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

Author: 宇宙无敌暴龙烧鹅

Chapter 548: Forced Retreat

Chapter 548: Forced Retreat
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This sword intent merely swept past Tu Shan Yue's front. The demonic energy erupting from her body melted away like snow meeting scorching flames. The fox fires on her tails extinguished one by one, the wildness on her face disappearing as she returned to her charming and lovely appearance.
"White Sword, you've finally come."
She wasn't angry at all, nor did she care about being suppressed into resembling an ordinary demon. She simply gazed affectionately at the white-clad figure standing in the void.
Admittedly, her attack on Chen Huaian had partly been to strip his soul and claim it as her own plaything. But her main goal had been to lure out White Sword. Sword Master Chen resembled White Sword so much—they must be related. She was certain White Sword would come. If he didn't, she'd lose nothing. Now that he had come, she wanted to see how White Sword would handle Sword Master Chen. Would they acknowledge each other? Fight fiercely? Or... merge into one?!
She watched White Sword with great interest, her eyes full of curiosity and anticipation. Unfortunately, White Sword still didn't reveal his true face today. He wore a mask, and behind it, those indifferent eyes looked down upon all living things without a trace of vitality.
"White Sword!"
"Why is White Sword here?"
Yuyao glared at Tu Shan Yue, clearly sensing something off about how the fox demon looked at White Sword. That gaze was full of inquiry, delight, and a faint trace of affection.
"Damn it! A wild vixen dares to covet an immortal?!" Yuyao clenched her fists. At this moment, all her hatred was directed at Tu Shan Yue. As for Sword Master Chen? What was he? Just a dog at the Great Ascension first tribulation realm—was he worth her attention?
The four Great Ascension third tribulation experts each had their own thoughts. The five Demon Saints didn't dare make a sound. The aura of this white-clad swordsman was truly terrifying. If Tu Shan Yue and Burning Heaven the monk felt like insurmountable mountains to them, then this white-clad swordsman was the heavens themselves! Forget surmounting—they couldn't even touch him!
Since when did humans have such a terrifying swordsman? Was this swordsman related to Moon Shadow Sect or True Martial Holy Land? If so, they should have said so earlier! Those four high-grade spirit veins weren't absolutely necessary to reclaim—they could have been given as gifts.
While everyone was lost in their thoughts, White Sword simply stared at Tu Shan Yue and said calmly, "Fox, return with me."
Tu Shan Yue clasped her hands behind her back, putting on an innocent smile. "Brother White Sword, today I met someone who looks just like you! Could you be brothers?" She carefully observed White Sword's reaction, but those eyes behind the mask remained unfathomable, as if he hadn't heard her at all.
White Sword's voice remained completely flat: "Return with me." Then he added, "Stop fooling around."
Those last three words alone made Tu Shan Yue's heart blossom with joy. Though White Sword's tone hadn't changed at all, to Tu Shan Yue's ears and heart, those words were him coaxing her.
"Alright." The usually wild nine-tailed fox demon obediently nodded. She flew to White Sword's side and said almost coquettishly, "I'll go back quietly. Can we play chess?"
"Fine." White Sword nodded.
"Then... I want to play ten games!"
White Sword nodded again.
Tu Shan Yue was satisfied. Before, she'd have had to wait days in Peach Blossom Spring just to play one game with White Sword. Now, by causing this little scene, she'd gotten ten games—a definite profit.
From White Sword's reaction, she'd already discerned that he didn't want Sword Master Chen to recognize him. The two must have some connection, but White Sword wanted to keep it secret. This relationship wasn't hostile, but it certainly wasn't friendly either. Since White Sword wanted to keep it secret, she'd help him. As long as Sword Master Chen wasn't White Sword's illegitimate child—if he were, White Sword wouldn't be so calm.
Hadn't she left the Void Abyss precisely to find out what White Sword cared about? Now she knew. White Sword didn't want Chen Huaian to die. Chen Huaian was an important tool to White Sword. This had nothing to do with women, much less love. Knowing this was enough for her. If White Sword didn't bring up other matters, she wouldn't ask.
"Your Eminence, if you leave, what about us?"
The five Demon Saints stared dumbfounded as Tu Shan Yue prepared to leave with the white-clad swordsman. If Tu Shan Yue left, wouldn't they five be nothing more than dishes on a platter? Forget Old Demon Xiao and Burning Heaven the monk—one-on-one, they might not even be Sword Master Chen's match.
Tu Shan Yue glanced back at the five Demon Saints, feeling both pity and exasperation at their lack of perception. "Then why don't you come with me? Don't you have legs? What are your brains for?"
The five Demon Saints exchanged looks. Mountain-Moving Sage clasped his hands and said with a bitter smile, "We... we don't dare..."
"What's there to fear? Would I and White Sword eat you?" Tu Shan Yue placed her hands on her hips. Seeing her like this, the five Demon Saints reasoned that she must be on good terms with the white-clad swordsman, so they hesitantly followed.
As for reclaiming those four spirit veins... they didn't dare think about that for now. Today's scare was enough to make them stay quietly in the Hundred Thousand Mountains for a long, long time.
White Sword and Tu Shan Yue left with the five Demon Saints. Yuyao didn't dare follow, continuing to hide and scheme. Only Chen Huaian, Old Demon Xiao, and the highly vigilant Burning Heaven the monk remained.
Things were getting out of control. In the blink of an eye, his allies were gone, leaving him alone facing two Great Ascension demonic cultivators. How the hell was he supposed to handle that?
"Old Demon Xiao, I'll remember today's events!" Burning Heaven the monk snorted coldly as he retreated step by step. "And Sword Master Chen—you can't wrap fire in paper! You might hide it for a day, but not a lifetime! Have you considered how your disciples will look at you when they learn you're a demonic cultivator?"
These words were practically a declaration to Chen Huaian and Old Demon Xiao that this monk planned to make trouble—to expose Chen Huaian's identity as a demonic cultivator. So Burning Heaven the monk wasn't stupid. Before his words even faded, he'd already retreated to a safe distance, transforming into a golden cicada and fleeing with a "whoosh." Only his furious echoes remained in the void:
"I'll remember you both."
"I'll return to deliver you to salvation! Just you wait!"
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Old Demon Xiao didn't chase Burning Heaven the monk. At their level, letting a fleeing enemy go was wisest—they all had too many tricks up their sleeves. He feared that if he gave chase, Burning Heaven might emerge from some corner to "deliver" Chen Huaian. What a promising junior! The hope for Heavenly Demon Sect's rise couldn't be ruined by some stinking monk!
Xiao Feng turned to Chen Huaian, intending to get closer and inquire carefully about his identity. But he found Chen Huaian staring blankly in the direction White Sword had left.
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