as much as possible.

"As for now, let's find a place to meditate and rest... By the way, will the restaurants still be open when we're besieged?" Xi Heng tilted his head.

Let's go check out the shopping street first...

Before long, Xi Heng arrived at the restaurant where he had stayed two months ago. However, the lanterns outside were no longer lit, and the interior was completely dark with the doors tightly shut.

"It's shut down as expected."

But simply locking the door couldn't stop her. Xi Heng used her light-footed skills to step onto the beams and pillars, climbed onto the balcony railing, and flipped herself into the room.

She had stayed here for three days and was already familiar with the layout. She walked to the dressing table as if she were in her own home, pulled out a flint and steel from the cabinet, and lit a candle.

As the red candles were lit, Xi Heng quietly admired his own face in front of the mirror.

Today she remained in her most natural state, because she was there to do evil things, so she did not deliberately disguise herself to conceal her identity as a blood demon.

Xi Heng blew out the candle with a shout, went to the soft bed, took off his brocade shoes, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to meditate quietly.

As time goes by, the moonlight sometimes shines brighter and sometimes dimmer, and the celestial phenomena are ever-changing.

Less than half an hour later, a lot of noise came from outside again.

……

At midnight, a group of Jingming religious followers, carrying torches and dressed in coarse white robes, gathered in the square of Jinshi City.

The crowd, along with the firelight, surrounded two gruesome corpses on the ground. A cultist knelt down, trembling, and cried out that this was the work of the demons of the Dark Heaven.

"The demon is in Jinshi City! Search every house and find her!" a tall, burly, bald man with bone beads hanging from his neck said menacingly.

"The demons must be bound to pillars of fire and burned to death to avenge the High Priest!"

The knife-wielding cultist, who had witnessed the demon firsthand, still tried to dissuade them, saying in a panic:

"Those are demons! We're just mortals, how can we capture the demons of the Dark Heaven?"

In his eyes, all the followers should flee the city, and the demons should be dealt with by the Crimson Goddess.

"Say another word and I'll tear your mouth apart!" The big man sneered, then waved his hand and sent his men in small teams of five or six to run in different directions.

"Say it again, what did that demon look like?!"

The cultist with the knife swallowed hard and glanced back at the shadows of the street.

If he had known, he wouldn't have come back to report the news. Instead, like the other swordsman, he would have immediately gone home to pack his bags and call his wife, children, and elderly relatives to return to the city.

Now that he has returned to the Pure Fire Altar and spoken of the demons, he has only brought even greater disaster and trouble.

He was powerless and could only obey and reply: "The demon was dressed in a sinister red robe, with a sword at his waist. The hem of his robe seemed to glow with dark fire. His swordsmanship was sharp and unpredictable, and his eyes were bloodshot. He was absolutely terrifying—"

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. If he hadn't followed his companions in kowtowing and converting to Christianity, he would surely have become that mangled, unrecognizable piece of flesh on the ground, covered in broken bones.

"Any woman dressed in red with a sword and with red eyes! Capture her! No, the demons of the Great Dark Heaven are asexual, so capture the men too!" the bald, burly man shouted immediately.

"Yes!" The followers holding weapons responded and dispersed in groups to search every street and alley.

As soon as there is any light inside the house, or if there is any noise in the house at night, these believers will immediately take advantage of their numbers, kick open the door, and rush into the house with torches to search.

Amidst the commotion, chaos erupted throughout the city late at night.

Members of the Jingming Sect broke into a house, shouting that the demons were out, and either argued or fought with the people inside... In the midst of the chaos, a bloody conflict soon broke out.

With torches waving, before even the time it takes for an incense stick to burn could be extinguished, many houses in the city had already been set ablaze.

If any ordinary people who do not believe in the religion dare to resist, they will immediately be accused by the believers of having ties with demons, arrested, and interrogated repeatedly.

Many believers took the opportunity to settle personal scores or break into houses to rob gold and silver treasures. It is unclear whether they were looking for demons or acting as robbers.

The constant noises coming from the city caused Xi Heng, who was meditating on his bed in a room on the third floor of the restaurant, to slowly open his eyes.

A faint red light flickered from the depths of her eyes. The girl relaxed her cross-legged posture, lowered her legs to the edge of the bed, put on her brocade shoes, and picked up the blood-stained longsword placed on the bedside table.

