Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

As the siege gradually eased, Yan Mengjun withdrew several hundred meters as if to leave.

The earth suddenly trembled, and a huge groaning sound came from underground in the central part of the capital, causing the outer city walls to tremble.

The long, drawn-out chanting sounded like a mournful cry or a wail.

Once the wailing subsided, Yan Mengjun immediately turned and launched another attack.

General Zhao did not understand the reason for the show of force, so he could only respond to each move and continue to defend the city.

Despite the fact that Yan Meng's forces had already suffered heavy losses and there was no indication of any chance of victory, the enemy's offensive showed no signs of abating.

The military commanders looked around, sensing that a storm was brewing.

Not long after, another dragon roar echoed loudly, and then a half-dragon covered in black scales flew out from the center of the capital and charged in fiercely.

……

In the early autumn of the fourth year after the divine tree descended to earth, the capital was captured, and the defending troops withdrew again.

With the help of the dragon's power, Yan Meng, after recuperating for a while, conquered the two major cities of Taihe and Jiangning in the spring of the fifth year of the Divine Descent.

But when they arrived in Changzhou, which was shrouded by a sacred tree on the edge, they suddenly encountered a tough opponent.

The military forces in the southern cultivation grounds are more than ten times stronger than the previous garrison in the capital. They have also been thoroughly trained in the battle with Fang Tiande. Now, they can easily defeat Yan Meng's army, which is still at the mortal level.

Although the Great Zhao army, which was in the training grounds, could not leave this place, it would not be willing to let the enemy advance any further.

The loss of vast territories during this period had already aroused the anger of the Southern Army of the Great Zhao, and in their first move, they wiped out half of Yan Meng's vanguard.

If the enemy hadn't fled so quickly, we might have been defeated here and never recovered.

As a result of this battle, the major powers once again found themselves in a strange balance.

In fact, Yan Meng's gains after capturing the capital were already sufficient, but for some reason, Yan Qingshi still wanted to continue the war.

Now that it has suffered a counterattack, this stubbornness has finally come to a temporary halt, and it is slowly stabilizing the situation in the occupied territories.

Meanwhile, the situation in the south was equally stable. After Tianliang occupied Jinshi, he mismanaged it. Almost only Fang Tiande and his close followers still harbored the idea of ​​advancing north. The other subordinates were enjoying themselves to the fullest or focusing on cultivation and not caring about military affairs.

With subordinates becoming increasingly difficult to manage, it's impossible to concentrate efforts on further attacks.

All the generals of the Great Zhao were eager to reclaim their territory, but Emperor Zhao Qianyuan was not in a hurry. Not only did he not issue any military-related decrees or adjust the amount of money and grain, he also made an increasingly undisguised effort to collect a large amount of resources for his own cultivation.

Whether they were renowned officials or treacherous ministers, or generals and their subordinates, they all disapproved of this practice and turned their attention to the various royal children, creating an undercurrent of tension.

At the behest of the Crimson Goddess, the Pure Fire Sect silently supported Princess Chuxiao and expressed goodwill to the current military and ministers of the Great Zhao, continuing its stable development.

Under the shimmering divine tree, the chaotic world finally found some temporary peace.

Because of the abundant spiritual energy, the crops have yielded bumper harvests every year, and people's livelihoods are relatively stable for the time being.

Three years later, the god descended for eight years.

When Zhao Qianyuan, who was quite talented, raised his cultivation level to the seventh level of Qi Refining, he suddenly got the urge to design a complete set of architectural plans and draw up complete blueprints. After that, he began to expand the Xiuzhou Palace on a large scale by conscripting labor, wanting to build this place into the legendary fairy palace.

This matter, once brought to light, once again aroused dissatisfaction among the officials and the people.

The emperor had not participated in politics for several years, leaving the reins of government to the crown prince. As he neglected state affairs, the power in his hands gradually shifted to the prime minister Li Shimei, who had been extremely busy in recent years, along with several generals and royal children.

The prime minister supported the crown prince, but the crown prince was truly incompetent and was not favored by the officials and people.

The scheming Third Prince then won over several generals of the Southern Army, Buddhist monks, and representatives of the New Party court officials, and secretly began to plot.

The powerful Seventh Prince, on the other hand, befriended the centrists and allied with martial arts forces, thus opposing the Third Prince.

Princess Chuxiao, on the surface, only had contact with the Imperial Preceptor and the eunuchs, spending her days enjoying flowers and having fun, and was not valued.

In reality, she had secretly won over the most skilled imperial guards in the capital, and she also had connections with local relatives and the Pure Fire Sect, making her a powerful force.

However... she has recently developed some doubts.

