Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

"Kill them—cowards! Kill them!"

"I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!"

Within moments, no one dared to approach Chao Xiheng and swing his knife again.

She gradually recovered from the strange state of perfect tranquility she had just experienced.

The surrounding scene was chaotic, with countless bodies and bloodstains lying limp on the ground, including many cult members who were still alive. The air was thick with the stench of blood.

Xi Heng looked down slightly and saw that her sword was covered in blood, and there was hardly an inch of her outer clothing that was dry. Even her neck and face were stained with warm red.

"How many people did I kill?" Xi Heng noticed that there were also drops of blood on his eyelashes.

A casual glance at the ground revealed over a hundred corpses...

These ordinary followers were easier to kill than the rebel soldiers of Tianliang. A single sword strike aimed at a densely packed area could kill dozens of them.

When facing soldiers in armor, the sword energy can only penetrate one or two, but it is much easier to deal with flesh, internal organs, and spine.

The overflowing blood flowed across the ground, forming pools of blood of varying sizes. These pools then merged and coalesced into large patches of blood.

The dark red carpet spread across the ground, and with the light of the torches that had fallen to the ground or landed on the corpses, it reflected Xi Heng's demonic figure.

The mirror-like effect of the blood is even better than that of ordinary rainwater.

Fine rain also fell on the blood-soaked ground, creating countless faint ripples that blurred the reflected demonic figures.

The surrounding cultists started arguing amongst themselves, leaving Xi Heng alone to face the thousands of enemies surrounding him, and for a moment he found himself with nothing to do.

She exhaled, and her breath instantly dissipated into white mist.

The sword in her hand, stained with the blood of many, was raised in front of her, reflecting her delicate, blood-stained features and face.

A pair of crimson pupils, seemingly glowing slightly.

Xi Heng pointed his sword forward with an unremarkable blade, his gaze drifting into the distance, landing on the nearest crowded and chaotic group of enemies.

With a steady twist of his wrist, the blood-stained blade drew a circle, splattering blood onto the sword, while simultaneously sheathing the sword to the left.

Then she stretched out her arm and swept the sword horizontally.

Her move didn't deliberately emulate any of the techniques in the Bloodline Swordplay; she simply swung her sword instinctively, circulating her internal energy and blood.

Qi and blood flow through the meridians to the sword, erupting in an instant.

The crimson sword energy burst forth with light, and a sweeping sword energy flew towards the crowded enemies like a shockwave.

The next moment, the surrounding noise suddenly stopped.

Because heads are being tossed high into the air one after another.

The cult members varied in height and size. Xi Heng aimed his sword at the necks of the enemy group and swept across them, severing some heads intact, others missing half, and still others with their shoulders and collarbones severed. Some thin or hunchbacked individuals even had only their hair cut off.

The round heads traced a complete parabola in the air before raining down upon the ground.

It fell whole to the ground in a pool of blood, the pattering sounds like tomatoes being thrown up by the audience after a stage performance.

The head fell first, followed by a series of headless corpses that slumped to the side, blood gushing from their necks, adding a few millimeters to the thickness of the pool of blood on the ground.

This sword strike immediately silenced the clamor and noise from the surrounding crowd.

The cultists on the periphery also stopped in unison, looking up in astonishment at the terrifying sight high in the sky.

Hundreds of heads fell to the ground like raindrops, instantly dampening their initial fervor and fervor.

Immediately, as if they had reached some kind of agreement, they all stepped back a few steps, making room for Xi Heng.

The sound of blood surging was like water bubbling and boiling, coming from all directions.

Hundreds of heads fell, and the chaos eventually gave way to silence.

Under the astonished gazes of countless people, Xi Heng, still standing in the very center of the square, slowly exhaled.

She unleashed this sword strike spontaneously, guided by a sudden inspiration, using a large amount of internal energy and blood, and she herself was unaware of the effect it would achieve.

"This move is several times more powerful than ordinary sword energy, and it also has the potential to expand... The Bloodline Sword Technique seems to have described this situation before. Those who can wield an extraordinary sword are those who have mastered the hidden strength."

Xi Heng briefly recalled and confirmed, "My internal strength has reached a high level... That was fast."

She's actually been away from truly achieving internal strength for less than a year.

"Is it because you've killed enough people, honing your sword intent to perfection, or is it mainly because you used the Deadly Strike before, which filled your blood and qi...?"

