Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

Activating the Qingyan Skill, her body moved as lightly as a kingfisher, easily twisting her body in the cold wind to reach the hill, then suddenly taking a step to float into the sky, naturally flying down.

After repeating this process ten or more times, they arrived at the heart of the deep mountains.

Xi Heng easily found the anti-military symbol among them—a triangular fire flag smeared in gray-black.

Upon landing and getting closer, it was clear that the flag was slightly tilted, but still pointing north.

The road surface was marked with many marching footprints and wheel tracks, which, although faded somewhat by the heavy snow, were still discernible.

Xi Heng continued forward, concealing the marks, and recalled some information he had heard from Yin Wanluan earlier.

Four members of the Youxu Sect were among the rebels and were ready to receive them.

This so-called anti-government force consists of no more than three thousand people, mainly believers whom the Purification Cult calls heretics, and some of their family members and friends. Although their beliefs are deep and stable, as an organization that wants to resist the Purification Cult, the number of people is still too large.

They were simply looking to direct their resentment at the Fire Purification Cult, without having their own beliefs or principles.

Thus, the organization's beliefs failed to spread widely, and despite being supported by the cultivators of the Youxu Sect for so long, its numbers did not increase significantly.

It's also possible that the people in the Youxu Sect simply don't understand what support means, only knowing how to use force to protect, but not how to lead an organization.

Coincidentally, Xi Heng, who had once established the Dark Heavenly Sect in the Chonghai Realm and led troops to attack and kill enemies, and had defeated a country, had some experience in this area.

Although her experience and theories in this area may not be as good as some true strategists and visionaries—after all, most of her previous achievements in the Chonghai Realm were earned through direct combat.

But ultimately, they understand better than cultivators like those from the Youxu Sect who are detached from worldly affairs what to do.

Before long, the girl followed the footprints to a valley with less snow.

Smoke could be seen rising from the front of the valley, obscuring the approaching presence, indicating that the loosely organized Dasheng army was camping and resting in the valley where there was less wind and snow.

Xi Heng scanned the area with his divine sense and roughly estimated that this vanguard army consisted of only a few thousand people—probably because marching in winter was difficult, so Da Sheng only sent a vanguard force.

More than a thousand people were dressed in cotton-padded clothes and hard leather, while a few soldiers wore steel helmets and iron armor. One could vaguely sense that they had qi and blood in their bodies, making them much stronger than ordinary people.

As Xi Heng walked around, he muttered to himself, "Even the vanguard generals are only at the early stage of internal strength. The development of martial arts in this world is obviously much behind that of the Chonghai Realm."

Furthermore, it seems that all ordinary martial artists in this world have hidden injuries. When observed with divine sense, one can see that there is always some blockage in the flow of qi and blood in their meridians.

"The techniques are also terrible... Any one of the Great Zhao's Transformation Techniques would probably be considered a peerless divine skill if it were passed down here."

The girl shook her head and, unnoticed, crossed the military camp and arrived at the valley ahead.

Amidst the blizzard, they used their light-footed skills to travel for two hours before finally arriving at the rebel territory, following the direction indicated by the black fire-patterned triangular flag.

The rebel army occupied a mountain that was easy to defend but difficult to attack. The terrain was winding and twisting, and it seemed that the only way for ordinary people to climb the mountain was through a very dangerous path.

However, for Xi Heng, it only required him to use his lightness skill a few more times.

When she reached the mountainside, she sent a ray of light towards the summit, causing it to bloom like fireworks, forming a ring and flame pattern.

After releasing the emblem of the Netherworld Sect, Xi Heng waited a moment before ascending the mountain.

The buildings on the mountain resembled a large bandit stronghold. The watchtowers, wooden buildings, and walls reminded her of the days when she traveled throughout the Great Zhao to suppress bandits in order to accumulate the spiritual energy of Blood Spirit Stones.

"Looking like this, she can't be a rebel." She clicked her tongue, put on her black robe, and approached the wide, imposing gate.

Clapping his hands in mid-air, he used force to slowly push the door open.

Two rows of people, all dressed in black, were already standing behind the door to greet them.

One of the cultivators, dressed in the same black robes of the Youxu Sect, stepped forward and said in a respectful voice, "Holy Envoy."

A large number of ordinary people behind him worshipped together, calling him the Holy Messenger.

"No need for formalities." Xi Heng glanced at the hundred or so people who had come to greet him and said casually, "The wind and snow are biting, let's go back to the main house first."

"Yes!"

The mortals immediately retreated, leaving only four cultivators from the Netherworld Sect behind.

"You've all worked hard. From now on, I will take charge of these mortals," she said directly.

These Foundation Establishment cultivators who remained in the mortal realm only wanted to complete their mission as soon as possible and return to the Fire Hell, and Xi Heng, being the main person in charge of the mission, naturally agreed.

