Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

"After I go to the northern frontier, I can also try to practice this formation."

"However, I won't be leading too many troops in the early stages, so I'll focus on researching other smaller formations first..."

The book also records surprise attack formations such as the Bird Flight Formation and the Dragon Flight Formation, which suited her preferences.

……

Go through it all again and again.

On the twenty-first day of his journey, Xi Heng changed into a more refined set of clothes and returned to Jiangning City after a long and arduous journey.

In early summer, pedestrians hurry along the streets, and queues form at the city gates.

Xi Heng rarely saw such a lively scene on his journey from the remote south.

Many of the major cities in the south were disrupted by war, and few of the commercial streets or entertainment venues were open for business. The streets were mostly deserted, and when the spring breeze swept by, no one could be seen wearing their clothes. At most, a cloud of dust and dampness was stirred up.

After crossing the Xiujiang River and arriving at Jiangning City, which is close to the capital, they finally saw the prosperity and bustle that the Great Zhao should have had.

Infected by the atmosphere, Xi Heng's usual indifference and murderous intent softened somewhat during his journey.

While queuing to enter the city, I happened to run into a few believers ahead of me who were also queuing to enter the city and wearing black robes with snake patterns from the Dark Heaven Sect.

"Have religious sects expanded to this area already...?"

On her way here, she passed by several branch altars of the Dark Heaven Sect and saw refugees gathered in front of the altars receiving relief.

Those cities were areas where the government's control was not strict, so things were relatively normal.

Jiangning City, which is now close to the capital, should be under strict control by the government and the imperial court, yet members of the Dark Heavenly Sect have managed to infiltrate it.

After a casual sigh, Xi Heng, in his capacity as a chivalrous knight-errant, tossed a few taels of silver to the city gate guards and entered the city.

The city was as bustling and lively as ever. It was still noon, and wisps of smoke rose from the front and back of many shops, like threads connecting to the sky.

After walking slowly for a long time, with his hooves treading on the bricks and stones, Xi Heng navigated through the streets and alleys, big and small, and arrived at the inner city, returning to the front of his and his senior sister's home.

The light red wooden door has some faded marks on its surface, and a few unnatural cracks are visible on it.

The corners of the steps in front of the door looked like they hadn't been swept for a long time, with a rough yellow outline formed by piles of dust.

With her brocade shoes on, the young girl gently knocked on the door with her delicate, white fingers slightly bent.

Knock knock,

Today was different from usual; there was no immediate response after I knocked on the door.

Xi Heng knocked twice more, and after waiting for almost two or three minutes, someone finally opened the door. It was that petite maid with the familiar face again.

"Miss, you're back..." she said, seeing that the person had been stunned for a moment.

"I'm back, but I probably won't be staying for long." Xi Heng asked, "Is Senior Sister here?"

"The eldest young lady went out a month ago, saying she was going to improve her martial arts..." The other person opened the door and respectfully invited the second young lady in:

"When the young lady left, she dismissed half of the maids, leaving only me, Lanxiang, Xingxiang, and the old woman in the kitchen."

"Where did you go?" Xi Heng was somewhat disappointed, but not too surprised.

After all, my senior sister is a chivalrous woman in the martial arts world; she can't just stay at home waiting for me like a wife secluded in her chambers.

She was on a long voyage with no definite return date. Given her senior sister's personality, she probably wouldn't be thinking about her every night, but would just stay at home all the time... right?

Xi Heng thought about it and suddenly felt a little unsure.

If it were the elegant and graceful Senior Sister Hongmiao from the martial arts school back then, she naturally wouldn't be so restrained.

But ever since she took her revenge and was saved by Xi Heng, she has often acted like a little girl... making her somewhat confused about what her senior sister was thinking.

"The young lady left a message saying she was going to Dongfang Hailu," the maid said.

"Isn't Hailu a place occupied by Donghuangmei Mountain? Why would Senior Sister go there?" Xi Heng asked in confusion.

"This servant is unaware, but the young lady left another letter, which is currently kept in the wooden cabinet beside the bed..."

"Oh." Xi Heng then stepped past the man and entered the courtyard.

After walking past the apricot trees planted in front of the courtyard, around the pond and through the covered walkway, you arrive at the main house.

The main house was clean, and the pink flowers in a vase on the table added a touch of spring.

Finally, after walking through a small corridor, the door led to the bedroom where she and her senior sister lived.

The girl pushed open the door, and the window inside was wide open, letting in a few inches of sunlight that brightened the room.

Upon entering, one can still smell the fragrance of flowers from outside the courtyard.

More than two hundred days later, seeing the familiar patterned and colored bedding on the bed again, Xi Heng felt a sense of warmth without realizing it.

Subconsciously, I recalled all the strange things I had done with my senior sister.

But now, those marks are gone from the sheets.

Her soft fingers touched the plush bedsheets, and the silky touch reminded her of the feel of her senior sister's skin.

It's a pity my senior sister isn't here. The feel of her skin and the resulting reaction would have been far more enjoyable than this simple bed.

"I'm back. When will Senior Sister return?" Xi Heng wanted to do something with Senior Sister again.

However, she won't stay here for long.

Open the wooden cabinet beside the bed, and you will see the letter that the maid mentioned earlier.

Take it out, and you can see that the words "Liu Yu Xi Heng" are simply written in beautiful handwriting.

Take it apart and read it silently.

The paper contained Sister Hongmiao's account of how she didn't know when Xiheng would return, or even if he would be able to return at all. She had been alone in her homeland for a long time, feeling resentful and worried.

"You haven't returned for a hundred days. If I had known this would happen, I should have grabbed you back then no matter what."

"I don't want you to leave... but it's too late to say that now."

