Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?

Chapter 314: Why Don’t We Form an Alliance?
"As expected, the Holy Land of Jade Pool is dead set on securing the Profound Water Root. The moment this poor Daoist mutated into a Profound Water Root user, the Heavenly Fate Calculation locked onto me..."
Zhang Mengchu squinted slightly as he looked up at the sky, where clouds churned and winds shifted.
The feeling of being peered at by fate was deeply unpleasant.
Under normal circumstances, he’d trace it back and retaliate.
But right now, he was pretending to be a Nascent Soul-stage rogue cultivator. He had to endure.
Yet just a second later, another wave of that invasive peering came again. It was weaker than before, with a completely different aura, from a different direction too.
"Strange..." Zhang Mengchu froze slightly.
Was there another faction besides the Jade Pool that needed the Profound Water Root?
That seemed possible.
Although the two Holy Lands cooperated on the surface, both Real Person Yuyao and Reverend Karma were obsessed with becoming immortals. They could turn on each other at any moment depending on which side got more out of the deal.
His plan was simple:
Use his identity as a Profound Water Root user to infiltrate the Holy Land of Jade Pool.
If there was a chance to heavily wound Real Person Yuyao, he would take it. If he could kill her, even better.
If not, he’d sabotage her plans—by releasing or killing the Five-Element Perfect Physique vessel. That way, Real Person Yuyao would never become immortal, and once her lifespan ran out, she’d have no way forward.
Deep down, he didn’t like harming the innocent.
But to avenge the True Martial Holy Land, and to make sure this disgusting plan to rob someone’s talent never came to fruition, he had to make sure her scheme died before it was born.
That would be her last act of madness.
Once she and Reverend Karma were gone, the Cangyun Realm would finally see a period of peace. Sure, resources were dwindling, but it’d still last at least another era...
Soon, Zhang Mengchu sensed a powerful cultivator rapidly approaching.
Also a Void Fusion Realm cultivator. The moment they neared, sword intent surged so sharply that the grass and trees on the mountain bent and snapped under the pressure.
Zhang Mengchu calmed his breathing, crossed his legs, and sat in meditation—disguised as a Nascent Soul rogue cultivator in the middle of cultivation.
He had a hunch this person wasn’t from the Jade Pool.
Three breaths later, a flash of sword light streaked in from the west and landed nearby, transforming into a black-robed, silver-haired swordsman with a Black Scales Sword at his waist.
Zhang Mengchu cracked an eye open.
And couldn't help but marvel—was it possible for a cultivator to look this handsome?
That aura, that sharp gaze.
No doubt about it—this was a true sword cultivator.
He, Zhang Mengchu, was also a sword cultivator.
And when one sword cultivator looked at another, there was always this strange sense of camaraderie.
But now wasn’t the time to break cover. He was just a Nascent Soul rogue, after all.
So he shut his eyes again and decided to wait and see.
Chen Huaian landed and instantly spotted the man meditating on the rock.
At first, he thought he was mistaken. The outfit didn’t match—Zhang Mengchu should’ve looked like some immortal sage. The cultivation didn’t match either—Zhang was at Seventh Stage of Void Fusion, and he, at Eighth, should see through that like glass.
But as soon as he focused on the scholar-looking man—
A prompt popped up.
Fake... fake cultivation?
Hiding his realm?!
What the h*ll!?
Chen Huaian was stunned.
He was Eighth Stage of Void Fusion and couldn’t see through the disguise?
Why was it called “Void Fusion”? Because it meant seeing through all illusion.
At this stage, there should be no more lies in the world—only truth.
Yet here, right before his eyes, Zhang Mengchu had hidden his realm completely. If not for the system prompt, he’d have never known.
“This old guy... really something.”
Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes.
He’d just awakened a Profound Water Root, now he was hiding his realm?
This Zhang Mengchu was clearly plotting something.
"Zhang Mengchu."
Chen Huaian called out.
Zhang Mengchu’s heart skipped a beat mid-meditation.
But he kept his face calm, pretending not to hear. As if he weren’t the one being called at all.
"Zhang Mengchu, drop the act. This Venerable One knows it’s you—you’re the one meditating on that rock!"
Zhang Mengchu opened his eyes with a confused look.
“Senior, are you speaking to me?” He pointed at himself. “But I’m not Zhang Mengchu.”
“Pretty convincing performance,” Chen Huaian folded his arms over his sword and chuckled. “You just awakened your Profound Water Root, didn’t you? Just dropped from Eighth to Seventh Stage, right? You’re not the Supreme Elder of True Martial Holy Land?”
Each line struck home.
Zhang Mengchu’s heart sank a little more with every word.
Seeing his identity so cleanly exposed, he dropped the act. He rose from the rock, right hand resting lightly on his sword hilt, eyes wary.
“And who are you, to see through my disguise?”
“This Venerable One is the Sword Pavilion Patriarch—Chen Huaian!”
“The Sword Master of Poetry?!” Zhang Mengchu gave him another once-over and immediately confirmed it.
No way the witches of the Jade Pool could fake that kind of sword cultivator aura.
The feeling of camaraderie from earlier only grew stronger.
“An honor, truly—hahaha!” Zhang Mengchu cupped his hands in greeting, his voice cheerful and youthful while his words were old-fashioned. “This old Daoist has long wanted to pay you a visit, Sword Master of Poetry. Just been caught up in too many affairs. Then today, another incident popped up on the way here, so...”
“So, it was you who killed Real Person Qionghua?” Chen Huaian asked on purpose.
He already knew the answer.
He just wanted to see if Zhang Mengchu was straightforward.
“Yep.” Zhang Mengchu nodded without hesitation. “Ran into her when she was just a Divine Soul. Had some things I needed clarified. So I had a nice deep conversation with her. But I guess I went a bit too hard. Accidentally talked her to death, haha.”
Chen Huaian’s mouth twitched.
He honestly couldn’t tell if it was Zhang Mengchu who had issues—or his words that had issues.
“So, did you get your answers?”
“I did.” A flicker of rage and sorrow crossed Zhang Mengchu’s eyes. “Turns out it really was the Holy Land of Jade Pool and Burning Purification Holy Land who ruined my True Martial Holy Land. I suspected it before—but now, I know for sure. She told me everything.”
Chen Huaian let out a quiet breath.
Not just from Zhang Mengchu’s words.
But because the light dot representing him on the map had turned green.
That meant Zhang Mengchu was now a friendly unit.
No more need for suspicion—it was safe to assume he’d been telling the truth.
The True Martial Holy Land really hadn’t colluded with the two Holy Lands.
That made them a reliable ally.
“My Sword Pavilion has disciples harmed by the Jade Pool as well—one is still trapped inside. Like they say: the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Why don’t we... form an alliance?”
Zhang Mengchu locked eyes with Chen Huaian.
Silence hung for a beat.
Then—
Both men smiled warmly at the same time.
But behind those gentle smiles, was a seething killing intent aimed straight at the Jade Pool and Burning Purification.
“This isn’t the place to talk. Why don’t you come with me to my Small World for a chat?”
“Gladly!”