Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?
Author: 宇宙无敌暴龙烧鹅
Chapter 330: M-My Swordâ¦
Chapter 330: M-My Swordâ¦
Real Person Yuyao felt as if a river of stars was crashing down from the heavens.
That Milky Wayâmysterious and untouchable in the night skyâwas now plunging from the celestial dome straight toward her.
Her teeth chattered. Cold sweat drenched her back in an instant.
Instinctively, she moved to summon a defensive spiritual treasure to block it.
But the strike was already locked in a deadlockâwith the sword intent of the Tianlan Sword.
Two sword intents clashed in the forest sky above, grinding against each other.
There was no thunderous explosion, no deafening clashâonly a chilling, soundless slaughter.
In that unseen battlefield, Real Person Yuyao seemed to glimpse two unparalleled swordmasters dueling, their blades entwined, evenly matched, until their sword intents canceled each other out, and the vision faded.
Its sword intent had been exhausted. It would need time to recover before it could be drawn again. Meanwhile, the figure of the Sword Pavilion Ancestor had vanished.
Real Person Yuyao frowned, her face full of confusion.
She even began to suspect her senses had dulled after falling from the Grand Ascension stage.
The next momentâ
A surge of sword intent exploded from the far distance.
Her gaze snapped toward it.
With a wave of her hand, the forest vanished, and the Holy Land of Jade Pool reappeared.
Thereâright in the middle of the holy landâa vast Milky Way of sword qi sliced diagonally across the terrain, and atop it stood a black-robed man holding a young woman in his right arm.
Grinning wide, Chen Huaian held Yue Qianchi and, with a flicker, exited Real Person Yuyaoâs Small World. With another flicker, he completely disappeared from her divine sense.
In a panic, Real Person Yuyao hurled several spiritual treasures at once. But they all hit nothing but air. Having forcibly activated too many top-tier spiritual treasures, she was left pale and weakened.
She finally realized it.
The Sword Pavilion Ancestor never intended to fight her to the death.
That sword strike had been a diversion. Heâd already withdrawn and snuck into her Holy Land to rescue someone. With his strength, who among the elders here couldâve stopped him?
Only her senior martial sister might have.
But unfortunatelyâ¦
That senior martial sister had long disapproved of her conduct.
If the Sword Pavilion Ancestor came to destroy the Holy Land, her senior sister would definitely intervene.
But if he came just to rescue someone?
She would absolutely turn a blind eye.
All that effortâfor nothing.
The more Real Person Yuyao thought about it, the angrier she got. In a single stride, she stepped into the deepest part of the Holy Land: a cold spring pool.
There, a serene young woman sat cross-legged.
She wore simple white robes. Though she wore no makeup, her beauty was like a painting. True essence pulsed around her bodyâand within it, one could faintly hear thunderclaps.
That was the mark of someone locked onto by Heavenly Tribulation.
The young woman remained silent for a long time, as if she hadnât heard.
Real Person Yuyaoâs expression darkened. She bit her lip and turned to leave.
But a cool voice came from behind her:
Yuyao turned back and stared coldly at the young woman, sneering:
The string of retorts made the young woman frownâbut she had no reply.
She opened her eyes and looked at Yuyao, gaze calm. After a pause, she spoke softly:
This wasnât the first time Yuyao had heard that response.
Her ears were calloused from it by now.
If not for the deep bond between them, she wouldnât have saved her senior sisterâs life back when she was blasted down to a scatter-immortal.
Now she regretted it. Shouldâve let that stubborn mule die back then.
She ran a hand over the cold stone pillar. Her eyes flickered, but her resolve only hardened.
Yuyao flung her sleeve and stormed off.
The cold spring remained silent for a long while.
Eventually, a soft sigh echoed.
Real Person Yuyaoâs footsteps paused slightly.
But she didnât look back. Nor did she reply.
Small World
Chen Huaian laid Yue Qianchi down and instantly vomited a huge mouthful of blood.
