Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Along the way, palace maids and servants walked in the road. When they saw her and the army behind her, they simply greeted her and did not realize what this elite force was doing there.

"May Your Highness enjoy boundless blessings."

For them, today is just an ordinary day.

"Ah."

Xi Heng saw the master of ceremonies who had left a deep impression on her in her previous life, so she casually responded.

The palace maids walked away quickly, while she got closer and closer to the Taixiao Hall in the very center of the palace.

Imperial guards stood on both sides of the road, but none of them came to stop her and the thousands of elite soldiers behind her.

General Zhao Wanli and Saintess Chen Fenghuo, who were standing by, were also surprised to see this scene.

They came here prepared for a major battle.

Chen Fenghuo even brought his last remaining talismans and all his spirit stones, all to help Xi Heng seize the throne.

I never imagined that everything would go so smoothly.

Now, we can see the magnificent and resplendent appearance of the Taixiao Palace.

We're only a few hundred meters away from there.

……

In front of the Taixiao Palace.

Xi Heng stepped onto the white stone steps, ascended to the upper platform, and looked up to scan the Taixiao Palace in front of him.

The walls of the main hall are painted with purple-gold dragon patterns, and the interior dome is painted with scenes of the heavenly palace. Hundreds of golden-armored guards stand guard outside the door, displaying an imposing aura—it is still the same familiar scene.

Even though she brought her troops, the guards remained unmoved.

Only an old eunuch stood blocking the way in front of the main hall.

It was the old eunuch surnamed Gao, whom Xi Heng knew best and who practiced the Heavenly Gang Boy Skill.

"May Your Highness enjoy boundless blessings." The other person bowed.

"Hello." After responding, Xi Heng turned around and selected Zhao Wanli and Chen Fenghuo to follow him, leaving over a thousand elite soldiers outside the hall to await orders.

Then, continue forward.

"General Wanli, it's you too?" The old eunuch looked melancholy upon seeing a familiar face.

"Civil officials have suppressed us military officials for too long; today's events were inevitable," Zhao Wanli said before stepping into the main hall.

"Alas..." the old eunuch sighed.

Upon entering the hall, it was initially dark, but then the view gradually became clear.

Since it was not court time, there were no other officials in the hall, making it extremely empty.

Only one woman, who resembled Xi Heng, sat on the dragon throne at the far end of the hall, dressed in a loose dragon robe.

Xi Heng tilted his head, feeling that the figure looked somewhat like himself.

However, she probably wouldn't sit so upright.

"What's been waiting for has finally arrived." Zhao Chuxiao's voice was calm as the colorful tassels of her twelve-tassel crown swayed gently, subtly obscuring her beautiful figure below.

"Sister, give me your throne." Xi Heng stretched out his hand, demanding it directly.

"This is not something to be given away; you must take it yourself," the other person said, shaking their head.

"Oh? You're not going to surrender? Then why don't you have the capital's troops and imperial guards stop me outside the city?"

"If we were to risk everything just to preserve this throne, regardless of who wins, the damage to Great Zhao would be too great... The country is already in dire need of rebuilding; we absolutely cannot afford to fall into civil war again. If war breaks out again, the people's lives will inevitably be even more miserable than before," Chu Xiao replied.

"This throne is a matter for the whole world, and it is also a matter for you and me. Therefore, it should end between you and me, and be done with it once and for all."

"Between you and me?" The girl chuckled. "You mean, you want to fight me?"

“Yes.” Zhao Chuxiao waved her hand and threw aside the red and black dragon robe, revealing a light dragon-patterned outfit underneath that resembled a martial artist’s outfit.

With his right hand down, he drew the royal sword from his waist.

The sword blade slowly rose above his head, then drew a smooth, even arc downwards, gradually pointing towards Xi Heng's location.

The cold light rippled slightly, unleashing a unique imperial aura.

"The River Luo Fish and Dragon Sword Technique, mastered with hidden strength?" Xi Heng also drew his sword: "Not bad."

But compared to her, he is far, far inferior.

……

Chapter 129, Rebirth of Heaven and Earth

Inside the Taixiao Palace.

Because the court hall was too spacious, although light could pass through the dome and walls, the center of the hall was still dim.

A few torches burned around the imperial pillar, but the light they provided was meager.

As a result, Chu Xiao's figure became slightly blurry, and when the dragon robe on her body was thrown off, the golden phoenix pattern embroidered on her light clothing below was no longer clearly visible.

All that remained was the cold glint of the sword and the chill in his eyes.

"You should know that, right?" In the center of the hall below, Xi Heng, enduring the other party's imposing aura, simply said, "The gap between you and me is as vast as the heavens and the earth; you cannot defeat me."

"How will you know if you don't try?" Chu Xiao's expression remained unchanged as he slowly sheathed his sword and gathered his power.

Immediately, he used his lightness skill to fly down with a sword.

Every strike of the Heluo Fish-Dragon Sword Technique is perfectly regular and even, as if it had been calculated countless times before the sword was drawn, leaving no flaws.

Xi Heng unleashed his sword intent and saw that the opponent's stance had no flaws or weaknesses whatsoever.

Unable to find a way to retaliate in a short time, he could only raise his hand to block.

The blades clashed, sparks flying and a crisp sound rang out. Then the opponent sheathed his sword and thrust again, the movements incredibly fluid.