This sword was forged by the most renowned craftsman in Jiangning City at a cost of several dozen taels of silver. Although it is not sharp enough to cut through iron like mud, it can at least cut a hair with a breath.

She hung the sword sheath back on her waist, stretched her body casually, and then pushed open the small door to return to the balcony.

Looking down at the hundreds of swaying torches moving about in the city below, Xi Heng's gaze was gentle.

"This time we've come to the right place."

She just wanted to kill someone, and suddenly so many people were rushing to be killed by her... This Jingming Sect is really something else.

The bright moonlight shone down, illuminating her red dress.

Xi Heng pressed his hands down and jumped over the fence.

The turbulent wind from the falling object whipped at my clothes, and my toes touched the ground silently in the dim light.

His right hand rested on the hilt of the sword, and he slowly pulled it out.

The sword blade scrapes against its sheath, and a soft murmur is sung.

She looked up and gazed into the distance, where a burning torch was swaying and approaching.

Xi Heng turned and moved, his toes lightly stepping forward, silently.

The moonlight was once again obscured by dark clouds, and the night grew even darker.

Her figure was hidden in the darkness, with only the faint red light in her eyes and on her sword shimmering gently, like a wandering ghost in the night.

Gradually, the distance closed to 100 meters, but the enemy still did not notice her approach.

A sudden chill touched the girl's face, and as she gently looked up, a few fine raindrops touched her face.

"Is it going to rain... perfect for covering up the sound."

Xi Heng leaned forward, his pace gradually quickening.

A few breaths later, the light from the torch illuminated her figure.

Before the five Jingming Sect followers could react, a red figure suddenly appeared in the distance.

The next moment, the longsword, gleaming coldly, pierced straight into the heart of the cultist holding the torch.

Xi Heng kicked the person he had stabbed off his sword, then pulled it out and continued to slash at another cultist who was still in shock.

The longsword sliced ​​across his neck, leaving a gruesome bloodstain, from which fresh blood suddenly gushed out.

"Demon! Demon—" The other three believers trembled, not knowing what to do for a moment.

But Xi Heng wouldn't be stunned. Before the other party could finish speaking, she had already thrust her longsword at the enemy's neck.

The red line flashed, and a horrified head, its face contorted in horror, was sprayed with blood and fell to the ground.

"The demon is here! Help, help, help!"

The obese cultist next to him dropped his broadsword and tried to escape while crying and urinating in panic.

Xi Heng stepped forward, his sword piercing the opponent's abdomen. He twisted his wrist sharply, and after a muffled cry of pain, the cult member immediately stopped moving due to the intense pain and collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony.

After drawing his longsword and piercing the heart, giving his opponent a quick death, Xi Heng looked at the last person.

The man had already knelt on the ground, his large knife long since dropped, and was clasping his hands together, shaking them and pleading:

"Dark Heaven's Demon Lord! I don't want to die, spare my life!"

"Why are there more surrenderers? I never said that surrendering would save you from death, did I?" Xi Heng clicked his tongue, no longer wanting to pay attention, and moved closer to take their lives.

However, after thinking about it for a moment, the longsword he had raised froze in mid-air.

Xi Heng casually asked, "What's your name?"

"I am Wang Qun..." The thin man, dressed in coarse linen clothes and with messy hair, knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

“You must never trust that Pure Fire Venerable again. You must devote yourself wholeheartedly to the Great Dark Heaven and work for me.” Xi Heng said simply, “If you dare to disobey, I will cut off your head.”

"Long live the Great Dark Heaven! Long live the ancestor of demons!" The man kowtowed repeatedly, his head slamming into the ground like a drumstick.

"Alright, pick up the knife on the ground and come with me to kill someone."

"Kill, kill someone?!" The other person's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

"Don't you dare?"

The man hurriedly picked up the broadsword, and even though he dared not, he forced himself to nod and say he dared.

“Fine, you won’t live long even if you go on stage.” Xi Heng shook his head: “You just follow behind me now and shout that you will be spared if you surrender. When you become part of an organization, spread the faith for me and gather an army to attack the Crimson Goddess and the Pure Fire Sect.”