"never mind."

For ordinary internal energy practitioners to achieve mastery of internal energy, it would take at least ten or twenty years.

In just one year, she went from the initial stage of Dark Force to the mastery of Dark Force.

If this matter were known to all martial artists in the world, she would probably be qualified to give a lecture to the martial arts community.

Under the terrified gaze of the approaching cultists, Xi Heng casually twirled the longsword in his hand, pointing the blade in another direction.

Blood splattered, and at the same time, immense fear rose in the hearts of the believers who were being pointed at by swords in the distance.

His legs gave way and he knelt on the ground, crying out in terror, "Don't kill me! Demon Lord! Please don't kill me!"

Xi Heng's attention was drawn to the sound, and his wandering thoughts returned to reality.

At some point, someone began to kowtow to her.

His forehead slammed into the ground, creating a pool of blood that rippled outwards.

"Coward, coward!" Another burly man kicked the kneeling man, knocking him to the ground and stopping the despicable act.

Xi Heng's pupils shifted slightly, his body bent down a little, his toes touched the pool of blood, and his body instantly transformed into a bloody shadow as he rushed towards the burly man.

His figure spun in mid-air, and his longsword pierced through the air.

At the tip of the sword, a red line bursts forth in mid-air.

After using his move, Xi Heng planted his feet firmly on the ground to stabilize himself. His blood-stained hair lurched forward due to inertia, but his body remained still.

Two meters away from her, a straight and even line of blood gradually appeared on the burly man's body, from his groin to the top of his head.

The red line became increasingly conspicuous, and at the same time, the other person's body split in two, blooming outwards from the severed point like flower petals, one leaning to the left, the other to the right.

She silently sheathed her longsword, while the group of cultists in front of her knelt down one by one, mimicking the actions of the man from before.

The closer they are, the faster they kneel down.

They cried out "Demon Lord!" and begged for mercy, kowtowing repeatedly.

Xi Heng found it amusing and was about to say something when a somewhat familiar shout came from behind.

"The demon lord of the Dark Heaven says! Surrender and you will not be killed! Kneel and you will not be killed—"

The still hesitant cult members paused for a moment.

Suddenly, another shout came from the crowd:

"We are all descendants of the Dark Demon Lord, and worshipping the Demon Ancestor is a way of tracing our roots! We have kowtowed to our ancestors in ancestral halls and temples, and now we kowtow to the Demon Lord, the ancestor of our ancestors! Isn't this the proper thing to do?"

The cult members, with their simple and honest minds, couldn't quite grasp the situation, and within moments they found the person to be right.

They harbored both fear of the Great Dark Sky Demon and reverence for their ancestors.

Combining the two, they came to believe that bowing down to demons was no longer a shameful thing.

Seeing their companions kneeling and refusing to get up, more and more cult members, driven by herd mentality, knelt down first, even though their minds were still foggy and confused.

Knees struck the pools of blood one after another, and the corpses on the ground gradually grew cold in the night wind.

Xi Heng looked at the group of people kneeling and bowing before him and shook his head.

"Foolishness."

They wanted to continue killing, but the group surrendered first.

She glanced back at the source of the sound and saw that the person shouting was the first swordsman to surrender to her earlier that night. No wonder the voice sounded familiar.

Gradually, there were very few people standing in the entire Jinshi City square.

Xi Heng also felt that keeping these people's heads might be of some use, so he sheathed his sword and said casually:

"You should not believe in the Pure Fire Bright Lord or the Crimson Heaven Goddess in the future, but should believe in me instead."

Perhaps because she had used her voice a lot during the battle, her voice was now a little hoarse and couldn't carry very far.

Xi Heng then casually pointed to one of the believers in front of him and asked him to repeat what he had said.

"The Demon Lord said: From now on, you must not trust that Pure Fire Venerable! You must not trust..."

After the man finished speaking, the surrounding believers were stunned and agreed.

“Since you have agreed, your souls are now in the hands of the Great Dark Heaven. If you dare to break your oath, you will suffer tens of thousands of years of torment in the deepest hell after death.”

Xi Heng then briefly described the eighteen levels of hellish punishments he remembered, using them to frighten people:

"The deepest hell has nine kinds of severe tortures, including tongue-pulling, finger-cutting, steaming cage, pillar of fire, mountain of knives, boiling oil cauldron, rolling stones, sawing, and millstone..."

