Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

After whispering, she turned to look at the window of the large bed, which was covered by a curtain.

The reddish light of the setting sun shone through the window, but through a layer of red gauze, it appeared even dimmer.

Xi Heng felt sticky all over, so he picked up a towel and wiped himself down.

Feeling that the cleaning was incomplete, he put on a bathrobe and returned to his own bath room to ask a maid for warm water.

It took almost half an hour before I finally felt clean and refreshed.

The sun has set, and the sky is gradually darkening.

The girl increasingly felt that she had wasted too much time.

I should finish my important business first, and then play with my senior and junior sisters when I have free time.

It takes not only time, but also energy.

Even after so long, my head is still a little dizzy and my body always feels sensitive.

And, I get thirsty very easily...

It's not a good time to get things done in this state.

Xi Heng rubbed his temples, changed into light clothes at Hua Man Lou, and then used his light-foot technique to travel to the inner city.

It was only just after nightfall, and the inner city's commercial streets still had a few people remaining.

Walking quickly through the crowd, we soon arrived at a zither shop called 'Qinyunxuan'.

This place sells all kinds of exquisite and gorgeous musical instruments, with intricate carvings on their surfaces, and many are decorated with gold, silver, jade and other precious stones.

It looks very expensive.

The shop owner was a woman, wearing a long white finger ornament, gently stroking a twenty-one-string zither on the counter.

The soundboard is composed of three colors: pine white, sandalwood purple, and pear red. When the fingertips lightly pluck it, a melodious zither sound floats out.

Xi Heng walked in and casually looked around at the various musical instruments on display.

Subconsciously, I recalled a time when I browsed a musical instrument store in the modern era.

The female innkeeper softly played a short, melodious tune, then turned her gaze: "Our guests have finally arrived."

“I’ll pay the bill,” Xi Heng said.

"Please come in, they are all waiting upstairs." The other person gestured slightly.

Upon ascending to the upper floor, one will find a more spacious living room.

Among them, several women were sitting upright on cushions at the table, with many plates of freshly served, still steaming hot food in front of them.

The Blood Killers did not wear masks, revealing their true faces.

Their appearances were either aloof or gentle, with half-closed eyes. The petite one among them was staring at the food on the table with a glint in her eyes, her fingers resting on her chopsticks as if she was itching to dig in.

While the other three Blood Children had already noticed Xi Heng, only the little girl, who was already deeply engrossed in the delicious food before her, was the slowest to react.

She wondered why none of the women around her were eating, and when she shook her head, she noticed another figure standing in front of the hall door.

Then, as if he had heard bad news, his outward interest gradually faded.

"Hmm..." she pouted.

"We'll eat later," the cold-looking Blood Child assassin said, then stood up and approached.

The petite Xuezi sighed.

"You can eat first..." the girl suggested.

However, the person before him only replied with four words:

"Blood Wave Sword Technique".

Clearly, these Blood Child Assassins place great importance on the Blood Wave Sword Technique, which is said to be able to advance the Blood Thread Sword to the Transformation Realm.

"I can give some demonstrations and teach you step by step. By the way, is there any open space around here?"

“Follow me,” the Blood Slayer said.

……

A quarter of an hour later.

Behind Qin Yunxuan, a huge rock in the center of a small sword training ground had been cut into flat slices by Xi Heng with a few concise Blood Wave Sword Techniques.

Because each use of the Blood Wave Sword Technique required drawing blood, her left hand was covered in bloodstains, and her hair was also streaked with white due to the slight loss of her vital energy.

Furthermore, his physiological lifespan might be reduced by a few months—but Xi Heng didn't care about that at all.

The Blood Children, who were watching intently, memorized the exact movements and, under her guidance, also compiled the underlying principles into mental techniques and wrote them down in the manual with fine brush.

With each demonstration and explanation, the top of the manual was filled with dense text.

When you close it, the words "Bloodline Sword, Continued" are visible on the cover.

Xi Heng finished explaining and teaching, and reminded him:

"The Blood Wave Sword Technique damages one's foundation and lifespan with each use. It can be used as a killing move, but achieving mastery of the Transformation Realm is extremely difficult."

"Understood." Xuezi's reply was quite simple, as always.

"If the goal is only to achieve the Transformation Realm, and the Hunyuan Gong created by Donghuangmei Mountain is the foundation, then perhaps it is more likely to succeed."

"Blood Child has already mastered the Primordial Chaos Technique and has even made some attempts at it. The Blood Wave Sword in your hand can further increase the chances of success." The other party replied calmly, as concise as ever:

"The payment has been made, the transaction is complete, let's part ways here."

Then, the aloof Blood Child assassin went back to the back and pulled the gluttonous, petite Blood Child assassin away.

Xi Heng also stepped out of the empty courtyard and headed towards the palace.

Along the way, she passed by the Liang family, whom she had previously slaughtered.

At this moment, this clan's territory has been occupied by elite palace guards who are fully armored and wielding long spears.

Elite soldiers guarded the outside, while inside, the sounds of commands and hauling could be heard from time to time, clearly indicating that the Imperial Guards were busy looting and plundering.

"I hope the treasure we find is enough for me to lead my army back to support the northern frontier..." Xi Heng muttered to himself.

Killing the treacherous officials would not directly improve the situation; the resources gained would still be needed to stabilize the internal and external situation.

With the vast resources contributed by these powerful ministers and their families filling the national treasury, the Zhao Dynasty should be able to continue to recover its former strength, provided it is not disrupted by internal backlash or external enemies.