After traveling south from the capital to the area shrouded by the divine tree, obtaining the cultivation technique, and beginning her practice, she realized that she seemed to have a rather high talent for spiritual cultivation.

He had only been cultivating for three years when he reached the sixth level of Qi Refining—just one level away from Zhao Qianyuan, who had been cultivating for eight years.

Even among the rumors circulating in various places, some unverified, few have been promoted so quickly.

Furthermore, she never encountered the bottlenecks that people often talk about during her cultivation; she simply progressed step by step to reach her current level.

Chu Xiao couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that I am a natural cultivator, not suited to vie for the throne, but should instead embark on the path of immortal cultivation?

But when she came to her senses, she realized that she was carrying too many expectations.

If I give up now, I will be no different from Zhao Qianyuan, who is extravagant and extremely selfish.

As Zhao Chuxiao strolled through the palace courtyard, she let out a soft sigh.

Sighs drift away with the wind, disappearing into the world.

……

Nine years after the divine intervention, in the deep spring.

While Zhao Qianyuan was overseeing the construction of the new imperial city, he was suddenly attacked by a white-robed assassin.

The assassin was exceptionally skilled; with a single stroke of his sword, he shattered the spontaneously activated talisman and pierced the emperor's chest.

With a single strike, his figure vanished instantly, disappearing into the desolate wilderness, never to be found again.

By the time the imperial guards reacted, the assassin was nowhere to be seen. They had no choice but to escort His Majesty back to the palace and summon the imperial physicians to care for and protect him.

The imperial physician examined His Majesty and sighed, saying that His Majesty's internal organs were so severely injured that he could no longer speak. If he did not receive proper care, he would likely lose his life soon.

Three days later, Prime Minister Li Shimei issued an imperial edict, requesting all princes and princesses to gather at Yangxin Palace in ten days, where His Majesty would select one to succeed to the throne.

Then, the struggle for the throne began in the shadows.

On the surface, everything appears peaceful and clear, but in reality, the Third Prince and the Seventh Prince are vying for power, using every means to suppress each other.

Every night, shadowy figures could be seen bustling about on the eaves of the new imperial city.

This continued until the tenth day, with neither side able to gain the upper hand. When the time came, they could only go to Yangxin Palace together to await the imperial decree.

All nine royal children of this generation gathered together and came to the bedside inside the palace.

Unable to speak, Zhao Qianyuan trembled violently. He picked up a pen and wrote on the paper on the bedside table:

"I never expected to be assassinated and have lost half of my body, so I am no longer able to manage state affairs."

The princes and princesses below, upon seeing this, thought to themselves that the other party hadn't really cooked much to begin with.

However, on the surface, he still put on a respectful demeanor.

"Today I pass the throne to the Crown Prince. As the leader of the Daoist sect, I will retire to the Daoist Palace..." After writing this, Zhao Qianyuan coughed twice and handed it to everyone to see.

Upon seeing this, the crown prince immediately turned pale. Looking around, he sensed an overwhelming murderous intent and quickly knelt down and bowed his head.

"Father has attained immortality through the miraculous arts of the immortals. The decline of this world is only temporary. How dare I, your son, succeed to the throne? This would be unfilial, and an unfilial person cannot be emperor!"

As she spoke, she burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

While crying, she suddenly fell to the side and pretended to faint.

Although he was timid, he was not stupid; on the contrary, he was extremely vigilant.

Knowing that he would not live long if he were to ascend the throne, he knew he absolutely could not become emperor.

The other princes and princesses stared in disbelief at the scene, momentarily dazed.

Zhao Qianyuan looked even more grim. He summoned the imperial physician to pinch the crown prince's philtrum to wake him up, and continued to write: "I entrust my life, family and country to you, my son, do not refuse."

However, the crown prince began to feign ignorance again, convulsing as if he had suffered a stroke. The edict of succession and the dragon robe were right in front of him, but he refused to take them no matter what.

After a long back-and-forth between the two, the Third Prince suddenly stepped forward and said, "Father, I am willing to take on this important task!"

The seventh prince refused to yield and knelt down to pay his respects before speaking.

Chu Xiao stood to the side, silently watching along with the other good-for-nothing princes and princesses.

Zhao Qianyuan swept his narrow eyes over the group of people and remained silent for a long time.

In the end, he only wrote five words on the paper: "Dress the Crown Prince."

……

Three days later, the crown prince ascended the throne.

Fifteen days later, the crown prince died, and the third prince took power.

In the past six months, the Third Prince and the Seventh Prince suddenly died at the same time for unknown reasons, the cause of death being palpitations.

Zhao Chuxiao naturally ascended the throne, established the Pure Fire Sect as the state religion, and united with others to develop people's livelihoods and fight against Nan Tian Liang and Bei Yan Meng.

