Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Xi Heng refused to face the gaze of the three of them, and instead looked away slightly, gazing down from the towering palace in the imperial city.

The entire palace complex, including its roads, pavilions, and courtyards, was orderly and well-organized.

Thousands of imperial guards gathered at the Temple of Heaven, ready to be dispatched at any time.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the dark clouds, illuminating the white stone structure of the Temple of Heaven, making it appear magnificent and grand.

Looking further out, beyond the vast imperial city walls lies the wealth and prosperity of the capital, a city that continues to flourish.

I imagine that on ordinary days, Kyoto must have many bustling commercial streets and avenues, with shops and stores filled with lively chatter and a constant stream of customers.

The people work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and at noon every day, wisps of smoke rise from the sky.

Gazing at the scenery of Kyoto, she quietly answered Zhao Chuxiao's question:

"Yes, let's leave."

His thoughts continued to expand, spreading beyond the imperial city.

The mountains and rivers complement each other, creating a picturesque landscape that nurtures countless people from all directions.

It seems that although this realm lacks spiritual energy and its culture is traditional and ancient, its scenery and human customs should not be inferior to other realms.

Add to that her nostalgia, and she might want to come back and visit from time to time even after she leaves.

Xi Heng surveyed the entire Tian Zhao Kingdom with his mind before turning to face the three people beside him.

He opened his lips and spoke:

"I want to leave this realm and go to a distant place where there should still be spiritual energy and an opportunity to cultivate immortality."

"So, it really is cultivation?" The senior sister was the first to react, a bitter look appearing in her eyes:

"...I had already guessed that if given the chance, you would definitely leave again, just like you did back then."

"Back then" probably refers to the time when the two of them lived together in a courtyard in Jiangning City, when Xi Heng insisted on pursuing the Hua Jin technique and went to the dangerous northern frontier battlefield despite all the obstacles.

Therefore, the two of them were separated for several years.

Now we have to part again... and this parting may mean never seeing each other again.

"I'm sorry, senior sister." Xi Heng always didn't know how to deal with such situations, so he habitually apologized.

But the senior sister shook her head.

"I know it's no use trying to persuade you. I only hope that you will achieve great success in your cultivation and come back to visit me." She reached out her hand slightly and said, "Go."

"Thank you..." the girl replied softly, then looked at Chen Fenghuo on the other side.

The Crimson Goddess's attitude was quite natural; she only asked:

"May I accompany you in your cultivation of immortality?"

“The outside world is too dangerous. With your strength, you can hardly protect yourself. Let me scout ahead first. If it is relatively safe, I will then welcome you to go with me,” Xi Heng agreed.

The other party readily accepted this fact: "I look forward to it."

In the end, the one who harbored the most resentment was actually her younger sister, Zhao Chuxiao, with whom she had no particular relationship.

She stared intently for a long time: "Are you leaving again?"

Xi Heng knew what the other party was complaining about, and said with a dry laugh, "I'll leave Tian Zhao to you. After I leave, there will be no more emperors, and you will be the monarch of Zhao."

“Daily politics are annoying,” the other person clicked their tongue.

Today, the Zhao state is developing steadily, and the court is filled with minor miscellaneous matters. Although they are not particularly troublesome, they are not easy to handle every day.

Although she was used to it, she had long since grown tired of it.

If Xiheng leaves again, there will be no hope of rest.

“Then let’s train one of them. Remember, you and I have two younger brothers and sisters who are still quite young.” After mentioning this, the girl changed the subject:

"Now, please help me deal with the aftermath of the vengeful ghost incident, and also send someone to entertain the old cultivator who came with me... I have someone else to see."

"Sigh." Zhao Chuxiao sighed and finally said, "Go ahead."

Xi Heng bowed slightly to the three people beside him, then stepped back and walked away.

Zhao Chuxiao then left to attend to official business, leaving Hong Miao and Chen Fenghuo to look at each other and talk.