Xi Heng had to deal with external enemies, so the internal affairs were left to her younger sister, Zhao Chuxiao.

The girl leaped across the area, stepping on the eaves and crushing the tiles.

Before long, they returned to the palace and landed in the Fuqing Hall, where the emperor resided.

Concealing their presence, they could easily bypass many patrol guards who hadn't even reached the Great Perfection of Ming Jin.

But after walking only a few steps into the Fuqing Hall, a powerful figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

This man had a reddish-brown face, a beard, and wore light armor embroidered with silver dragon patterns. His aura was not particularly strong; he was probably just an ordinary cultivator at the Transformation Realm.

If they were outside, Xi Heng was confident that he could kill a martial artist of such ordinary strength within ten moves.

However, the other party is the emperor's personal bodyguard, so he must have something unique and extraordinary about him.

Perhaps this person, like Yan Mengguo's Transformation Realm expert, carries some inconspicuous special items...

"What brings the Princess to Your Majesty's court at night?"

"Let's discuss how to deal with the notorious bandits in the capital region," the girl yawned, answering rather nonchalantly.

"I will go and report."

After saying that, the other person turned and left, but returned not long after.

"Your Highness, please follow me."

Xi Heng followed.

The place the other party led her to was not the emperor's residence on the third floor of the Fuqing Palace, but the courtyard behind it.

A stream flows through the area, and several oddly shaped blue stones are placed around it. A welcoming pine tree comes into view, its needles withered and yellowed as it is late autumn.

A long path paved with cobblestones lay beneath their feet. In front of them, Zhao Chuxiao, dressed in an ochre-yellow round-necked robe, led an old eunuch with wispy white hair as they walked slowly.

Xi Heng could hear their voices from afar.

"Your Majesty, Li Shimei has compiled and perfected the amount he has embezzled in recent years, and a rough estimate is that it is as much as one million taels."

"Does Mr. Gao think it's true or false?"

"It should be true. This person is fond of theatrical entertainment and has created several popular folk dramas. Every time a brothel wants to perform them, it has to take a certain amount of gold and silver. He must not be short of money."

"Even so, they still greedily acquire millions... Tell me, why do they always seek out enough silver to last several lifetimes, yet they still don't stop?"

"Perhaps it's not that they're unwilling, but rather that they can't," the old eunuch said.

"Why not?"

They seemed to be just chatting idly, not discussing state affairs.

Xi Heng then approached the two acquaintances.

"Your Highness, Princess," the old eunuch said respectfully first.

"I want to quickly eliminate the major bandits in the capital region, so I have come here specifically to reclaim military power," Xi Heng stated frankly.

Zhao Chuxiao stared at him for a moment, then nodded gently: "Old Gao, you may step down."

The eunuch responded and stepped back, then turned and left.

Xi Heng also accompanied Chu Xiao, walking slowly with her in the courtyard: "How is the looting going?"

"Successfully," Zhao Chuxiao said.

"But their treasure is not just hidden in their homes; they need to be interrogated and searched for elsewhere, and it will take a long time to truly obtain it all."

"At least the grain won't be buried underground." Xi Heng asked, "Now the grain should be plentiful. Please issue an order tomorrow to send it to the northern frontier as soon as possible."

"I will make the arrangements." For some reason, Chu Xiao, as the emperor, did not use the word "朕" (zhen, meaning imperial) to refer to himself when facing Xi Heng.

"Speaking of the Northern Frontier, have there been any new news or intelligence reports from there recently?" Xi Heng asked again.

"Uncle Zhao Wanli has led his troops to set up barriers along the lower reaches of the Blackwater Pool to prevent the enemy from crossing our lines and advancing south," Chu Xiao replied easily as he walked.

"With such a constraint, the main battlefield may suffer repeated defeats," Xi Heng thought.

"So another letter of appeal for help came from the northern border, making this the sixth one now."

How many reinforcements do you plan to send?

"Fifty thousand men will be recruited from the capital's army and various cities in the north... or veteran soldiers and military households will be reorganized, and other people will be sent by wealthy and prominent families in various places."

Xi Heng was slightly disappointed upon hearing the number.

If 50,000 elite troops can contend with Yan Meng's army, then they are a force that cannot be ignored in the current battle situation in the northern frontier.

But... she had no hope for the Beijing army, which had only started training after the new emperor ascended the throne and was now so weak that even the bandits around the capital could hardly suppress them.

Other newly recruited military units, once on the battlefield, could only serve as human reinforcements; in actual combat, they would be utterly crushed by the enemy cavalry.

"Not enough." Xi Heng shook his head. "Is it possible to secure other reinforcements?"

"There are also several former rebel military units that have been recruited and are now under the protection of the south."

"..." Xi Heng sighed, rubbing his forehead.

It seems that the Great Zhao truly lacks a large enough army to advance north and provide support.

We should try to figure out a solution ourselves.

How can we turn the tide in this adverse situation?

While pondering this matter, Xi Heng was led back to Fuqing Palace by others.

The young girl moved about quite skillfully, paying no attention to the various magnificent and luxurious decorations around her.

She had already seen everything when she was emperor, and there was nothing new or interesting about it.

Upon returning to the emperor's residence, Chu Xiao ordered a palace maid to bring tea.

During this time, she said:

"I will promote you to the rank of Military Commander, who will lead 10,000 troops from the capital to suppress bandits in the surrounding areas."