To date, Tianliang has begun to show signs of division. If it weren't for Fang Tiande's efforts to manage it, it would probably have already split into several small forces each occupying their own territory.

As a rebel army, once their offensive is blocked and the pace of the battle slows down even slightly, all sorts of suppressed internal problems will immediately erupt.

It is quite remarkable that Fang Tiande has been able to hold on until now.

The Tianliang army, whose morale is now low, is no longer able to fight. After learning that the Great Zhao has joined forces with the Jinghuo Sect, they even considered withdrawing from the important stronghold of Jinshi City.

However, Chu Xiao had no intention of immediately going to war with Tian Liang, because news came from the north that Yan Meng's army had carried out a True Dragon Sacrifice in the capital, sacrificing tens of thousands of lives, which gave a large number of elite soldiers a trace of dragon power, making them more cruel and irritable, and their strength rapidly increased.

Now, they have formed a large army and are surging south, attempting to seize a territory shrouded by the divine tree.

Zhao Chuxiao deployed troops to block the northern part of the city and invited local cultivators to build a new, long city wall.

Because the cultivators of the Central Plains were hostile towards Yan Meng, the matter was arranged quite smoothly.

Before Yan Meng's army even arrived, the new city walls had already been built.

The two armies clashed, and the battle began. Dragon power and spiritual power clashed, the city walls were destroyed and rebuilt time and time again, and the territories were pulled back and forth.

Although Yan Meng's elite dragon warriors were not weak, with individual combat strength comparable to early-stage Qi Refining cultivators, there were only five hundred elite dragon warriors, while the number of cultivators in the Great Zhao army was three times that of the enemy's elites. Ordinary soldiers were also stronger than the enemy soldiers due to being immersed in spiritual energy.

After a long battle, the Zhao side gained the upper hand.

The enemy forces failed to achieve their initial objective and temporarily retreated.

A few days later, rumors spread in the north that a black dragon was soaring high in the sky, summoning wind and rain as it flew south.

The news had barely reached the front lines when the black dragon appeared.

It is tens of meters long, with shimmering black scales all over its body, straight mane on its back, long horns on its head, and golden pupils. Its expression seems to have human nature.

The dragon landed on all fours in front of the battlefield, and Yan Meng and the others behind it immediately knelt on one knee and addressed it as Great Khan.

The black dragon roared, summoning a long, billowing wind.

Lowering its dragon head, a fierce killing intent resurfaced in its golden eyes.

Having abandoned his imposing manner, a man from the Zhao army stepped forward, dressed in a white robe and holding a flaming longsword. His posture was steady, unaffected by the dragon's might in the slightest.

The man and the dragon faced each other, and both recognized the formidable opponent they had encountered years ago.

They revealed their murderous intent to each other and immediately went to war.

嚓、

In a secluded courtyard deep in the mountains, Xi Heng was using gardening shears to trim the numerous flower branches that had grown in the yard.

After only a few years of seclusion, the flower beds in the courtyard became densely packed and intertwined, resembling a tangled thicket of thorns, and even grew next to the pavilion.

"We are all spirit flowers and herbs, each with its own spirit," she casually reminded them while pruning.

“Be good, or I’ll burn you all down if I see you growing in the pavilion again.”

Although most plants cannot understand human speech, their senses can clearly detect threats, and they immediately let out a trembling sound and retreated a few inches in the direction of Xi Heng.

The girl hummed a song as she picked a crisp fruit from a nearby tree, and then, through the spiritual fire left on Chen Fenghuo, took another look at the events happening outside.

"After those guys in the north occupied the capital, they actually managed to obtain dragon power..." The girl muttered to herself for a moment upon seeing the black dragon's appearance.

Then bite into the fruit in your hand, letting the sweet and sour juice fall onto your tongue.

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Volume 1: Chapter 330, Instant Familiarity

Ten years after the divine intervention, Yan Meng's army suffered another defeat.

With the city walls securely guarding the north, the elite troops of the Great Zhao army outmatched the enemy's elite Longli troops, forcing the enemy to retreat and distance themselves.

The Crimson Goddess of the Pure Fire Sect shone brightly in this battle, wielding the True Fire Spirit Sword to cut off four of the dragon's feet, causing it to be severely injured and fly away with great effort. Afterwards, it collapsed to the ground covered in black blood and was dragged away by Yan Meng's soldiers, losing its momentum.

Meanwhile, the Crimson Goddess was slightly injured in the battle and did not attend the victory celebration banquet afterward, but instead rested at the camp.

The great battle ended in a single day. If it were a regular war, the Southern army, having achieved such a great victory, would have immediately advanced north to pursue their advantage.