Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

"It looks like some kind of convertible sports car..." the girl muttered to herself, as it was her first time sitting in something so luxurious.

"What is a Chang... Peng?" The other party asked in confusion as they stepped onto the flying boat.

"Don't worry about it, it's just a name for our hometown." Xi Heng slowly sat down, casually stroking the array above and the smooth redwood: "It's quite beautiful."

Her flying boat was larger, but not as exquisite and magnificent.

So he thought to himself that he would have a flying boat like that someday.

Although it floats in the air, it is quite stable when you step on it.

She had barely settled down when Yin Wanluan conjured a sword finger and flicked it lightly, causing the flying boat to accelerate suddenly like an arrow released from a bow.

With a whoosh, the surrounding scenery receded wildly in an instant, the fields and hills rushing towards the distance like waves at sea.

Although there was no strong wind howling, Xi Heng still felt the force as soon as he sat down.

"Huh?" The girl hadn't reacted yet.

In less than half a minute, the airship arrived at a mountain range with particularly rugged terrain, and sped through it like a bullet.

The flying boat seemed to be equipped with a soundproofing system, so no external sounds could be heard inside.

But if it were, it would definitely be the whooshing sound of a bullet cutting through the air or a piercing shriek.

"So fast..." she blinked rapidly.

“It can go even faster.” Yin Wanluan said, then turned his sword, guiding the flying boat around a massive mountain range before accelerating forward.

The airship then gained another boost, breaking the sound barrier.

The acceleration gradually disappeared only after a long trail was left at the end.

The gentle smile that the other person had maintained for so long became more and more obvious as the speed increased.

Finally, he grinned, revealing a clear laugh.

The sword suddenly rose, dodging the towering mountain range before descending again, accelerating to its limit like a sniper bullet hurtling straight to the ground.

When Xi Heng came to her senses from her daze, she felt the earth crashing down on her, and instinctively activated her internal energy to protect her entire body.

Seeing Xi Heng's panicked appearance, the person beside him ordered the entire flying boat to suddenly climb into the air—skimming past the ground and rising higher and higher.

The bow of the flying boat, which had been pointing directly at the ground, turned its gaze toward the sky.

A full moon shone brightly, adorning the girl's eyes.

She blinked, and suddenly time seemed to slow down dramatically.

The woman's lighthearted laughter fell beside her ear, her white hair intertwining with the other's blonde hair as gravity shifted.

The girl exhaled softly; this moment was imprinted in her mind.

The flying boat suddenly sank again under Yin Wanluan's control.

Her sense of time gradually returned to normal, and the surrounding scenery continued to recede rapidly into the distance.

The subsequent ups and downs no longer brought the same sense of surprise and shock as at the beginning.

My mind gradually calmed down, but I still couldn't completely quiet down.

By the time the airship slowed down and came to a stop, she had lost track of how much time had passed.

Is it five or six minutes, or half an hour—she couldn't figure it out.

She only felt Yin Wanluan beside her, lightly patting her left shoulder, and then heard the other person say, "We've arrived."

She gave a vague "oh," stiffly tried to stand up, and got off the bus with the other person.

"Is it okay if I only get a shot of the left shoulder...?" A soft voice suddenly came from the side.

"what?"

"It's nothing. How's my flying boat technique?" Yin Wanluan patted his chest, confidently awaiting her praise.

"How can you drive like that?" Xi Heng sighed, rubbing his forehead. "We almost crashed into the mountain just now!"

"Don't you feel refreshed?"

"It's a bit exciting, but not comfortable at all..." The girl shook her head. There are many things that make her feel good, but racing is definitely not one of them.

"What a pity." Yin Wanluan clicked his tongue and pressed his right index finger against the surface of the flying boat.

The flying boat was enveloped in a spiritual light, which flowed into the ring in his hand.

"Let's get down to business," Xi Heng suggested. "Where are we? Where are the enemies? How do we fight them?"

The surrounding area was a woodland under the moonlight, and in the distance, firelight flickered outside the woods, which looked like a village or town.

"This is the northern border of the Great Sheng Dynasty. It is said that recently there have been rebels who organized an uprising against the Pure Fire Sect. The people of the Guanhua Sect were given the mission to wipe out the remaining rebels," the other party explained briefly.

"That person should not have searched this place yet. You and I can wait here for the enemy to come and then launch a surprise attack to kill them—with our strength, the enemy cannot do anything to us."

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Volume 1: Chapter 192, Chapter 185, Calm Waves

The full moon's radiance spread across the earth, reflecting on the mountain peaks that had become ruins.

This place is a short distance from the brightly lit villages in the distance, yet it appears brighter than the villages with torches.

A fierce fire was burning here, and the dry grass was burned into ashes that shimmered and flew around.

The surrounding trees burned like torches, and a strong smell of burning spread with the white smoke.

The fallen leaves and branches of the trees also scattered and broke in the fire, adding to the intensity of the flames.

Here, the phoenix-patterned blade in Xi Heng's hand had already pierced the heart of a body.

'laugh--'

The person who was stabbed was wearing a sky-blue robe with Bagua, cloud and crane patterns on the surface. He wore a gold-threaded crown and had a long beard on his rather old face. In the eyes of mortals outside the spirit-locking array, a cultivator with such a appearance would probably be considered an immortal.

At this moment, the spiritual light and faint flame color attached to the sharp silver blade were penetrating his body.

Even though it's only the spiritual light effect of the mid-stage Qi Refining realm, piercing vital points will make it difficult for a person to continue casting spells or manipulating the zombie puppet.