……

Following his usual route, Xi Heng used his light-footed skills to travel from the center of the imperial city straight to the Qin Xie Alley leading to the outside world, and nimbly arrived in front of the magnificent and spacious Hua Man Lou.

Red walls and green tiles, flying eaves and brackets, along with the cloud and crane patterns carved on the walls of the pavilions, all come into view.

The building looked almost exactly the same as before, giving her the illusion that she had returned to those days.

Memories flooded back as the young girl stepped across the threshold amidst the greetings of the guards at the front of the pavilion.

The scene was still one of familiar bustling activity.

After crossing the stone bridge at the entrance, take the long staircase on the side to the third-floor lobby.

After passing the screen, you can see the silhouette of Red Rock.

The other party was clearly more mature and charming than before, with an elegant demeanor and graceful manners. Her hair was tied up at the back of her head, and even her spacious and gorgeous clothes could not completely conceal her graceful figure.

Moreover, her appearance remains her favorite.

At the very least, she was the most important person in the world to her.

The girl's relaxed steps left a clear sound as she looked back from the distant red cliff, her eyes flashing with a mixture of pleasure and reproach:

"Two months have passed, and now you've finally remembered me?"

"Didn't I say last time that I would be away for a while?" Xi Heng didn't directly state his purpose, but started talking about routine matters.

Yan Hongji chuckled lightly, casually instructing the maid beside her to pour tea, and then asked, "Did you get involved with any beauties during this trip?"

“I’m not the kind of person who flirts around,” she retorted.

Compared to the emperors of the Zhao Dynasty who had countless concubines, she could almost be described as chaste.

"Is that so?" Hongji stood up and approached: "Then I shall carefully examine whether you have any other floral scents on you."

So, a few fingers landed quite skillfully and smoothly on the girl's neck.

……

On the morning of that day, the girl waited quietly until her bedmate woke up, and then told him that she was about to leave.

She had considered how her junior sister Hongji would react, but reality was unexpected—after hearing this, the other woman remained silent for a long time before simply nodding gently.

"Well, let's go."

Xi Heng had expected the other party to be sad or even angry, so he was somewhat confused by their attitude. When he asked them about it, the only answer he received was:

"Whatever Senior Sister Xiheng does or wants to do, I will support her."

"It's also because of my own selfish reasons... I don't want you to see me when I'm weak and old."

"...No matter what Hongji becomes, I will still love her." Xi Heng comforted her skillfully.

"But I don't like it. Legend has it that cultivating immortality can make one eternally young... If you achieve something in the future, Senior Sister, you must teach me this trick." Yan Hongji said with a light laugh, then glanced at the sunlight outside the window and said:

"It's getting late, Senior Sister, you should go now."

After a long while, the girl who had spent so much time with the other person slowly left the Flower Pavilion.

Hongji was left alone in the empty and silent room, thinking of Xiheng's appearance, and let out a soft sigh.

"In the end, it's hard to keep it going for long."

.........

Volume 1: Chapter 168, Chapter 161, A Boat Traveling in the Sky

After leaving Hongji's Flower Pavilion, Xiheng returned to Fuqing Palace along the familiar road.

Upon returning to his room, he first ordered a palace maid to bring him some refreshments, and then commanded an old cultivator named Shao Xi to come to the courtyard behind the main hall.

Not long after, news of the cultivators' arrival arrived.

Xi Heng then pinched two or three pieces of pastry with a sandy texture and ate them as he walked.

Descending downstairs and returning to the main hall, we passed through a spacious wooden corridor with carved beams and painted rafters, covered with green tiles and blue eaves.

Amidst the occasional greetings from the surrounding palace maids, we arrived at the rear courtyard of the palace, where many unusual rocks stood and flowers and birds mingled.

The magnificent scenery that greeted her eyes gradually calmed her somewhat depressed mind.

In the sword-training area behind the courtyard, an elderly man with gray hair, dressed in coarse blue clothes, sat down and waited.

Xi Heng took a bite of the pastry in his hand and patted his delicate hands.

He ate his food and walked into the sword-fighting arena in a very undignified manner.

