I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

After about half an hour, Du Youqian heard the faint snap of a dry twig from the distant woods.

Anyone else might have dismissed it as an auditory hallucination in the dead of night, or perhaps the sound of a small animal moving through the forest.

But Du Youqian not only heard the sound, he also felt a murderous aura.

There was no mistake. It was an enemy.

He stood up and glanced at Qing He.

The campfire had long been extinguished, leaving only a faint red glow in the embers.

But with a bright moon and few stars, visibility was quite good.

Qing He, of course, looked dreadful. She was trembling uncontrollably, whether from the cold or from fear.

’Her acting is pretty good.’

Du Youqian was actually ninety percent certain she was the mole.

Still, after a moment’s thought, he decided to keep her around.

It wasn’t to feed the enemy false information or anything like that.

Frankly, his pursuers were just Mortals. He could crush them with sheer power, no strategy required. Brute force was the most convenient path.

He was keeping Qing He only because it was somewhat inconvenient to be without a servant in the middle of nowhere.

’Even just having her wash clothes and prepare some food is better than doing it all myself.’

The sound of footsteps grew closer.

From the sound of it, there were five of them.

Four were approaching from where the footsteps originated, while another was sneaking up from behind. This last one made no sound and had even concealed their aura quite well.

But they couldn’t escape Du Youqian’s perception.

In truth, this body’s constitution was originally quite good. The reason its miraculous nature was gone and it was now on the verge of death wasn’t due to illness, but poison.

And it was by no means an ordinary poison from the Mortal World.

How did Du Youqian know?

Because this was the diagnosis given by Zeng Baoming—who had already reached Core Formation—when Baili Yingxiong took him to the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion seeking a cure.

Qing He’s face grew even more ghastly, but she no longer begged Du Youqian to flee. She just stood there with her head lowered, as if quietly waiting for death.

It was as if she had completely given up on the Young Master, who was preparing to fight with a whittled Wooden Sword.

’I’m quite interested to see what happens now,’ Du Youqian thought. ’She and the mastermind behind all this have been creating a sense of urgency, trying to force me to retrieve Ancestor Baili Shang’s keepsake.’

’Now that I’ve stopped running, will they change their strategy?’

The pursuers finally revealed themselves.

They were all masked and dressed in black, wielding ordinary Ring-Headed Sabers, with no details that might reveal their identities.

"Last remnant of Xianlai Castle, why aren’t you running? Finally resigned to your fate?" the leader asked, a mocking glint in his eyes. "I never thought a sickly weakling like you, who can’t even lift a finger, would be so stubborn. You actually managed to evade our pursuit for three months. But it all ends here."

Du Youqian sized them up, nonchalantly rested the Wooden Sword on his shoulder, and smiled. "Your Swordsmanship foundations are not bad. You’d be considered second-rate experts in the Jianghu. In some county towns, you could probably act as local tyrants or gather bandits in the mountains. Even in Xianlai Castle, you could hold your own against the Inner Disciples. I imagine your statuses aren’t low, are they?"

A flash of astonishment crossed the masked man’s eyes, clearly surprised that Du Youqian was so fearless and articulate in the face of death.

"You’ve got some guts. It seems the rumors were wrong; you’re not completely useless. But don’t even think about digging into our background. Even if we told you, you wouldn’t live to tell anyone else."

Du Youqian laughed. "You misunderstand... I’m not trying to find out about you. Really, I have no interest in where you came from. I just want to know how many more experts are ranked above you in your organization. How many more batches will I have to kill before the mastermind shows themself, or gives up?"

The masked man and his companions exchanged glances, then he shook his head. "I thought you had guts. Turns out you’re just a lunatic."

With that, he raised his saber. "Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick!"

He moved like a flash, as agile as a leopard, and charged at Du Youqian, the sharp Ring-Headed Saber aimed straight for his neck.

With Du Youqian’s eyesight, however, he could see that the man’s landing point wasn’t directly in front of him, but to his side. The Ring-Headed Saber in his hand also shifted; he wasn’t going to strike with the edge of the blade, but with its flat, likely intending to knock him unconscious.

’So my analysis was correct. After I stopped running and prepared for a direct confrontation, they changed their strategy. They’re no longer trying to pressure me into retrieving the keepsake by creating a tense atmosphere.’

’Instead, they plan to capture me alive and torture me to force out the keepsake’s location.’

As he reached Du Youqian, the masked man saw that he still hadn’t made the slightest move, not even twitching a shoulder. He couldn’t tell if Du Youqian was scared stiff or just too slow to react.

A trace of contempt flashed in his eyes. ’A sickly weakling like this dares to stop and fight us? He must be tired of living.’

As he thought this, he quickly reversed his blade, preparing to knock the boy out with the flat of it.

But just then, he felt all the strength drain from his body in an instant.

’What’s happening?’

’Was I poisoned?’

He stopped, bewildered.

Just then, he heard his subordinates cry out in alarm.

’What’s going on?’

He tried to turn his head to look at his men, tried to ask what was wrong.

