Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

With their lifeline severed by others, the Pure Fire Sect could not help but be enraged.

Therefore, the mortal Pure Fire Sect, which was originally willing to wait and see with the Xuantian Sect, accumulate strength together, and wait for the Pure Fire Sect to send more powerful cultivators to assist them, immediately displayed the power of the sect's armies organized in various places during this period and began to conduct an extremely detailed investigation of the Xuantian Sect's heretics.

During this period, anyone in the Dasheng Kingdom who was not at the very top of the power structure would be subjected to extremely rigorous and meticulous interrogation if reported for having ties with the Xuantian Sect, and would be deprived of their freedom for at least ten days.

Even if no connection with heretics is confirmed by the end of the interrogation, they will still be subject to surveillance and control.

As a result, the Great Sheng Kingdom conducted a thorough search, which granted great power to the lower-ranking priests. Those with weaker morals were corrupted by this, leading to numerous chaotic situations.

However, the Pure Fire Sect had no time to deal with internal turmoil and was only focused on preparing for war.

A month later, the Divine Capital Altar, claiming to be from the Great Bright Realm, sent immortals to begin gathering a large army and conscripting laborers for logistical support. From the center of the Great Sheng Kingdom, they launched another campaign northward against the rebel army.

Meanwhile, the entire Dasheng Kingdom was severely weakened by the massive mobilization of the Pure Fire Sect, and harbored resentment due to various forms of censorship.

Seven days after the Pure Fire Sect launched its attack, Xi Heng, who was in Xuan Tian Divine Capital, received a message from the royal family of the Great Sheng Kingdom.

It was a prince with some power who could not bear the Pure Fire Sect's exploitation of the nation's people. He hoped to use the power of the Xuantian Sect to suppress the Pure Fire Sect so that the people of the nation would not have to live in such dire straits.

Xi Heng had received and read the letter in the Holy Temple, then casually flicked his finger and burned it to ashes. He then easily addressed the high-ranking members of the Xuan Tian Sect before him:

"It's just betting on both sides, no need to worry about it."

She was currently in a small hall inside the Xuan Tian Sect's sacred hall, where a fire was burning in the stove, and a large map of the area surrounding the Da Sheng Kingdom was placed on a flat wooden table.

After the letter was lit, the girl waved her hand to let the ashes scatter naturally. Then, looking at the location of the Pure Fire Divine Capital Altar within the Great Sheng Kingdom on the map, she simply said:

"We don't need to care about these tentative bets now. Our forces and strength are already sufficient. We just need to enter the territory of Dasheng and occupy the Pure Fire Altar. Naturally, many people will flock to us... and the Xuantian Sect will replace the Pure Fire Sect."

As soon as she finished speaking calmly, the four people around her immediately nodded in agreement.

The four people standing next to him, all high-ranking members of the Xuantian Sect, were Xie Jun, the Grand General of the Xuantian Army; Gou Ling, the monarch of Gou Kingdom, where the Holy Temple was located; Yao Xing, the head of the military government of Yao Kingdom to the west of Gou Kingdom; and Chao Po'e, the leader of the Xuantian Sect's martial arts imperial guards.

These four people are the current leaders of the Xuantian Sect, which serves as the state religion of more than a dozen small countries.

However, above them is Xi Heng.

"Your Highness, when shall we launch our attack?" The military commander standing to the side seemed to be unable to contain himself any longer.

"On the main battlefield, the Pure Fire Sect's military formation is no match for ours. As long as we make the best use of our troops and tactics, even if we are outnumbered by several times, we can still advance and win." As Xi Heng spoke, his gaze fell on the northern border of Dasheng on the map.

That border region is a vast plain.

The north is mostly mountainous, with very few flat areas; Xuan Tian Sheng Du, where she is now, is one of them.

The training grounds were also located around the capital city.

She drew a beam of light with her finger, connecting the location of Xuantian Holy Capital with the southern border.

"Whether we fight on the plains or in the mountains, we have the advantage, but the former is more advantageous, so let's have a decisive battle on the plains." Xi Heng drew a troop transport route and several supply lines, and continued:

"After defeating the enemy army, we will lead the army south to break through the border and head straight for the Holy Altar of the Pure Fire God. We will first eliminate the leader of this place and then wipe out the other branch altars one by one."

"However, before that, the martial artists must first go south to Dasheng to spread the news and promote the idea that our Xuantian Sect is not an unjust army, not a disaster, not an evil force, and will not slaughter ordinary people as they have heard rumors. We are a righteous army that saves all people in the world."

