Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

A sword wielded in the cold wind, carrying snowflakes. The girl wore dark red armor embroidered with gold trim, her white hair flowing freely, vaguely revealing the twisted magical runes on her neck and forehead.

Her eyes were slightly reddish, and a series of unusual features made her look unlike an ordinary person.

……

Another day later, at dawn.

The weather was overcast and accompanied by a light fog.

The closer he got to the enemy forces, the calmer Xi Heng's mind became, anticipating the fierce battle that was about to unfold.

Like a fish about to enter the sea, my thoughts gradually become clear and quick.

The girl gently inhaled the cold wind in the air and exhaled a warm breath that was visible to the naked eye, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

The snow from yesterday has subsided, and although some snowflakes still occasionally drift in the air, they are merely blown up by the strong winds of the grassland.

As the scout cavalry returned one by one, the enemy's forward position was also identified.

The reply received was that the enemy army stretched as far as the eye could see, perhaps numbering around 100,000.

Before them lay a plain where cavalry could perform at their best.

Moreover, in the midst of the harsh winter, Yan Mengzhongjun, who has long been accustomed to the cold, can have an even greater advantage.

One hundred thousand Yan Meng's army faced off against fifty-three thousand Northern Frontier Ever Victorious Army soldiers who were somewhat exhausted after a long journey... Judging by combat strength alone, the enemy was clearly superior.

Furthermore, there are other powerful tribes behind them that can send their armies at any time.

The Yanmeng people are inherently a warlike people, with most of them being warriors. They do not rely on agriculture to support their families; instead, they depend solely on the traditions passed down from their ancestors—plundering from all directions and taking whatever they lack.

It wasn't until the last thirty years that they began to emulate the cities and towns they had occupied in promoting agriculture.

However, in the Yanmeng people's view, farming was something the weak did, and they would only drive captured slaves to produce for them. The slaves were called sheep people.

They consider themselves a warrior race, with the wolf as their totem, and many of their members are skilled warriors.

If there are indeed two million Yanmeng people here, it is not impossible to gather hundreds of thousands of warriors later.

Generally speaking, to severely damage the vitality of the Yanmeng Kingdom, one should first support a powerful clan regime that opposes the current Yan royal family, and provide military support by selling weapons and armor, so as to plunge the entire Yanmeng Kingdom into endless civil war, making it unable to develop, weakening the people and causing the country to collapse.

However, this approach requires constant weighing and consideration of the relationship with development, which is a waste of time.

As always, Xi Heng chose the simplest and most direct approach.

Gradually, many blurry figures appeared in the distant fog.

Upon receiving the order, the Zhao army halted, and their ranks subsequently dispersed.

The messenger then gathered the flags at the rear and shouted orders. As the triangular flags waved, tens of thousands of soldiers gradually lined up in the previously agreed order.

Fifteen minutes later, she raised her right hand and waved it lightly forward.

Immediately, the steady sound of war drums came from behind, and the army slowly advanced.

After a hundred paces, the formation was reorganized for a moment before the next command was given to advance.

This happened three times, and the enemy forces came into view of the Zhao army.

Almost all that could be seen were cavalry.

The last two thousand Ironclad Heavy Cavalry of Yanmeng Kingdom are now arranged in the front center, forming a cone shape at the very front of the entire Yanmeng army formation, resembling the beak of an eagle.

Behind them stretched an endless line of light cavalry, or ordinary militiamen dressed only in cloth or cotton clothes, wielding swords and scimitars, seemingly untrained in military affairs.

Even though it's clear that most of the soldiers are not highly trained, their overwhelming numbers alone are enough to rival the Zhao army.

As the two armies faced off, Xi Heng was about to recount the enemy's crimes as grounds for attack when he first saw a carriage break away from the main force and slowly approach.

The carriage was crudely made, consisting of wooden planks stacked together and inlaid with leather and other materials.

The wooden wheel rolled with a slight undulation.

The carriage stopped fifty meters away from the army formation, and a group of figures, completely different from Yan Meng's iron cavalry, descended from it—they looked more like witch doctors and sorcerers than military generals.

The figure wore a gray or blue robe, with bare, rough, and hard feet. A series of tiny, unidentifiable bone fragments hung from the front of the robe around the neck, and a thick whip dangling in front of the figure was also decorated with bones.