The sword moves also carry even more intense internal energy and sword intent; if they were to strike an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator, they might lose consciousness upon contact.

The person being stabbed at this moment was in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage. He had not yet been directly shocked or killed, but he was no longer able to put up a fight.

"Why..." The old cultivator could only murmur at most.

The three ghostly figures summoned by this person also stopped fighting and gradually dissipated under the cover of the raging fire.

On the opposite side, the blonde girl fighting this person exhaled and gently pressed her hand down, causing the surrounding flames to gradually subside.

"Give me... a reason," the attacked Guanhua Sect cultivator managed to say.

From the beginning of the war until now, when he was nearly killed by a cold sword, he still didn't understand why he was attacked.

Although he had some conflicts with Yin Wanluan, it wasn't to the point of a life-or-death struggle—at least that's what he thought.

But the blonde girl who was close by didn't answer first, only addressing Xi Heng, who had killed her:

"A fatal blow; the opportunity was well-chosen."

"Of course." This was Xi Heng's forte.

Although she wasn't particularly skilled in assassination, with Yin Wanluan's magical amplification and the ability to conceal her aura with her black robe, it would be quite simple for her to assassinate a Ghost Refining Foundation Establishment cultivator whose physical body wasn't strong.

Even if the opponent was only at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, she could still succeed.

"Answer me...why?" Black blood trickled from the corner of the Ghost Cultivator's mouth, his pupils were gradually dilating, and his vision was blurred.

"Why?" Yin Wanluan said coldly, "You have refined human resentment several times, why don't you explain why to those mortals?"

"..." The old cultivator opened his eyes wide: "Just for mortals? Mere mortals?"

"Yes, only for mortals." The woman in black robes extended two fingers, igniting flames at their tips, and pointed them at the other person's widening eyes.

The flames were small in size, but the heat within them was no less intense.

As they approached, even Xi Heng, who was behind them, could clearly feel a wave of scorching heat.

When those two fingers touched his pupils, the cultivator began to tremble all over, unable to bear the excruciating pain, and let out a strange scream from his hoarse throat.

The strange scream lasted for a long time, causing Xi Heng to frown slightly.

The screams of pain finally subsided only when a strange, burnt meat smell wafted out.

Yin Wanluan's two outstretched fingers had already pierced the enemy's brain cavity.

The spiritual fire spread within, stirring up the brain matter, until strange flames appeared from all seven orifices on the person's face, before finally subsiding.

The enemy's body simultaneously lost all support, his muscles went limp and his limbs slumped, causing him to fall to the ground.

Seeing that the enemy's life force was gone, Xi Heng drew his sharp blade, twirled it, and put it behind his back.

"That's enough." The woman in black robes looked at the corpse and nodded slowly.

He bent down and crouched down, bringing the ring in his hand close to the surface of the corpse.

Once the purple light emanating from his fingertips enveloped the entire corpse, it was absorbed into his storage ring.

The surrounding flames also burned away the scars of the battle.

If anyone came here, they would only think that this was a forest fire that had been extinguished by the cold autumn wind.

"So, this can be considered revenge for that girl from before?" Yin Wanluan murmured.

"revenge?"

"The child you and I saw in the tree hole in the center of the Demon Refining Ground more than a hundred days ago." The other party mentioned it briefly, and then silently summoned her flying boat from the ring.

Imbue it with spiritual light, and it will float.

"That person?" Xi Heng's impression of him was not deep.

"Let's go back." Yin Wanluan had just killed someone and didn't want to stay here any longer.

The white-haired girl followed and boarded the flying boat.

After that, the ride became smoother.

The airship was still very fast, but it no longer zigzagged and bounced around like before.

Not long after, the two returned to the outside of the Great Spirit Locking Array.

Yin Wanluan found the weak point in the formation and led Xi Heng into it.

The scene then shifted from fields and hills back to the outskirts of the city, with white stone walls standing nearby.

Looking around, although the view is still expansive, it feels somewhat artificial and hazy compared to the outside world.

It was as if I had truly been on a mountaintop amidst the clouds, and what I was seeing now was merely a projection and an illusion.

“It is indeed a bit more blurry…” Xi Heng said subconsciously.

“Right?” the other party replied, and headed towards the city.

Her robes faded as she walked, turning back to pure white.

Xi Heng also changed into a white robe and followed. They walked through the wide city gate, went around the side alley, and after turning several times, arrived at the dark end of the alley.

Gently make a few hand gestures towards the dead end in front of you. Although there is no change on the surface, as long as you close your eyes and walk towards the wall, you will arrive at the huge stone gate of the underground ghost gate in a hazy wave.

The torches burning underground provided endless light, yet the space remained dim due to its vastness.

Yin Wanluan raised his hand and pushed in the air, and the stone door slowly opened.

Behind them, dozens of Netherworld Cult cultivators dressed in black robes were already waiting, bowing in unison.

The blonde girl raised her hand, releasing the corpse from her storage ring, which landed on the ground. Then, in a cold voice, she said:

Fellow travelers.

"This person is the one who torments mortals and suffers resentment. Please, all of you, train this person into a puppet of resentment to aid your future endeavors."

As the cultivators gathered ahead, a pale and thin old woman stepped forward, holding a scepter inlaid with purplish-black crystal beads, and slowly approached.

This was the first time Xi Heng had ever seen so many people gathered in the Youxu Sect.

Of those, I've only seen fewer than ten.

She had never seen the old man who was slowly approaching before.

"Your Highness, please entrust this to us old men." The old man slowly bowed and placed the scepter in his hand flat on the corpse.