She turned to look at the only martial artist at the Transformation Realm present and continued, "By the way, have the Xuan Tian Sect priests make some markings, such as cloth pieces, coins, or paper tickets, printed with the Xuan Tian Sect's logo, and distribute them to the towns of the Great Sheng Kingdom, proclaiming that civilians holding such a mark will be protected when the Xuan Tian Sect marches south to conquer cities and territories."

The martial arts leader responded to the order.

Then, Xi Heng looked at the other two rulers.

Yao Guo and Gou Guo are the two largest countries among those occupied by the Xuan Tian Sect, and the two people in front of them are also the representatives of the current rulers of these dozen or so small countries.

"You will gather supplies for the army, build supply depots on the border, and persuade various countries to send troops to support the Xuantian Sect. The total number of troops should not be less than the Xuantian Sect's army."

The two monarchs of the small country responded in kind.

Afterwards, Xi Heng silently turned his gaze back to the map, looking at the long distance between the Holy Altar of the Pure Fire Sect and the border. It would take at least two or three months to march there. He could launch an attack while the enemy army was exhausted upon their arrival.

Her location is very close to the border, so the march will only take half a month, the supply line doesn't need to be too long, and the march won't be too tiring.

The difference in the condition of the soldiers on both sides can be considered a significant advantage.

In a battle between ordinary people, the side that wins will inevitably prevail.

"I wonder which cultivator the Pure Fire Sect has sent this time." As she thought this, the girl turned her head and glanced at a few dwellings on the side of the Xuan Tian Sect's sacred altar.

The Foundation Establishment combat power of the Youxu Sect remains in this realm.

"There shouldn't be too many or too strong ones, otherwise Yin Wanluan would definitely send a warning, unless she has already been suspected by the Pure Fire Sect... I and other fellow cultivators should be able to handle it."

"Even if an unexpected enemy comes, it doesn't matter. We should be able to win if we go all out." Xi Heng did not stop cultivating during the year he spent in the mortal world.

Her swordsmanship has been continuously strengthened through countless mental exercises, reaching a level of profound purity.

It's becoming clear that we're already on the verge of the next stage.

They could only vaguely sense it, but could not truly understand what the next stage of sword heart was, and there was always a hazy sense of confusion.

"Hopefully, the upcoming battles against Foundation Establishment experts will allow me to make a breakthrough in this area as well?"

A few moments later, this small meeting of the highest levels of the Xuantian Sect ended easily after she gave a few brief orders.

Xi Heng returned to his residence and stood on the balcony, quietly watching the people below gradually begin to bustle about.

He took a sip of tea, stepped back, returned to his room, and resumed his meditation.

……

Two months later, the two armies met at the border.

Flags fluttered in the wind.

Xi Heng stood at the far side, relying on his superhuman eyesight to gaze at the two large military formations approaching each other ahead.

As the vanguard cavalry moved, their footsteps echoed like muffled thunder.

The messenger waved flags and shouted commands throughout the army formation, and even those a thousand meters away could hear the resounding voices echoing from afar.

The sky was still overcast today, but not as overcast as it was during the last major battle.

The sky was simply covered with a layer of gray, without the rumble of thunder or the flash of lightning.

The white-haired girl sat on the surface of a boulder on a distant hill, her right hand reaching into her storage bag and taking out a small drum.

She placed the drumhead on the ground and gently tapped it with the drumsticks, as if striking a wooden fish.

A drop of liquid spiritual energy evaporated, and the small drum struck for a moment, also triggering the sound of heavenly thunder.

The lightning struck ten meters to Xi Heng's side, precisely in the direction she had pointed with her spiritual power when she swung the hammer.

The magical artifact that Xi Heng had previously seized was not perfect. Although it had the ability to summon lightning, it could not be unleashed instantly.

Not only are there issues such as needing to beat a drum, directing spiritual energy, and experiencing brief periods of stiffness, but more importantly, the lightning can only be summoned to a range of five meters around the body.

However, there is a solution – simply use the drumsticks to catch and gather the power of the thunder, and then release it at will, achieving an instantaneous effect.

Xi Heng struck the drum again, summoning a bolt of lightning to fall and collect it into the drumstick.

Immediately afterwards, he hung the drumsticks on his waist and put the drumhead back into his storage bag.

As she finished her preparations for battle, the two armies in the distance had already begun their confrontation.

The longbow was raised high, and arrows rained down.

The giant crossbow was poised to fire a cannonball-sized arrow that broke through the enemy lines.

The cavalrymen shouted in unison, their steeds treading on the newly grown grass, creating the sound of countless war drums crashing together.

Wearing a black robe with snake patterns, Xi Heng remained calmly seated on the boulder, awaiting his opponent's arrival.