But he found he couldn’t speak, and at the same time, he felt a sharp pain in his neck.

He tried to breathe but only managed a rasping, gurgling sound, like a broken bellows.

He looked down and saw the Wooden Sword, the one the sickly weakling had been toying with, was now lodged in his throat.

’What happened?’

’Could this kid be hiding his true strength? Is he already an Innate Grandmaster?’

’But I’ve seen Innate Grandmasters before, and their attacks aren’t this bizarre.’

’I didn’t see Du Youqian move at all.’

Filled with bewilderment and confusion, he watched Du Youqian smile as he pulled the Wooden Sword free, watched the blood spurt from his throat.

The world spun. He fell, dazed, his eyes seeing the bright moon and the starry sky, his ears hearing the chirping of insects and the shocked cries and curses of his men.

"What is this Evil Technique!"

"Kill him! Avenge the chief!"

"Don’t be afraid, he’s just a sickly weakling! All three of us, attack together! We’ll chop him into mince meat!"

He heard his subordinates draw their sabers and charge forward.

’It’s useless... they’re all going to die...’ Then he closed his eyes.

In his final moments, he heard the sound of four bodies falling at almost the same time.

’Huh? Why four?’

"Oops, I got carried away. You don’t seem to be with them, are you?"

Du Youqian thrust the Wooden Sword into the earth as if erecting a tombstone, then glanced at the man he had casually stabbed to death—the one who had been sneaking up from behind.

Although this man was also masked and dressed in black, he was fundamentally different from the four who had attacked from the front.

First, this person openly used a Sword, rather than using a saber to conceal his Swordsmanship.

Second, he didn’t have the air of a Death Warrior about him. The four who attacked from the front, despite being second-rate experts in the Jianghu, were likely not famous figures, but Death Warriors cultivated by some powerful faction.

This man, however, felt more like a hired expert from the Jianghu.

As for whether he was right...

Du Youqian fumbled around in his clothes, pulled out a few copper coins, selected three, and tossed them casually.

"Hm, it’s related to the Imperial Family. But whether it’s the Wu Imperial Family is debatable."

With his current skill in Divination, plus the bonus from his "Knowing the Celestial Mandate" status, he could perform a divination about any Cultivator below Foundation Establishment using just a few random leaves.

He didn’t bother burying the bodies. Instead, he called out, "Old Fu! Old Fu!"

A man in his forties—that’s right, though Old Fu was only in his forties, he was already stooped and hunched, his hair and beard were white, and his movements were slow and doddering—stood up awkwardly from the bushes and answered, "This old servant is here!"

He had woken up when Du Youqian was talking to the masked leader.

And he had been hiding in the bushes ever since.

This didn’t exactly fit his image as a loyal servant, hence his embarrassment.

"Come and search these bodies." Du Youqian didn’t hold it against him. After giving the curt order, he returned to Qing He’s side, took her hand, and sat her down.

"Massage my shoulders."

"Oh, oh!" As if in a trance, Qing He still hadn’t fully come to her senses. She mechanically knelt behind Du Youqian and began to massage his shoulders.

"Cough! Cough!" Du Youqian coughed heavily a couple of times.

"Young Master, are you alright?" Qing He asked, subconsciously using the honorific.

Du Youqian watched Old Fu diligently looting the corpses and smiled faintly. "I’m fine. It’s an old problem."

Although his Swordsmanship was leagues above these men...

...his body, after all, had never undergone Cultivation and had been severely poisoned. He was so weak he couldn’t even truss a chicken.

That was why, just now, he had actually used "Blood War to the End," a Secret Technique for Burning Essence Blood that he had created and refined several times in his past life—one that even a Mortal could use.

Of course, since this body was already on its last legs, using the technique had shortened his remaining lifespan even further...

But it didn’t matter.

’I’ll just consider this life a freebie in the Human World.’

A short while later, Old Fu returned with the loot from the bodies and laid it all out before Du Youqian.

With Du Youqian watching him and the thick stench of blood in the air, he naturally didn’t dare to play any tricks.

’He hadn’t understood at all how the Young Master had killed those five men.’

’It was like a magic trick—a poke here, a poke there, with no rhyme or reason. It didn’t look like any kind of profound Swordsmanship; even a child could have made those movements.’

’And those burly, saber-wielding men had acted as if suddenly possessed, foolishly ramming their throats against the Wooden Sword as if actively seeking death.’

He secretly sized up the Young Master, who was now inventorying the items, but quickly averted his gaze, not daring to look for too long.

’This Young Master... he’s truly unfathomable.’

And behind Du Youqian, Qing He, who was massaging his shoulders, was also secretly studying this Young Master whom she had perhaps never truly understood.

She remembered the scenes she had witnessed by his side before she was ten years old—sights that were novel at first, but later became commonplace.

No matter where the Young Master went, all the Swords around him would hum softly, as if paying him their highest respects.

’So, the Young Master really does have a natural-born Sword Heart?’

’Did I... make the wrong choice...?’

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