This was the first time since playing the Digital Girlfriend game that his projection had been seriously injured. His health bar was down to a third.
And the painâboth physical and spiritualâwas real.
He checked his character status and immediately blacked out from shock.
His entire status page was a wall of debuffs.
Even his Black Scales Sword had cracked.
That hurt more than if he had cracked.
There was no time to return to Luoxia Peak with the unconscious Yue Qianchi.
He immediately sat cross-legged to stabilize his injuries.
That duel with Real Person Yuyaoâthe Tianlan Sword Intent had done the most damage.
The moment that sword was released, he had been pulled into an illusion where he fought an ancient Sword Saint one-on-one.
On the surface, their sword intents looked evenly matched.
But in that illusion, he got utterly wrecked.
If not for the fact that the sword intent from the Green Lotus Sword Manual was on par with Tianlanâs, this projection of his wouldâve been toast.
And that was just one of Yuyaoâs spiritual treasures.
She still had seven others.
She hadnât even used her life-bound artifactâ¦
Even with her cultivation suppressed, Yuyao hadnât truly fought himâjust threw out a few of her usual self-defense treasures and still left him a mess.
The Black Scales Sword was never top-tier to begin with.
Pulling off Galaxy-Falling Sword had already pushed it to its limit.
Then came the clash with Tianlan Sword Intent.
Then it had to slash through the formation sealing the Holy Landâs dungeon.
After all that?
The fact it hadnât outright snapped was a miracle.
Chen Huaian briefly stabilized his condition, then pulled out the Black Scales Sword and gently laid it across his knees.
He caressed it softly and, upon checking its state, his face turned utterly grim.
The sword spirit did not respond.
Normally, it would chirp back the moment it heard his voice.
After all, it was the childâson or daughterâheâd nurtured with his sword intent, day and night.
The Black Scales Sword had slowly evolved from a spiritual weapon to a top-grade spiritual artifact. Heâd thought, with a little more effort, it would break through to the treasure level.
Now?
The blade was crackedâit could still be reforged.
But the sword spirit was on the verge of death.
And what the hell could he use to bring that back?
â¦
â¦
Real Person Yuyao felt as if a river of stars was crashing down from the heavens.
That Milky Wayâmysterious and untouchable in the night skyâwas now plunging from the celestial dome straight toward her.
Her teeth chattered. Cold sweat drenched her back in an instant.
Instinctively, she moved to summon a defensive spiritual treasure to block it.
But the strike was already locked in a deadlockâwith the sword intent of the Tianlan Sword.
Two sword intents clashed in the forest sky above, grinding against each other.
There was no thunderous explosion, no deafening clashâonly a chilling, soundless slaughter.
In that unseen battlefield, Real Person Yuyao seemed to glimpse two unparalleled swordmasters dueling, their blades entwined, evenly matched, until their sword intents canceled each other out, and the vision faded.
Its sword intent had been exhausted. It would need time to recover before it could be drawn again. Meanwhile, the figure of the Sword Pavilion Ancestor had vanished.
Real Person Yuyao frowned, her face full of confusion.
She even began to suspect her senses had dulled after falling from the Grand Ascension stage.
The next momentâ
A surge of sword intent exploded from the far distance.
Her gaze snapped toward it.
With a wave of her hand, the forest vanished, and the Holy Land of Jade Pool reappeared.
Thereâright in the middle of the holy landâa vast Milky Way of sword qi sliced diagonally across the terrain, and atop it stood a black-robed man holding a young woman in his right arm.
Grinning wide, Chen Huaian held Yue Qianchi and, with a flicker, exited Real Person Yuyaoâs Small World. With another flicker, he completely disappeared from her divine sense.
In a panic, Real Person Yuyao hurled several spiritual treasures at once. But they all hit nothing but air. Having forcibly activated too many top-tier spiritual treasures, she was left pale and weakened.
She finally realized it.
The Sword Pavilion Ancestor never intended to fight her to the death.