The believers who were repeating the same words were trembling all over as they spoke.

Those kneeling on the ground were filled with fear and trepidation. They had no choice but to believe in the existence of hell, for the demons of the Great Dark Heaven were right before their eyes, the Great Dark Heaven must exist, and hell must also exist.

"But if you perform well in my Dark Heavenly Cult, fight for me, discover worldly secrets, or spread the faith, you will be granted wondrous magic in life and go to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss after death to enjoy all blessings."

Upon hearing this, the bitter expressions on the faces of the many cult members below finally eased somewhat.

Xi Heng continued:

“You Jingming Sect often say that the Great Dark Heaven is an evil god, but this is not true at all. Darkness is the source of all things and the ancestor of all sects. All things in the world come from darkness and will return to darkness. The Great Dark Heaven is the mother who embraces all things. She embraces good and evil, righteousness and wickedness, life and death, and even light and flame.”

"Otherwise, why is the Great Dark Genius your ancestor? Why weren't you born of the Pure Fire Venerable?" The more she spoke, the more interesting she found it, her mind racing as she continued her rambling.

"The Great Darkness God gave you flesh, wisdom and folly, the ability to distinguish right from wrong, good from evil, love and hate, peace and madness... She embraces all your thoughts and actions, for this is your nature. The Great Darkness God is the Mother of Life."

"But the Pure Fire Bright Venerable teaches you to suppress your own nature, commanding you not to be arrogant, not to be jealous, not to be angry, not to be resentful, not to be lazy, and not to be greedy. He wants you to extinguish your human nature and desires, and become mindless puppets, working oxen and horses."

"A person without their true nature is no longer a person. I have descended to the mortal realm today to teach you to be human, not to be beasts of burden." Xi Heng began his preaching.

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Chapter Sixty-Eight, One Sword Protects the Nation

"And I have descended to the mortal realm today to allow you to be human beings, not beasts of burden..."

Xi Heng casually fabricated the doctrines and scriptures of the Great Dark Heaven. Feeling he had covered most of it, he looked at the still bewildered gazes of the kneeling believers and simply said:

"From now on, you will continue to work in your positions within the church as usual, but remove the three characters 'Pure Bright Sect' and replace them with 'Dark Heaven Sect'."

The kneeling crowd below echoed their agreement, but their expressions were quite blank, not at all like they were speaking voluntarily.

"Furthermore, those in the sect who are literate should compile a doctrine based on what I have just said for the purpose of proselytizing."

"I will return to the altar to inspect you. If you mortals dare to disobey the Great Dark Heaven or desert, hell awaits you after death."

Every time she spoke, a chorus of voices echoed in agreement, though it was unclear whether they were genuine or feigning.

Afterwards, Xi Heng promoted the first few who surrendered within the sect, then waved to the hundreds of kneeling people and said:

"Now that the metal and stone are about to break, you may all go back, except for the one named Wang Qiong who stays."

The voice faded, but the cultists surrounding them remained kneeling, too stunned to move.

Only after Xi Heng said "Get lost" did they hurriedly stand up and retreat.

A thin man with disheveled hair approached humbly. Xi Heng asked him a few simple questions, such as how the Jingming Sect operated, how they worshipped and prayed daily, and where the altar was located. Then she asked him to leave as well.

Gradually, there were no longer any living figures around her, only hundreds of corpses still bleeding, continuing to stain the ground crimson.

Xi Heng slowly exhaled.

What I just said, if properly managed in this era of widespread ignorance and the need for faith for reassurance at the end of an ancient dynasty, should be enough to create a new religion.

However, I don't know if my impromptu speaking skills will be convincing.

Believe it or not.

If you don't believe me, then just kill me.

Xi Heng didn't pay much attention to that; what she cared about more now was that her sword intent had improved by another level today, and the two strange occurrences that had suddenly appeared during the battle—

Firstly, it is a state of intense concentration where, as one is fighting, one's mind suddenly calms down, and the surrounding movements slow down, while simultaneously remaining as still as water.

Secondly, in that state, he unleashed a sword strike with an intensity far exceeding that of his usual horizontal slashes during sword practice.

That sword energy expanded across thirty or forty meters, severing hundreds of heads in a single strike.