"You may be trapped at sea, or you may have crossed the vast ocean to find the place you seek for cultivating immortality, and you are currently there practicing Qi cultivation... But please don't forget me like this."

"If you attain immortality, will you come back to visit me from time to time?"

"Hey."

These delicate words are straightforward yet poignant. Compared to the letters left for Xi Heng, they seem more like the heartfelt words of a woman in her boudoir, expressing her longing for her lover in her diary.

"How could I forget my senior sister?" Xi Heng said softly after reading the previous chapter.

Even if she goes to another cultivation realm in the future, she will definitely miss Senior Sister Hongmiao from time to time.

The paper separated a portion of the space.

The handwriting below, compared to the delicate characters above, has a more robust feel with its straight lines and upright strokes.

"Missing you for so long has made me feel a bit down... I can't let this continue."

“I think you are not entirely hopeless about returning to Great Zhao. Perhaps you cannot find the immortal, or the path to immortality is fraught with difficulties. If you return to seek help in the future, with my current internal strength cultivation, I will probably be unable to assist you. You should make further progress in martial arts... You once said that I am unable to break through your method of transforming internal strength, so I will go find another one.”

"If you return and see this letter, I will have already gone far away to search for the method of transforming internal energy, and the day of my return is uncertain."

"I hope we can meet again."

Xi Heng finished reading and let out a soft breath.

She always felt that this letter contained many emotions that were hard to ignore.

The more I read, the more I felt like I couldn't face my senior sister.

"See you later, senior sister."

Judging from what this letter says, it seems that Senior Sister Hongmiao will not be returning anytime soon.

She didn't need to wait here. She could rest in this small courtyard for two or three days to relieve the fatigue of her journey...

"Let's leave."

……

Three days later, my senior sister did not return.

Xi Heng then mounted his brown horse again, packed his bags, and left the courtyard filled with memories.

Enjoying good meals, bathing, and admiring flowers in the courtyard every day helped her regain a lot of energy.

When I left the city, I felt refreshed and invigorated.

Xi Heng changed into a clean and tidy red outfit, swapped her bamboo hat for a veiled hat, and casually tied her hair up with a red ribbon, giving her a much fresher look than before.

With a gentle flick of the reins, the horse gradually increased its pace.

Because she was in a relatively good mood, she planned to kill fewer people along the way.

As soon as I see blood, I'll revert to my old indifferent self. I might as well maintain my good mood for a while longer...

Before we had even walked half a day, a light drizzle began to fall along the way.

Raindrops pattered on the brim of her veiled hat, sliding down the white veil, wetting her clothes and the back of her hands.

"Tsk." Xi Heng slapped the horse's reins hard, increasing its speed.

The drizzle was falling faster and faster, showing signs of turning into a downpour.

She had just changed into a new outfit and didn't want to get too wet.

Fortunately, there was another town not far ahead.

The horses quickened their pace and then turned into a gallop, their hooves pounding the wet ground, kicking up mud and dust that splashed backward.

A damp, cold wind blew the thin gauze against my face, and the sound of rain pattered down.

By the time she arrived at the inn in the city, half of her sleeves were already soaked.

"If you need to travel further, try not to ride a horse alone. It's better to get a carriage and a driver..."

Xi Heng was in his inn room, looking out at the endless rain and talking to himself.

Although he had a slight psychological trauma from encountering an assassin while riding in a carriage in the palace.

However, when traveling, taking a carriage is still easier than riding a horse.

Heavy rain continued for two days.

Under the misty sky, Xi Heng left the inn and, following the information he had obtained from the shopkeeper, went to this actual stable to purchase a simple carriage.

Although most of the stables and carriages in this place are only for rent, they can be obtained as long as you have enough money and enough persuasion.

Xi Heng felt that his eloquence was not particularly good, so he made up for it with force.

Just as she expected, it had a remarkable effect.

As soon as she unleashed a hint of murderous intent, the arrogant onlookers immediately trembled and adopted a respectful demeanor, enthusiastically introducing her to the only two carriages in the area, explaining their size differences and the horses they were paired with, while also offering a reasonable price.

Xi Heng found this rather strange. Why could other books on martial arts describe killing intent in such a way? At most, they only mentioned that a martial artist's killing intent could make ordinary people feel a slight chill.

Could it be that her killing intent is more intense or terrifying than that of ordinary martial artists?

Why is this so?

Xi Heng couldn't figure it out no matter what he thought about it, so he finally decided to stop thinking about it.

Finally, because she didn't have enough money, she casually tossed a jade pendant to the other party, not caring whether it was overpriced or not, and then boarded the carriage, ordering the hired driver to head east.

The official roads around Jiangning City were smooth, and carriages traveled on them relatively safely.

As Xi Heng pulled back the curtains, watching the scenery outside slowly pass by, he had the illusion that he was traveling and enjoying nature.

There were few bandits around this official road, and she traveled in the carriage all day without seeing any enemy attacks.

"It looks like it was recently swept up by troops... Chu Xiao managed to train the Beijing troops to be barely able to fight mountain bandits, which is not bad."

"However, people's livelihoods are still mired in difficulties and struggle. If this is not resolved, uprisings and rebellions will only continue to occur one after another."

"I still need to lead the troops into the capital and purge all the treacherous officials and villains." Xi Heng nodded.

……

On the way to Mingzhu City, we stopped and traveled for more than twenty days.

Along the way, Xi Heng accumulated another thousand units of spiritual energy.

The spirit stone, brimming with spiritual energy, sank into the blood-stained five fingers. Its internal veins seemed to expand and contract, and it trembled slightly with a flash of light.

"The spirit stones are already full... I'll give this one to Chen Fenghuo later."