"Your Majesty," the other person said, bowing respectfully.

Such a gesture of respect was not solely due to her power and influence.

As a cultivator, Xi Heng's pursuit of the Dao also impressed him.

"No need for formalities." The girl turned her gaze to the sword-fighting area in the training ground, where the Tai Chi symbol was drawn.

The layout of this place is modeled after the Red Thread Sword Academy. The arrangement and scale are not much different from the former academy. The place is spacious and the decoration is simple.

Since her senior sister returned, she has often practiced swordplay with her here.

Today, this place will be used for something else.

After greeting the old man, Xi Heng reached out his hand.

The inventory appeared with the thought, and as the five fingers swept across it, the pattern representing the flying boat quickly disappeared.

Suddenly, a large ship without sails or oars appeared out of thin air and landed steadily in the center of the fencing arena.

The ship's hull is carved from sandalwood, and a three-story pavilion stands on it. Its appearance is more exquisite than the typical carved pavilions in Qin Xie Lane, but its shape is relatively low and it is not built into a towering shape.

The eaves and windows of the pavilion are inlaid with green jade, and the head and tail curve upwards like a crescent moon. The bottom of the boat is painted with lifelike cloud and dragon patterns, as if it is carried by a flying dragon and riding the wind and clouds.

A faint array composed of various patterns and designs could be seen glowing slightly, as if it had been around for hundreds of years, and part of the flying ship was still slowly operating.

A sandalwood archway stands in front of the pavilion, with the three characters "朱雀舫" (Zhuque Fang) painted in flowing calligraphy.

As the name Vermilion Bird suggests, the bow and stern of the ship are also faintly engraved with bird shapes.

"It's quite big," Xi Heng muttered to himself as he scanned the area.

When it transformed into a dragon and swallowed the ship, it didn't pay much attention to the size of the flying ship because of its own body size.

Now that they've returned to human form and brought the flying boat over to take a look, they realize it's much larger than the pleasure boats owned by ordinary wealthy merchants.

It seems that even if this boat carries forty or fifty people, it won't feel crowded.

If we disregard the crowds, it could probably accommodate hundreds of people for a long voyage.

However, this time, there will probably only be Xi Heng as a passenger.

"Yes." Coming back to her senses, the girl explained briefly to the enormous flying boat, "This is something I just got from the vengeful ghost. Teach me how to control it."

Looking behind him, he saw the old man standing there dumbfounded, as if he had never seen anything like it before.

After a moment of silence, he uttered only two words: "Sky-Piercing Flying Boat? Storage Magic Artifact?"

“That’s right, it’s from the Chonghai cultivation world.” Xi Heng nodded.

But clearly, the other party was more concerned about Xi Heng's ability to suddenly conjure a flying boat than about the flying boat he retrieved from the Chonghai Sea.

"A storage artifact capable of holding such a massive object must be a top-grade artifact..." the other party exclaimed.

A storage magic item capable of holding a flying boat is far more precious than the flying boat itself.

"Didn't you conjure one up too?"

"I previously shrunk it using the original formation of the flying boat, and then threw it out from my sleeve. Compared to a storage magic artifact, it is worlds apart."

"Oh." Xi Heng then mentioned this:

Are there very few storage artifacts in the cultivation world?

"The method of storing and concealing objects is a profound and mysterious art. Since the collapse of the Heavenly Dao, the Pure Fire Domain has lost this kind of inheritance. It can only glean a little bit through the Phoenix Script and create a small space." The other party shook his head: "If such a storage magic artifact with such a huge capacity appeared in the previous Pure Fire Domain, it would definitely attract covetous eyes... However, the Fire Prison has been collapsed for a long time now, so it is no problem."

"I see." After responding, Xi Heng changed the subject: "Let's not talk about that for now. Teach me how to pilot the flying boat."

"Yes." The other party agreed and stepped forward: "Please allow me to observe for a moment... I have never seen any other flying ships before, let alone such a perfect and exquisite object."