Among them are human, animal, and bird bones, and you can vaguely see that some of them are made from human bones, with bone beads that look like pearls.

It looks particularly eerie.

In particular, there was an old woman in the center of them, hunchbacked and holding a bone cane, whose whole body looked eerie, like a ghost or monster.

They walked side by side to a point twenty meters in front of Xi Heng, and stopped together to look at him.

Beneath the tattered blue robe, a pair of deep black eyes fixed upon him.

The girl frowned slightly, sensing a strange, malevolent aura emanating from her.

"Southern Prince, although you claim to lead an army of 100,000, in reality, it's only a majority," the old woman read in a hoarse voice.

"This place is where our Yan Kingdom holds sacrifices to Heaven and our ancestors, and it gathers warriors from all over the territory. There are hundreds of thousands of able-bodied men here, all of whom are brave and fierce. If you lead this army to launch a strong attack, you will only suffer a great defeat."

"But our nation's sacred grounds must not be stained with blood. We do not wish to wage war against the Southern Kingdom here, nor do we wish for war to reignite on our borders..." the other party said, bowing deeply.

"Now that Yan Qingshi, the man who led the invasion of the south, is dead, his sins and grudges should be put to rest. I am the Grand Master of Yan Kingdom, and my position is like that of the Grand Preceptor of the Southern Kingdom. I have come to the front to plead for peace talks between our two countries."

"Peace talks?"

The other party continued, "I know my sins are unforgivable, but Yan State is willing to do its utmost to restore good relations with Zhao State. In return, Yan State will offer ten thousand cattle and sheep, ten thousand strong horses, ten thousand bolts of wool, cheese, dried meat, and other gifts... in exchange for winning back the hearts of the Southern State." The other party clasped his rough hands together and bowed in prayer.

The conditions offered by the other party seem quite good.

Xi Heng only led his troops here a month ago, and easily gained this harvest without losing a single soldier.

Taking the goods and returning the same way still resulted in a considerable profit.

After all, the purpose of most wars is to plunder resources and benefits, and now it is a good choice to let the other side voluntarily hand over a large amount of resources and treasures.

But if this enormous capital city is taken down directly, we will surely obtain even greater resources and treasures.

Xi Heng came here not just for these reasons.

"The Great Zhao will not negotiate with the barbarians." She said directly, "Since your country is confident that it can defeat our army, then just lead your troops to charge directly."

"..." The old woman was silent for a moment, then said, "I will also add three ounces of dragon heart flesh and a piece of dragon bone."

"Hehe." Xi Heng's laughter was light, it was hard to tell whether it was a sneer or a mockery, and then he asked:

"Does it have the heart of a dragon?"

The other party shook his head: "The dragon heart and dragon liver were devoured by demons and demons decades ago. Now, the only useful thing left is five ounces of dragon heart flesh."

The girl became slightly interested: "After that person ate the dragon's heart and liver, did he really transform into a dragon?"

"Yes," said the chief priest.

"But what it transformed into was not a flying dragon in the sky, but an earth dragon that could only lie prostrate on the ground like a crocodile. After swallowing the heart and liver of a real dragon, it was so hungry that it devoured hundreds of living creatures and died from overeating."

Xi Heng clicked his tongue.

She had initially had some expectations for this method of transforming into a dragon, but now it seemed that it wouldn't be very useful.

"To use this to enhance combat power, perhaps we should first conduct some serious experiments..." After pondering for a moment, she calmly replied from the horse:

"If you don't have it, so be it. Even if you do, I will still attack and destroy this place."

“Wealth, resources, and food can be used to offset the suffering, but my Great Zhao has been invaded by Yan Meng from the south. Among them, millions have been displaced by the war, and hundreds of thousands have been wounded or died... Their grievances cannot be offset—I have come here to avenge the suffering people.”

"..."

The old woman, draped in a tattered cloak, remained silent for a moment before taking a step back.

"as you wish."

After she finished speaking, she walked barefoot back to her own vast army formation.

A few minutes later, as this person let out a long sigh, horns immediately sounded from Yan Meng's army.

"Woo——"

Numerous muffled horn sounds overlapped, making it impossible to distinguish exactly how many sound sources were resonating together.

All that could be seen was that the enemy's heavy cavalry at the forefront had already spurred their horses forward, charging straight toward the Zhao army headquarters as the sharpest spearhead.