That sword strike had been a diversion. Heâd already withdrawn and snuck into her Holy Land to rescue someone. With his strength, who among the elders here couldâve stopped him?
Only her senior martial sister might have.
But unfortunatelyâ¦
That senior martial sister had long disapproved of her conduct.
If the Sword Pavilion Ancestor came to destroy the Holy Land, her senior sister would definitely intervene.
But if he came just to rescue someone?
She would absolutely turn a blind eye.
All that effortâfor nothing.
The more Real Person Yuyao thought about it, the angrier she got. In a single stride, she stepped into the deepest part of the Holy Land: a cold spring pool.
There, a serene young woman sat cross-legged.
She wore simple white robes. Though she wore no makeup, her beauty was like a painting. True essence pulsed around her bodyâand within it, one could faintly hear thunderclaps.
That was the mark of someone locked onto by Heavenly Tribulation.
The young woman remained silent for a long time, as if she hadnât heard.
Real Person Yuyaoâs expression darkened. She bit her lip and turned to leave.
But a cool voice came from behind her:
Yuyao turned back and stared coldly at the young woman, sneering:
The string of retorts made the young woman frownâbut she had no reply.
She opened her eyes and looked at Yuyao, gaze calm. After a pause, she spoke softly:
This wasnât the first time Yuyao had heard that response.
Her ears were calloused from it by now.
If not for the deep bond between them, she wouldnât have saved her senior sisterâs life back when she was blasted down to a scatter-immortal.
Now she regretted it. Shouldâve let that stubborn mule die back then.
She ran a hand over the cold stone pillar. Her eyes flickered, but her resolve only hardened.
Yuyao flung her sleeve and stormed off.
The cold spring remained silent for a long while.
Eventually, a soft sigh echoed.
Real Person Yuyaoâs footsteps paused slightly.
But she didnât look back. Nor did she reply.
Small World
Chen Huaian laid Yue Qianchi down and instantly vomited a huge mouthful of blood.
This was the first time since playing the Digital Girlfriend game that his projection had been seriously injured. His health bar was down to a third.
And the painâboth physical and spiritualâwas real.
He checked his character status and immediately blacked out from shock.
His entire status page was a wall of debuffs.
Even his Black Scales Sword had cracked.
That hurt more than if he had cracked.
There was no time to return to Luoxia Peak with the unconscious Yue Qianchi.
He immediately sat cross-legged to stabilize his injuries.
That duel with Real Person Yuyaoâthe Tianlan Sword Intent had done the most damage.
The moment that sword was released, he had been pulled into an illusion where he fought an ancient Sword Saint one-on-one.
On the surface, their sword intents looked evenly matched.
But in that illusion, he got utterly wrecked.
If not for the fact that the sword intent from the Green Lotus Sword Manual was on par with Tianlanâs, this projection of his wouldâve been toast.
And that was just one of Yuyaoâs spiritual treasures.
She still had seven others.
She hadnât even used her life-bound artifactâ¦
Even with her cultivation suppressed, Yuyao hadnât truly fought himâjust threw out a few of her usual self-defense treasures and still left him a mess.
The Black Scales Sword was never top-tier to begin with.
Pulling off Galaxy-Falling Sword had already pushed it to its limit.
Then came the clash with Tianlan Sword Intent.
Then it had to slash through the formation sealing the Holy Landâs dungeon.
After all that?
The fact it hadnât outright snapped was a miracle.
Chen Huaian briefly stabilized his condition, then pulled out the Black Scales Sword and gently laid it across his knees.
He caressed it softly and, upon checking its state, his face turned utterly grim.
The sword spirit did not respond.
Normally, it would chirp back the moment it heard his voice.
After all, it was the childâson or daughterâheâd nurtured with his sword intent, day and night.
The Black Scales Sword had slowly evolved from a spiritual weapon to a top-grade spiritual artifact. Heâd thought, with a little more effort, it would break through to the treasure level.
Now?
The blade was crackedâit could still be reforged.
But the sword spirit was on the verge of death.
And what the hell could he use to bring that back?
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