In the distance, the vanguards of the two supreme armies of the mortal realm had already clashed in close combat, engaging in hand-to-hand battle.

The sounds of battle were like thunder, lingering for a long time.

This great battle seems destined to last a very long time.

However, Xi Heng had plenty of time.

A quarter of an hour later.

The earth was stained with blood, flesh was thin and bones were broken, weapons clashed and collided, and the flames of war raged endlessly.

By this time, all sorts of military formations, large-scale military structures, elite troops with different purposes, martial artists, and extraordinary individuals had entered the fray, creating a chaotic scene.

The roars were incessant, but because of the distance, they were somewhat quieter when they reached us.

"Has no cultivator made a move yet? I've been preparing for this for a long time," Xi Heng muttered to himself.

Although they could clearly sense faint fluctuations of spiritual light on the side of the battlefield, no cultivators from the Pure Fire Sect had yet appeared.

This subtle fluctuation is getting closer and closer.

"Does it have to be this way?" Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

Xi Heng turned his head and saw a woman with a sword at her waist, her figure emerging from the hazy and indistinct air.

"Ok?"

She had just sensed a fluctuation of spiritual light, but she hadn't expected the other party to be so close.

Clearly, this unexpected guest was quite adept at concealing his presence.

This person wore a dark-colored, fire-patterned outfit underneath a simple gray-white robe.

She has a slender and graceful figure, and her face is also delicate, but there is always a sharp, sword-like intent in her eyes, while she has a slight gentleness like an ordinary woman.

"The Protector of the Dharma, Yifei," the girl said, revealing the man's name.

The opponent was a cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishment, known as the strongest person in the Pure Fire Sect below the sect leader, and also cultivated the Crimson Phoenix Heaven-Bearing Sword Scripture.

Xi Heng still remembered his position in the Pure Fire Sect, which meant he was under this person's command.

After she announced the other party's identity, the female sword cultivator named Yi Fei also casually revealed her own identity:

"Zhao Xiheng, attendant and favored by the Holy Maiden of Pure Fire, a visitor from outside the realm, and the most talented Fire Prison cultivator in recent years."

"Tsk." Xi Heng thought his black robe could at least cover him up, but he didn't expect to be recognized at first glance.

"You faked your death in the Hellfire and came to the mortal world to cause trouble. Who instructed you? Or is this your original purpose in coming to the Pure Fire Realm?" The female sword cultivator's original appreciation for Xi Heng had faded, replaced by a coldness.

"Why bother with words? Since we are all sword cultivators, let's let our swords speak for themselves." Xi Heng stood up and drew his sword.

Her sword was a gift from the person before her when she joined the Dharma Protectorate.

Upon seeing the dark blue longsword, the other party shook his head: "I thought you were a promising talent."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you." The white-haired girl yawned and didn't offer any further explanation.

Xi Heng only wants to settle things with a fight to the death first, and then talk about everything else.

The dark blue sword was held in front of his shoulders with both hands, as if it would fall like a rain of blood.

Sensing the intense killing intent, Yifei drew her spirit sword, which only had a hilt, from her waist.

With a faint phoenix cry, crimson and yellow flames quickly coalesced into a sharp blade—like a lightsaber in a movie.

……

Volume One: Chapter 223, A Fragment of a Phoenix's Might

On a plain, beside a vast battlefield, on a remote hill.

At the top of the hill stands a tall, broad tree with large leaves and thick branches. The surface of the trunk has ancient, grayish-brown patterns, indicating that it is hundreds of years old.

The tree's thick roots protrude above the ground, and its numerous branches extend in all directions.

The early spring winds are still chilly, but they also bring a bit of life – the tree trunks are covered with tender little leaves, and some trees still have old leaves from the previous year that survived the whole winter.

Two women stood facing each other beneath this large, ancient tree, swords drawn.

A cool breeze blew by, causing the hair at the temples to sway slightly.

Two indescribable, mysterious sword auras rapidly expanded from the two women, enveloping the entire hill.

The trees seemed to sense this powerful force, and the withered leaves that had survived the harsh winter fell one after another from their branches.

Before their swords and bodies could move, their intentions had already gone ahead.

The sword intent clashed, and they both felt the other's sword, wondering what kind of sword it was.

Xi Heng exhaled softly, his gaze falling on the sword in the enemy's hand, which was formed from flames.

She sensed something—justice—within the opponent's sword strikes.

The enemy's posture and sword intent at this moment clearly demonstrated a sense of courage and unwavering resolve.

This feeling blossoms forth powerfully and intensely.