Along with the countless light cavalry behind them, it was like a surging ocean wave coming.

The incessant sound of horses' hooves overlapped at the same time, like rumbling thunder on a cloudy summer day, continuous and unending.

"Blood is the ocean, I am the fire, sweeping the world and washing away all things as my essence."

Xi Heng, however, remained calm and began chanting a spell.

The surrounding Zhao generals immediately began ordering their soldiers to raise their shields and spears, preparing to meet the enemy cavalry charge. The messengers waved flags and shouted slogans, and the army formation was quickly arranged.

"Love defiles the body, life stains the soul!"

The fourth time he used the Blood Sea Technique, his speed in both pinching his fingers and chanting the incantation was obviously much faster.

The incantation was no longer just a vague murmur, but a loud call.

It was as if it were commanding the heavens and earth, asking them to give something.

And heaven and earth, clearly, responded to her call.

Countless fluorescent red dots appeared out of thin air, their light covering the entire sky.

Everyone trembled, an indescribable sense of terror permeating the entire battlefield.

It was as if, at any moment, demons and monsters from hell would come and take everyone's lives.

After the incantation was recited, the blood patterns dissipated.

The fluorescence intensified, and as a full hundred spirit stones suddenly appeared in Xi Heng's hand, they emitted an even more intense light.

The red light gradually intensified to the point of almost solidifying, enveloping the figures of the large number of enemy heavy cavalry that were about to attack, and then spreading to a distance of a thousand meters.

Immediately afterwards, the sky suddenly darkened.

Thick, crimson blood precipitated from the red light.

Xi Heng clasped his hands together, producing a crisp sound, and a strange, muffled vibration erupted simultaneously with the roar of water.

The black and red blobs were burst forth by the red light, instantly obscuring the view.

The Kuroshio Current, thousands of meters wide, forms a tsunami, creating a colossal wave that sweeps across the world.

…………

(The following is a short side story)

At the same moment, in the east of the Great Zhao, in the land of Hailu.

Hong Miao was gently practicing her swordplay in a small courtyard of a local household.

With gentle movements, the blade in her hand rippled and swirled, like a dragon playing in water, and she moved with the sword in the air like a phoenix. Her posture was steady, and the sword's movements were gentle and flowing, gradually suppressing the fierce power of the Bloodline Sword that it once possessed.

Although some hidden sharpness can still be vaguely seen in the movements, it will turn into a killing sword once it is suddenly unleashed.

But judging from the footwork and the way the body moves, at least on the surface, the sword techniques have changed almost entirely.

Beside the courtyard, a young-looking woman with graying hair was gazing indifferently. Seeing Hongmiao's progress, she nodded slightly.

"At least the surface appearance is satisfactory," she said. "As for the substance, it can't be changed in just a few months. This Hunyuan Gongfa can be practiced slowly."

Hong Miao stopped her sword movements, slowly exhaled, and asked, "Senior, I only wish to achieve the Transformation Realm as soon as possible. Is there a shortcut?"

"Enlightenment." The other party only said, "Our Bloodline Sword Sect has a relatively shallow understanding of internal energy cultivation, while the Hunyuan Gong is a martial art that focuses extremely on internal energy cultivation. If you don't want to cultivate internal energy slowly, you can only rely on enlightenment."

"Comprehension?" Hong Miao knew that her learning speed in swordsmanship was acceptable, but her comprehension was probably average.

This is especially true for internal martial arts techniques that the speaker has never been familiar with.

A woman with gradually changing black and white hair, and a slightly more mature appearance, approached: "Put down your sword and practice the Wuji stance."

Hong Miao obeys the command.

"Focus your mind on your palms, dantian, and feet, and lift them up and down as if supporting a mountain. Feel the flow of internal energy. One rise and one fall is one cycle, for a total of eighty-one cycles."

"The Hunyuan Jin can be both hard and soft. If the martial arts you have learned before are fierce and powerful, then even the soft techniques can be used."

"When it first begins, it should be faint and ethereal, like soft, drifting clouds..."

The senior of the Bloodline Sword Sect gave a long explanation, and Hong Miao circulated her internal energy eighty-one times, but after finishing, she was still in a daze and had not gained any understanding.

Finally, she shook her head and sighed softly, "If Xi Heng were here, he would probably achieve something in no time."

Upon hearing this name, the senior colleague beside him gave a silent, faint smile.