Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

The mortal corpse stood there stunned for a moment, then asked, as if it hadn't heard clearly, "What?"

The Immortal Corpse remained silent, only saying:

"First slay the mortals, then slay me, and finally slay the immortals."

As the sound subsided, ripples appeared on the mirror's surface, blurring for a fleeting moment.

The reflection blurred and then synchronized with her again, and the Immortal Corpse disappeared.

Xi Heng pressed his temples. The other party only explained the initial steps but did not clearly explain the subsequent steps.

This made her somewhat hesitant.

"Simply kill him?"

She shifted her gaze from the mirror to the mortal corpse beside her, lost in thought.

The other person sensed their gaze and instinctively took a half step back.

After staring at Xi Heng for a few seconds, Fan Xinshi coughed lightly:

"Slaying him is no problem, but could you let us prepare first?"

Xi Heng said, "At our level, even if we are pulverized, we can easily be reborn. It's just a sword strike, so it should be fine."

"Our hearts are still those of ordinary people. Even if we understand, we can't help but feel a little resistant... No one can take a sword without caring."

The Corpse of Mortal Heart closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and patted his chest, which was covered by a modern brown-green sweater.

After a moment, he nodded resolutely: "Let's go."

Xi Heng immediately stretched out his hand and conjured a sharp blade from the air.

The five fingers gripped tightly for a moment, then the body shifted, instantly assuming a sword-slashing stance—

Even though he hadn't used these sword techniques for quite some time, his demeanor and sword skills remained extremely perfect.

A sword fell, and golden light flashed in an instant.

Upon seeing the sword raised, the mortal corpse immediately closed its eyes tightly.

Then, feeling the sharpness of the blade and hearing the sound of something cutting through the air, he subconsciously uttered half of the word "wait".

However, the moment she opened her lips, the sharp blade had already slashed open her chest, cutting through her flesh and blood to reveal a strange grayish-white color below.

She let out a soft "hmm" and looked down at her chest.

There was no blood flowing out from the severed chest and abdomen; instead, a strange grayish-white mist spread outwards.

The grayish-white color is faintly dotted with light, like stars twinkling in the night sky.

Xi Heng himself found the grayish-white color quite captivating.

"This is?"

She instinctively asked a question, only to find that Fan Xinshi was equally bewildered.

After staring at each other for two seconds, the grayish-white color inside the other person's body suddenly expanded a thousandfold or even ten thousandfold.

In an instant, it passed by Xi Heng's main body and enveloped her completely.

In the blink of an eye, the scene before me changed from an ordinary living room to a blurry scene shrouded in endless gray fog.

Unconsciously, Xi Heng reached for the armchair next to him, but grasped at nothing.

She looked down at her feet in a daze, and what she saw was no longer a wooden plank road, but a rough, uneven dirt road.

"Have we arrived at another location...? The trial has begun?" She picked up a small piece of dust and rubbed it lightly.

They also tried to probe with their spiritual senses, but were unable to penetrate the surrounding gray fog.

Given her level of cultivation, her spiritual consciousness shouldn't be so weak.

Regardless of the characteristics of the surrounding gray fog, it should be possible to see through it using the principles of time and the heavenly way.

The appearance of this unusual phenomenon now must be the power of the trials and tribulations of becoming an immortal.

Xi Heng then slowly walked forward, stepping on the rugged, dusty ground.

After taking only a few steps, the surrounding gray fog suddenly dissipated.

The scenery changed, and I was transported to the familiar woodlands of Yaowang Mountain.

Sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled golden shadows.

A gentle breeze caressed the sand, and a young girl in green carrying a medicine basket appeared. She squatted down by a tree and used tools to pick a black mushroom-shaped medicinal herb.

Xi Heng's footsteps broke a dead branch, causing the other person to turn around.

One is ethereal and graceful, the other is worldly and weary.

"We meet again." However, it was the herb-gathering girl who spoke first: "It's been a long time since we last met, but my question remains the same—am I you?"

Xi Heng shook his head: "There is no distinction between you and me, we are all the same person."

"Really..." The other person pondered for a moment, then asked, "Are you going to become an immortal?"

"Ah."

Why become an immortal?

"This is a wish we made the moment we first heard the legend of the immortals upon arriving in this world," the white-haired girl said. "This wish is about to be fulfilled."

"Then after becoming an immortal, will I still be me?" the other person asked.

Xi Heng explained: "We have simply walked from the starting point to the end point. No matter what the road is like, the traveler himself remains the same."

The herb-gathering girl accepted this answer, nodded, and then asked:

"After becoming immortals, will we, like in those legends, suddenly become filled with divine qualities and lose our humanity?"

"will not."

"But if one does not shed one's mortal nature, how can one become an immortal? And what kind of immortal would one become?"

"If I abandon my mortal heart, how am I any different from a half-immortal who has lost his self?" Xi Heng said.

"I still want to maintain this kind of life in the mortal world with everyone. I want to drink cola and watch movies, and do anything that I wanted to do and could do when I was a mortal. I won't give up these things."

Upon hearing this, the other party chuckled and said, "As expected of myself."

She waved her hand, and the surrounding gray fog gathered again.

Finally, only a faint sound remained:

"Come on."

Xi Heng watched as the mist engulfed the other person's figure, then gathered before his eyes, and nodded gently in response.