There will be no power struggles in managing a mere few thousand ordinary people.

After exchanging a few simple words with the four cultivators from the Youxu Sect, Xi Heng bypassed them and headed directly into the spacious room that resembled a bandit stronghold.

A stove was burning inside, and white smoke from the firewood drifted out of the yard through the chimney.

The ground was paved with stone, and the walls were made of wood. Because of the fireplace and the gathering of hundreds of ordinary people, the temperature inside was significantly more comfortable than outside.

Inside, several mortals, whose clothing was more elaborately patterned and who were clearly of higher status, had given up the most prominent seat and respectfully addressed him as His Highness the Holy Envoy.

Xi Heng ascended the steps and naturally turned to sit in the main seat.

He then crossed his legs and calmly asked the many mortals in the room:

"Have you ever considered what the world would be like after the destruction of the Pure Fire Cult?"

"..." The hall was silent.

Only one person on the side of the main seat spoke up: "There will be no more life-and-death sacrifices based on lies, no more power tearing our loved ones apart and throwing them into the fire..."

After the other person finished speaking, she gently shook her head and said:

“You are merely eliminating sins, not describing the world as it is—this is because the Pure Fire Sect, born from cultivators, has heavily imprisoned the entire mortal world, along with the minds, nature, and desires of mortals, which have also been shackled… You are more like livestock raised by so-called immortals than people with their own nature.”

"Before I do anything else, I will show you what mortals are like in the outer realms."

The girl waved her hand gently, and a vast illusion appeared in the air like a river.

Many scenes appeared within the illusory mist, reflected in people's eyes.

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Volume 1: Chapter 216, Inclusiveness

A thin, ethereal mist enveloped the high mountains, permeating not only the spacious main house near the top but also parts of the outer perimeter of the house.

Whether one is in the fog or observing from outdoors through the swirling snowflakes, one can see all sorts of illusions through the thin mist.

Some scenes never seen before in this world are calmly explained by a young girl's voice, making people quickly sink into them as if watching a movie.

Various images and sounds related to the Chonghai realm gradually seeped into people's hearts under the influence of illusion.

Xi Heng did not only reveal the better aspects of the Chonghai Realm, but also presented the scenes from his memory after slightly processing them with illusion magic.

Among them are scenes from my daily life when I worked at the counter of a pharmacy in a village at the foot of the mountain, and the festive atmosphere.

There are also scenes on the streets of Jinshi City, resembling the Sword Academy, along with the exquisitely decorated restaurants and the various conflicts that follow—all of which are displayed on the illusionary mist.

The rebel army attacked the city several times afterward. After the city fell, he traveled north alone and saw the prosperity of the capital and the decay hidden beneath it. The poems he had read, the various cultural treasures he saw in the palace, and the historical records that were either contradictory or complementary were all played repeatedly in the illusion.

Time passed, and several hours later, Xi Heng had used illusion magic to spread most of the more memorable scenes he had seen in the Chonghai Realm throughout the area.

Its brilliance radiated outwards.

It is unknown how many people looked at the entire mountain occupied by the rebel army, and how many listened attentively, remembering everything they saw and heard that day.

However, Xi Heng didn't care about this; he just wanted as many as he wanted.

In her view, although this anti-government group is determined to resist the Fire Purification Cult, it lacks true faith and belief.

If they were given enough power to overthrow the mortal Pure Fire Cult, they would ultimately leave behind only the ruins of the mortal world, rather than the tender sprouts of a new world.

Only by establishing conviction, strength, and hatred towards the purifying fire can one be guided towards a more satisfactory outcome.

Since she could foresee a better outcome, she would naturally try to move in that direction.

Just like in a game, most people tend to aim for a more perfect ending, and she was no exception.

So the first thing she did after arriving here was to establish a firm belief in this.

However, establishing this matter properly may be quite difficult.

In her view, it would be quite good if even a few hundred of the three thousand rebels could see through the shackles that bind mortals.

As for the remaining people, they can just go about their business.

After the misty illusion finished playing like a movie, Xi Heng withdrew his spiritual light, giving the crowd below some time to catch their breath.

The group stared in the direction where the illusion had disappeared, seemingly still unable to recover from it, speechless for a long time.

After a moment, the girl sitting in the main seat calmly said, "I come from such an outer realm."

“When I first arrived in this world, I transformed into a messenger and went on a pilgrimage to the Holy Altar of Purification.”

"During this period, what I saw and heard along the way was peace and harmony in the world, and people were friendly and tolerant... but there was always a strangeness about their appearance."

"The differences in temperament among mortals in this world are so subtle that they seem to be deliberately cultivated rather than naturally formed... Although even in the Chonghai Realm, which is devoid of immortals and spirits, there are imperial courts that discipline all living beings, at least that is done spontaneously by the people themselves, and they continue to develop and discard their flaws as the times progress, following truth and justice... It is not like the Pure Fire Realm, where the ultimate purpose of discipline is merely to use the lives and blood of millions to provide for the cultivation of a few thousand cultivators."

