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

Chapter 315: You Mustn’t
“Master, the aura of that Xuan Shui spiritual root cultivator just vanished!”
Immortal Yuyao, who had been sitting in the Phoenix Pavilion gleefully planning her ascension, immediately turned pale when she heard that.
“How could it disappear? Quick, use the Heavenly Mirror and run the deduction again!”
“Master, we’ve already tried several times… but it really… really just disappeared…”
Hearing that, how could Immortal Yuyao stay seated?
She instantly yanked open the curtain and stormed out, pointing at the disciples and elders gathered outside. She lashed out without holding back, “Useless fools! You can’t even handle such a minor task properly! What does this Venerable One even keep you around for? Do I have to personally operate the Heavenly Mirror now?!”
Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to speak.
Immortal Yuyao took a deep breath, then walked up to the Heavenly Mirror and placed her hands on its surface. Her immense power in the Great Ascension Stage poured out in torrents. The mirror trembled under the terrifying pressure, its surface rippling like water and letting out creaking groans.
This—this was what it meant to be a cultivator at the Great Ascension Stage!
All of them combined couldn’t stir the Heavenly Mirror like this. But the Master alone made it shine brighter than ever, flooding the surroundings in a silvery glow.
After a while, Immortal Yuyao stopped channeling her power.
Her brows were furrowed, her face shifting from green to red. Her hands, hanging at her sides, trembled ever so slightly.
“Master, what did you find? Did you locate that Xuan Shui spiritual root cultivator?”
An elder flatteringly added, “As expected, only Master could handle this. How could we possibly match your might?”
“Elder Hua Qing speaks the truth. Who in this world could ever escape Master’s divine sight?”
“Silence!” Immortal Yuyao suddenly roared, silencing all the elders at once.
Just now, even after using the Heavenly Mirror, she hadn’t seen a thing.
Not even at the Great Ascension Stage could she figure out where the Xuan Shui spiritual root cultivator had gone…
This kind of uncertainty had never happened before—but it wasn’t the first time this year. The same thing had happened when she tried to deduce the Sword Pavilion’s and the Sword Pavilion Ancestor’s whereabouts—the heavens were obscured, everything cloaked in mist. It felt like if she could just part the fog, she’d see it all… but she was always just a bit too short.
Only someone in the Third Tribulation of the Great Ascension Stage could probably see through it.
Still, she couldn’t let that show.
She steadied herself and said calmly, “You are all respected elders of the Yaochi Sacred Land. Is it proper to bicker and suck up like this? This Venerable One has already discovered the location of the Xuan Shui spiritual root cultivator. The target has been constantly on the move—it’s not easy to capture them. From now on, I will personally oversee the Heavenly Mirror. Go do what you need to do—disperse!”
The elders and disciples of Yaochi all suddenly had a moment of realization.
So that’s how it was.
They had almost thought the Master failed to deduce the cultivator’s location.
Turns out the target had just been moving the whole time.
So cunning!
Now that Immortal Yuyao was handling the Heavenly Mirror herself, they were more than happy to leave. One by one, they dispersed.
Only Immortal Yuyao remained, staring blankly at the silent Heavenly Mirror.
…
Meanwhile, in the Small World—
“This Venerable One and Master Mengchu hit it off right away. As they say, why wait for another day when today is perfect? With our fellow cultivators here as witnesses, why don’t we swear brotherhood right now?” On Luoxia Peak, Chen Huaian clapped Zhang Mengchu on the shoulder, grinning ear to ear.
Zhang Mengchu was now the actual ruler of the True Martial Sacred Land.
If he could rope them in as allies—maybe even bring the entire True Martial Sacred Land into the Small World in the future…
Then his Sect Summoning Token could even summon cultivators from the True Martial Sacred Land!
He’d already discovered that after refining the Lingxi Valley, the summoning token gained the ability to recruit disciples from there. The same happened with the Alchemy Sect after he refined it. If he could refine the True Martial Sacred Land too… the number of elders at the Void Fusion Stage there was definitely more than just Zhang Mengchu. Not to mention those in the Integration Stage.
At those levels, they’d basically be walking nukes in the modern world.
He had to swear brotherhood!
Right here, right now!
Zhang Mengchu hadn’t expected Chen Huaian—a scary old monster at the eighth stage of the Void Fusion Realm—to be so approachable and down-to-earth.
He himself had once been a wandering swordsman on the martial paths, after all.
He really did want to swear brotherhood with this Sword Saint, but… thinking of his own dangerous plan, he shook his head in the end.
“Sword Saint Chen, I deeply appreciate your kindness. But this old Daoist is just a man walking toward death. No need to swear anything with a half-dead body.”
Chen Huaian raised a brow. “This Venerable One sees your complexion is rosy, your foundation firm, and your life force thriving. How are you ‘walking toward death’?”
Zhang Mengchu cupped his fists and said openly, “Didn’t you wonder how I suddenly ended up with a Xuan Shui spiritual root?” He pulled out his severed sword and metal roots, showing them to Chen Huaian. “It’s because I destroyed my other two roots to obtain the Xuan Shui spiritual root. I tempered it using the Sword Intent of Profound Yin.”
Everyone gasped.
Chen Huaian twitched at the sight of the bloody spiritual roots.
He cut out his own spiritual roots?! That savage?
And he even dropped a whole realm.
The Void Fusion Stage—dropping a realm here might mean never recovering in this lifetime.
“What drove you to this?” Chen Huaian already had a bad feeling.
Was Zhang Mengchu planning to sacrifice himself to assassinate someone like Jing Ke did to the First Emperor?
“I plan to walk right into the trap. If I can take Immortal Yuyao down with me, it would be a worthy price for purging a scourge from the Cangyun Realm, and avenging True Martial Sacred Land’s blood feud with Yaochi Sacred Land. As for the Burning Purity Sect… that’ll have to wait.”
Zhang Mengchu sighed, laying his plan bare.
“I’ve cultivated a secret technique—so long as I don’t expose myself, no one will be able to see through my cultivation…”
He paused here, glancing subconsciously at Chen Huaian.
“But I still don’t know how you saw through my identity. My plan, once foolproof, now feels a little shaky. In any case, I have two possible moves. First: approach Immortal Yuyao and detonate my soul during her most vulnerable moment. Second: kill the vessel she plans to possess.”
“Senior, you mustn’t!” Before he could finish, Su Qinian, who had been behind Chen Huaian, suddenly spoke up.
Zhang Mengchu chuckled, clasping his hands behind his back and gazing at the setting sun. “The True Martial Sacred Land has treated me with boundless kindness. My life is worthless—it came with nothing and will leave with nothing. If my death can take that demoness Yuyao down, and bring peace to the Cangyun Realm, then why not?”
“That’s not what I meant,” Su Qinian hesitated before murmuring, “What I mean is… the vessel Immortal Yuyao picked is my personal disciple—Yue Qianchi… If you kill Yue Qianchi, that really won’t do…”
Zhang Mengchu’s smile froze.
Oh.
So he wasn’t worried about the self-detonation.
He just didn’t want his precious disciple to die, huh?
Very well, Sword Pavilion Master.
Zhang would remember this.
…
…