He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

The stride is neither too big nor too small.

When the boy rushed into the city, there were still pedestrians on the street.

The night market had just opened, and the wonton vendor's stall was steaming. An old man selling sugar figurines was stretching the sugar syrup into the shape of a dragon, while several children watched with shining eyes.

The boy weaved through the crowd, moving as fast as the wind, knocking over two stalls and startling a child into tears.

He didn't stop.

We passed through the night market, crossed a stone bridge, passed through a cluster of houses, and finally rushed into a house.

This house was his second backup plan.

Three months ago, when he was recruited by a powerful family in the city as a martial arts genius, he secretly bought this house under another identity.

The house wasn't large, with two courtyards. Buried beneath the courtyard wall were three talismans he had brought from another world—a concealment talisman, a substitute talisman, and a directional teleportation talisman.

As soon as he steps into the courtyard, all three talismans activate simultaneously: the Concealing Talisman will erase all his aura, the Substitute Talisman will leave a dummy in the courtyard that looks exactly like him, and the Teleportation Talisman will send him to another safe house three hundred miles away.

He stepped into the courtyard.

All three talismans lit up simultaneously.

Then he looked down and saw a grayish-white hand on his chest.

The hand slipped into his back and emerged from his chest, holding a still-beating heart in its palm. It was his heart.

He withdrew his hand.

The boy looked down at the fist-sized hole in his chest—the edges of the hole were grayish-white, as if it had been corroded by some kind of corrosive force.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out before he collapsed.

The gray-robed man stood behind him, the heart in his hand still beating.

One, two, three—and then it stopped.

He placed the heart next to the boy's body and then breathed his last.

Fifteen minutes later, it was confirmed that the reincarnator was dead and had not left any backup plan.

The man in the gray robe turned and walked out of the house.

In the courtyard, the light from the three talismans had already gone out.

The Concealing Breath Talisman and the Substitute Talisman completed their mission, but the Directional Teleportation Talisman failed to activate—because his hand was faster than the talisman's activation speed.

As he walked out of the city gate, his clone was walking in through another city gate.

The two brushed past each other on a street in the city.

The clone was dressed in white, and his pupils had lost their golden hue, making him look like an ordinary, excessively handsome martial arts practitioner.

The man in the gray robe was wearing a faded gray robe with his hood pulled low, like an ordinary passerby who didn't want his face to be seen.

The streets were bustling with people; the wonton stalls had been set up again, steaming hot; the old man selling sugar figurines had finished making the dragon, and the children cheered around him.

No one noticed the two people.

They themselves didn't even notice each other.

The clone discovered the house a quarter of an hour later.

He came following the path of that prodigy—the fifth reincarnator he was preparing to "visit."

This prodigy is one of them: a veteran who has reincarnated through forty-three worlds. His cultivation level is not top-notch, but he has many ways to protect himself. He is skilled in wind-attribute true qi and blood escape techniques.

The door to the house was ajar.

The clone pushed open the door and saw a person lying in the yard.

A fist-sized hole ran from his chest to his back, its edges grayish-white, as if it had been corroded by some kind of corrosive force.

The heart was removed and placed next to the body; it had stopped beating.

The bloodstains on the ground were not completely dry, indicating that the time of death was no more than half an hour.

The clone frowned.

He never expected that someone would beat him to it.

He crouched down to examine the wound—grayish-white edges, corrosive force.

The wound was exactly the same as the one that Shen Qingqing had shown him on the memory stone, the one that had been killed and reincarnated in the Great Qian Dynasty.

The same technique, the same power attribute, the same person.

He looked up and surveyed the courtyard.

The residual energy from the three talismans still lingered in the air—the concealment of breath, the substitution of a body, and the teleportation were all meticulously arranged.

Judging from the speed of this reincarnator's reaction, he had already been exposed before entering the city.

The other party followed him into the city, and at the moment he thought he was safe, they attacked and killed him instantly.

The clone placed its hand on the top of the corpse's head.

After a moment, he withdrew his hand, stood in the courtyard for a while, then turned around, walked out of the house, and closed the door.

In that case, let's go find the next one.

……

The Great Song Dynasty, Lanzhou, Chunfeng Tower.

Xu Youlan kept her word.

The day after she saw the clone, she began to take action.

The first target is a reincarnator from Jiangnan Circuit of the Great Song Dynasty. He is the illegitimate son of a salt merchant in Yangzhou, with a cultivation level of only Nascent Soul and having reincarnated in no more than fifty worlds.

Xu Youlan didn't even go in person—she had someone deliver a musical score to the salt merchant's son, saying it was a new piece composed by Miss Xu Youlan of Chunfeng Tower, and asked the young master to comment on it.

When the reincarnated person opened the musical score, a melody sealed within it shattered his sea of ​​consciousness.

He sat in his study with sheet music spread out in front of him, his head resting against the back of his chair, as if he had fallen asleep from reading.

When the maid came in to add tea, she noticed that his eyes were still open, but his pupils had already dilated.

Using the same method, Xu Youlan killed three reincarnators within half a month in the Song Dynasty.

One is a Nascent Soul cultivator, one is at an unknown martial arts level, and one is a terrestrial immortal god.

All of them were killed remotely—some received sheet music, some received recordings of her playing the piano, and some simply brushed past her in a teahouse and heard her hum a tune.

No one saw her make a move, and no one can even be sure that she was the one who killed her.

But wherever the reincarnated ones died, a faint lingering melody remained—like the fragrance of flowers, like traces of smoke, which would dissipate with a gust of wind.

After the news spread, the reincarnators within the Song Dynasty began to panic.

They didn't know who the killer was, only that a very powerful reincarnator was hunting down his kind within the Song Dynasty.

Her methods are bizarre and impossible to guard against—you don't need to see her, or even know her; as long as you hear a certain piece of music at some point, you may already be dead.

Shen Qingqing received the news three days after the death of the third reincarnator.

After reading the secret report, she remained silent for a long time, and then contacted Xiao Yanzhi and Helian Rong, as well as three other reincarnators who had also joined the alliance.

The remaining people either had something to do or lived far away and couldn't make it.

The six met at a tea house outside Luozhou city.

Springtime was in full bloom in the courtyard. The new leaves of the locust tree had grown into a dense shade, and the winter plum blossoms had long since faded, replaced by a wall covered in blooming roses.

Shen Qingqing did not sit down, but stood under the rose trellis and handed the secret report to the two of them.

"Xu Youlan has made her move."

"Three in half a month."

"The methods were consistent, all involving remote kills, leaving no trace for tracking."

After reading the secret report, Xiao Yanzhi frowned:

"It's not surprising that someone with the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul stage can kill from a distance."

"But three targets in a row, each with a high level of cultivation, one of whom has undergone at least seventy cycles of reincarnation—this overwhelming killing shows that her true combat strength far exceeds her cultivation level."

Helian Rong threw the secret report onto the stone table:

"She killed them all instantly from a distance, so her combat power is at least a level higher than it appears on the surface."

"One Hundred Worlds".

Shen Qingqing said, "This is her hundredth world."

"The accumulation of ninety-nine worlds is all piled up on the single path of immortality."

"Not cultivating other systems means that she is repeating the same path in every reincarnation—Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, and Deity Transformation. Each time is more solid and more thorough than the last."

"At her current Nascent Soul stage, her understanding of the Dao of Immortality may be even deeper than that of some Transcending Tribulation Mahayana cultivators."