After Xi Hengping finished speaking, the crowd below was still in a daze because the illusion had ended. Most of them did not immediately understand what she said, but only barely remembered it and pondered it slowly later.

A few seconds later, only the mortal leader to the side of the main seat responded:

"Could Your Highness please elaborate on the statement that the blood and lives of millions are used to supply the cultivation of thousands of cultivators?"

They do not know exactly why resentment and hatred arise; they only hear the words of resentment and hatred, are influenced by them, and therefore want to fulfill some of the obsessions brought about by resentment and hatred.

"What you mortals call 'immortals' cultivate themselves and practice magic with spiritual energy," Xi Heng said without any concealment. "And the source of this spiritual energy is the flesh and blood and true spirit of tens of millions of pilgrims every year for thousands of years."

“They are raising hundreds of millions of mortals outside of the immortals of this world, just as you are raising cattle and sheep.” She made her words a little more radical: “They feed them well, nurture their flesh, seal their minds… and then slaughter them when they are mature.”

"..." The crowd below fell silent, and the air seemed to grow even colder.

"Mortals in this world are only allowed to have one belief, one thought: to sacrifice their own lives, believing that they will ascend to heaven and the immortal realm after death, but in reality they will only fall into endless resentment and hatred."

“We are all human beings, but we are just born better off and have the talent to cultivate Qi and become immortals, so we ride on people’s heads.” She said lightly, and then noticed the anger that was faintly showing in the silence of the mortals below.

The increasingly heavy breathing and the faint clenching of teeth continued to deepen.

Anyone would feel this way if they knew that in the eyes of others they were nothing more than livestock to be skinned and slaughtered.

These rebels, who have made it clear from the beginning that they want to fight against the Pure Fire Cult, must be more courageous than ordinary people.

“This is no immortal; the one who does such things is more like a demon from ancient times,” the rebel leader said in a deep voice.

“That makes sense.” Xi Heng nodded casually, resting his chin on his hand.

It is said that the vengeful demonic fire is an extremely evil demonic flame. It is not surprising that the Pure Fire Realm can cultivate such a thing, and the cultivators there are called demonic cultivators or evil cultivators.

If there were still noble and righteous immortal sects in the world beyond mythology, they would surely regard this Pure Fire Realm, which feeds on the lives of mortals, as a demonic sect that needs to be conquered.

However, since the coordinates of the major realms have mostly separated, and this place is a peripheral realm, it has been able to exist for a long time.

However, it won't last much longer.

Xi Heng silently pondered, his gaze sweeping across the crowd before him. Most of them were still lost in their anger and deep thought.

“Keep your anger going.” She rose and said, “Come back here tomorrow morning and tell me what you hope to transform this world into if you are able to destroy the Pure Fire Sect and the Immortal Cultivation Realm and take control of the world they control. I will also tell you in detail the righteousness that I came to this mortal realm to spread.”

After briefly explaining, Xi Heng glanced at the leader of the mortals in the area, gestured for him to follow, and then left the main house.

Even now, her black robe and hood still cover the upper half of her face, maintaining a considerable sense of mystery.

As soon as the girl stepped out of the hall, the mortal leader followed closely behind.

She didn't ask for the other person's name or title, but simply said:

"Are there any rooms or suites reserved for me?"

"Your Highness, please follow me."

The other party responded immediately, turned around and walked to a relatively simple and clean building on the side.

The pavilion has only three floors and is about the same size as the small pavilion where Xi Heng once lived in the Red Thread Sword Academy. However, its interior decoration, exterior wood grain and window frame are quite simple.

The furniture was also ordinary, as if it had just been made a few days ago, with some wood shavings still remaining on the tabletop.

It was much simpler than any of the city pavilions where Xi Heng had lived.

"Time is short, and manpower is scarce in winter, so this is the best we can do. We hope Your Excellency will forgive us," the guide said hastily.

“My original living conditions were much worse than this place.” Xi Heng shook his head calmly and said the word “no problem”.

She could live well in a small, dilapidated house in a village at the foot of Yaowang Mountain. Although she had been an emperor, she did not develop a noble or fastidious nature.

Now that I've become a Foundation Establishment cultivator, nourished by spiritual energy, I can naturally live a peaceful life wherever I am.

The mortal leader breathed a sigh of relief and retreated, while the girl silently walked up to the pavilion and stood on the balcony, gazing at the fine snow falling outside.

Compared to the blizzard we encountered earlier, today's weather is much milder.

She casually pulled out two or three spirit stones from the brocade pouch at her waist, held them in her palm, and sat cross-legged on the spot.

He let the cold wind fall on his face, and his white hair, falling outside his black robe, swayed gently.