Continuing onward, stepping on the gray earth, after a few more steps crossed a threshold and entered a mountainside pharmacy called Kangcaoge.

The moment the footsteps hit the floor, the gray mist dissipated again, and a simple "Welcome" came from the counter beside me.

Xi Heng raised his hand to the girl in the pharmacy and said, "Long time no see."

"Yes," the other person nodded and said, "Last time when you advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, we let you go easily, but this time it might be different."

"We're all the same person, so can you let me easily overcome my tribulations and become an immortal?" Xi Heng pouted.

"Becoming an immortal requires the support of your past 'self,' so in case you become a bad person in the future, you need to be properly tested." The other party shook his finger.

“I have already saved the entire void, how could I be a bad person?” Xi Heng revealed his identity as the savior.

“Our memories are currently shared, which is already a plus,” the other person smiled and said, “That’s why I only have one question for you—”

"what?"

"If you only have one life to live, and you know that you have no hope of cultivating with your own aptitude, why would you still choose to pursue the path of immortality?" Curiosity shone in the other person's bright eyes.

This was a question posed to her by a mortal, not even a martial artist, suffering from a serious illness and guarding the counter of a pharmacy, using his ordinary mind.

The opponent is physically weak and currently has difficulty even developing qi and blood through martial arts training.

With this physique, one cannot possibly attain the path of immortality.

The ability to reincarnate and reload saves does not exist in this 'past' Xi Heng.

"Yes." Xi Heng's true form replied quite simply: "How do you know there's no hope if you don't try? Giving up just because the current situation is difficult is not my style."

"Even if it's like back then, finding a Ganoderma lucidum on a cliff in the mountains, and realizing the cliff face is treacherous and there's nothing to save your life, would you still risk going to get it?" the other person asked again.

“Even if the situation is more difficult, even if we are in the deepest hell, as long as we can see the road ahead, we must go on,” Xi Heng said freely.

"So handsome," the other person exclaimed.

In this experience, the concept of 'lie' did not exist.

All the words were spoken directly from the heart, without the slightest doubt or wavering.

If, having reached this level, one still harbors any doubts or hesitations, then Xi Heng would have no need to come here to become an immortal.

"I never imagined I'd look like this in the future," the girl from the pharmacy said.

Xi Heng swayed slightly as if to demonstrate, and asked, "Are you satisfied?"

"After all, you are already a savior of the world. Even if we want to ask more questions, we really can't find fault with you... Please continue on your way."

After saying that, the other person waved goodbye.

Then the gray fog reappeared, obscuring its figure.

At the same time, it also blurs and transforms the familiar pharmacy scene.

The white-haired girl returned to the once empty, gray earth and continued her stroll.

After a while, the view suddenly opened up again, and they arrived at the Sword Academy.

Inside the courtyard square, many graceful women were practicing swordplay and dancing, their movements creating a series of sharp, rhythmic sounds.

The hem of her clothes billowed in the wind, her movements were agile and powerful.

Beside the spring, the past self, dressed in red and white sword attire, was talking with Senior Sister Hongmiao, drinking water from a bamboo tube, occasionally chuckling softly during their conversation.

Seeing this scene, Xi Heng's eyes also showed a hint of reminiscence.

He stopped walking, which drew the attention of himself, dressed in swordsmanship, in the distance.

After a moment's hesitation, the other party grabbed a wooden sword from the side and leaned closer.

The people around them, however, seemed not to have seen them at all, and continued practicing their sword moves.

The girl from the Sword Academy had already approached. After waving and greeting her, she said simply:

"My question is simpler—you, in the future, still have feelings for your senior sister, right?"

Xi Heng replied, "I think about it all the time."

"That's good." The other party twirled his sword: "It would be disrespectful to wield a sword against a great cultivator who is about to become an immortal. Today is a rare opportunity, so take one of my swords and you'll pass the test."

"I never thought I could have such thoughts..." the white-haired girl thought to herself.

This experience is not only about gradually gaining the support of various mortals from the past.

At the same time, the change in perspective also gave her a clearer understanding of her past.

Before the thought even began, the opponent had already turned and prepared to unleash a sword strike, his movements fluid and graceful.

His footsteps stirred up fallen leaves and dust on the stone pavement, and his expression was one of unwavering determination and utmost focus.

During this time, Xi Heng glimpsed that this ultimate meaning was her original intention in seeking the Dao and immortality.

The next instant, the sword in his hand transformed into a sharp blade to parry.

Despite using a plain wooden sword, the opponent was able to clash with a sword formed from spiritual light.

A strange metallic clang rang out between the two swords clashing, and after the clang faded, the figure before them slowly disappeared.

The gray fog receded again, and everything that had just happened seemed to be nothing more than an illusion.

However, Xi Heng himself knew that what he saw was not a hallucination of inner demons, but a real past that time had cast upon him.

Each version of oneself in a given situation is also a true reflection of one's past self.

In the blink of an eye, just a few steps later, the gray fog dissipated again.

Immediately afterwards, Xi Heng saw many of his past selves.

For example, after leaving the Sword Academy, there was the self on the journey to the chaotic capital, the self exhausted after the Great Zhao Dynasty ascended the throne, and the self on the sea accompanying Chen Fenghuo in his quest for immortality.