Even without the aid of internal energy, his sword speed is just as fast.

Xi Heng lost the initiative due to carelessness at the start. Although he could see a few flaws, he couldn't find the right moment to exploit them and could only continue to block.

After five or six moves, a slight mistake was made.

Zhao Chuxiao swung his sharp blade, bypassing the guard, and slashed at her wrist.

The protective energy was slightly cut open by the hard sword. Although it did not break through, it did consume a small amount of energy.

After only five moves, she was being led by the nose in swordsmanship and had fallen into a disadvantageous position...

"Is this the River Luo Fish Dragon Sword Technique?" Xi Heng pondered for a moment.

From the very beginning of the exchange, Zhao Chuxiao seemed to have already calculated her reactions and sword techniques, secretly planning and perfecting his moves. With the first move, he had already determined many variations of the subsequent moves.

After that, simply guide the sword fight in a direction that is advantageous to you, and then strike from a pre-planned position to defeat the enemy in one blow.

Just like in Go—a seemingly ordinary move can actually conceal many hidden tricks and traps.

If you follow the opponent's pace, you will inevitably create openings and then have your stance broken.

Xi Heng raised his sword to block again, but saw his opponent suddenly step forward, turn his wrist and grip the sword in reverse, and strike with the hilt of the sword.

She raised her arm to block, but her protective energy was still damaged by the attack.

"good."

If she herself had only achieved the highest level of internal strength and was roughly equal to her opponent's, she might actually fall into defeat because she couldn't distinguish between the opponent's feints and real attacks.

Without the protection of internal energy, she had already been left with bloodstains after just two sword exchanges.

Clang——

The blades clashed, creating tiny sparks and a fleeting flash of light.

After the two sword strikes, two similar-looking faces locked eyes.

One person was intrigued, while the other looked serious.

Zhao Chuxiao's martial arts skills were indeed superior to the Bloodline Sword in one-on-one direct combat.

However, hidden strength and neutral strength are worlds apart.

If Zhao Chuxiao were a martial artist at the Transformation Realm, Xi Heng would take him more seriously.

But that's all—she can easily defeat her enemies.

The girl twirled her sword, but was deflected and stabbed straight into her unprotected chest.

The sword tip stopped in front of his chest, producing only a loud thud.

Immediately afterwards, an irresistible force suddenly erupted and struck the attacker.

Chu Xiao was swept away by the overwhelming force, and even when he tried to block it with his sword, it was to no avail. He fell backward as if he had been hit by a truck.

With two thuds, he fell to the ground.

He then swallowed the blood rising in his throat, plunged the sword into the ground, and used it to prop himself up.

"Should we continue?" Xi Heng asked.

The other party remained silent, but continued to raise his sword and point it.

"Okay, I'll accompany you."

She saw in the other person the indomitable spirit she had shown when she was emperor and faced an enemy martial arts master.

So he gently pressed down with his left hand, releasing the protective energy from his body.

The chill of winter seeped in through the gaps in the armor. Xi Heng raised his hand again, grasped the joint of the red-scaled, gold-threaded general's armor, and casually pulled it off, tossing it aside.

All that remained was a bright red single garment similar to the opponent's tight-fitting outfit.

At the same time, she was no longer as frivolous as before, and instead gripped the sword with both hands.

With his eyes closed and then open again, his originally dashing general demeanor instantly transformed into that of a dignified swordsman.

The sword is the king of all weapons. In this battle, Xi Heng will determine who will inherit the throne based on the skill of the swordsmen.

……

While the Bloodline Sword technique is not as advanced as the River Luo Fish and Dragon Sword Technique in direct combat, Xi Heng can compensate by using his sword heart.

With this addition and subtraction, her swordsmanship ultimately surpassed her opponent's by a few points.

Although Zhao Chuxiao could plan the entire sword fight meticulously in her mind, as long as her swordsmanship was sharp enough to constantly seize the initiative and disrupt her opponent's plans, she could also gain the upper hand.

By the seventy-third move, Xi Heng, having dispelled his internal energy, felt slightly fatigued. Finally, in the midst of the tension, he noticed a moment of disarray in Chu Xiao, broke her stance with a sword strike, and pressed his own blade against her fair and firm neck.

The tip of the blade left a thin mark, from which a few drops of blood were squeezed out and flowed down the neck to the collarbone, staining the clothes.

Their movements froze at that moment, as if time had stopped.

The air fell silent as a result.

A few seconds later, Zhao Chuxiao silently exhaled, her hands moving swiftly, and the longsword clattered to the ground.

The blade hummed softly as it fell steadily.

"I lost."

Only when she was defeated did she truly relax for once, and her thin lips parted slightly: "Kill me or torture me, it's up to you."

"When did I say I was going to kill you?"

Xi Heng tilted his head and sheathed his longsword.

"When a new emperor ascends the throne, the old ones soon die... This has always been the case." The other person's voice was weak.

"Is there really such a ridiculous rule?" The world she lived in before she transmigrated wasn't like this.

“Even if I don’t die, I’ll be imprisoned for eternity, so I might as well die,” Chu Xiao said.

"Detention might happen, but it won't last long. I still have a use for you."

"Use them and then kill them?"

Xi Heng sighed, "Do you always want to kill people? I'm not that indiscriminate in my killing."

"You won't kill me?"

"of course."