Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 575: So This Is How Big Brother Is?!

Chapter 575: So This Is How Big Brother Is?!

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The facts proved that in life-or-death situations,

Human potential becomes greatly activated.

Under normal circumstances, Zhang Mengchu felt he might never be able to crack the ancestor's formation in his lifetime.

But under the threat of death, he exhausted all his abilities, coupled with continuous inspiration flooding his mind...

He succeeded!

"I did it! Hahahaha! This old man succeeded!"

Zhang Mengchu opened his eyes and threw his head back with three wild laughs.

As he stood up to begin reinforcing the formation, he suddenly felt a shadow enveloping him.

Zhang Mengchu shivered, an ominous premonition rising in his heart.

He twisted his stiff neck, slowly looking upward.

He saw a disheveled woman standing before him.

She clung to the shield activated by the great formation like a female ghost, her pair of crimson peach blossom eyes fixed on him like a hunting she-wolf.

What terrified Zhang Mengchu even more was that the original ninety-nine restrictions had now been reduced to just one layer.

'Crack crack—'

He watched as the shield where Master Yuyao's hands gripped it gradually fractured, spiderweb-like cracks spreading outward.

Without doubt—the final restriction was about to shatter.

Zhang Mengchu now faced three questions.

First, had he been meditating for very long? Why had Master Yuyao torn through ninety-nine restrictions leaving only one?

Second, what exactly was the special situation the ancestor mentioned?

Third, if the ancestor didn't arrive soon, would he die?

"Master Yuyao, there are indeed some misunderstandings between us." Zhang Mengchu looked at Master Yuyao's pretty face reddened by 'anger' and her 'heavy, ox-like panting' from rage, cold sweat already forming on his back. He could only steel himself and try to calm Master Yuyao's emotions.

As he spoke, he retreated backward, soon reaching the corner of the wall.

As the cracks spread across the entire shield, Master Yuyao clenched her five fingers with force.

Crack—!

The final restriction shattered completely.

Zhang Mengchu despaired.

Watching Master Yuyao approach step by step.

He drew his sword with his right hand, holding it horizontally before him, his gaze turning toward the courtyard outside as he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Ancestor! Save me! I'm really going to die this time! Help—!"

He heard flute and pipe music nearby.

Who would be playing pipes in the back mountains for no reason?

Without doubt, it must be the ancestor!

The flute and pipe music outside the courtyard abruptly ceased, but after less than two seconds of silence, it started again, this time with a more urgent melody than before.

Listening to that decadent music, Zhang Mengchu felt his mind growing dizzy.

Looking at the approaching Master Yuyao, he suddenly found her exceptionally beautiful, her disheveled appearance somehow evoking pity and affection.

Especially as Master Yuyao drew closer, a faint orchid fragrance permeated the air.

Was that Master Yuyao's natural body scent?

Zhang Mengchu bit the tip of his tongue, trying to clear his mind.

But his subconscious told him—this scent was strangely pleasant, should he investigate where it was coming from?

What time was this to be researching such things?!

Zhang Mengchu wanted to slap himself, but his outstretched hand moved forward instead.

He didn't know what he touched, only feeling incredible softness wrapping around his fingers.

And Master Yuyao also growled lowly as she pounced toward him.

Seeing that wolf-like, tiger-like ferocity, Zhang Mengchu finally achieved a moment of clarity.

"Hey! Demon woman, retreat at once!"

He raised his sword to block, but how could he be a match for Master Yuyao.

The sword was casually brushed aside by Master Yuyao's fair hand and embedded itself in the nearby wall.

"My life ends here!" Zhang Mengchu felt ice-cold despair in his heart as he closed his eyes.

He didn't resent Chen Huaian for not saving him; he only resented his own inadequate training and weak strength.

If he were also a Great Ascension Stage cultivator, he could have held out against Master Yuyao for much longer.

The ancestor simply didn't have enough time, too occupied to come...

Master Yuyao's breathing was very close, right before him!

How would he die?

Probably beheaded by Master Yuyao, his soul devoured...

After all, wasn't the characteristic of the evil technique Master Yuyao cultivated the refinement of other cultivators' True Essence and souls?

Probably he wouldn't even have a chance for his soul to escape.

Just as he thought this.

He heard a 'rip' sound.

Zhang Mengchu froze, feeling a sudden chill on one of his thighs.

Belatedly, he opened his eyes.

He discovered Master Yuyao wore a highly aggressive smile at the corner of her mouth, her right hand tearing off half his pant leg and casually tossing it aside, the movement calm and elegant like a cat toying with a caught mouse. Then she grabbed his other pant leg, gave a strong pull—'rip'—and threw it aside too.

This expression, this smile, this behavior... didn't seem like someone about to kill.

Rather it resembled—a bandit bursting into a brothel, rubbing his hands together while eyeing the young ladies inside!

Zhang Mengchu was covered in question marks, completely bewildered.

But...

He seemed to be catching on.

Perhaps the special situation the ancestor mentioned was this?

So the question arose.

Zhang Mengchu felt conflicted.

Should he continue calling for help?

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"Big brother, such waste of precious resources!" Old Demon Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly. At his Great Ascension Three Tribulations Great Perfection level, he could clearly see the utterly inhuman events unfolding in the small room. Precisely because he could see it, he felt it was such a pity: "Although Master Yuyao isn't anything good, she's a top-grade cultivation vessel. Are we really giving her to some stinking Void Fusion Realm kid?"

"Zhang Mengchu took Master Yuyao's first blood," Chen Huaian replied calmly.

"What?!" Old Demon Xiao froze: "Him? Void Fusion! Took the first blood of a Great Ascension Three Tribulations cultivator?"

"Master Yuyao wasn't at Great Ascension Three Tribulations back then—she was around Great Ascension First Tribulation, and it was a setup orchestrated by me and the Alchemy Saint," Chen Huaian stroked his chin as he recalled: "Setting that aside, even if Master Yuyao is a top-grade cultivation vessel, I'm not interested. True powerhouses don't need cultivation vessels to enhance their cultivation. Little brother, some of your thinking is still too demonic—you need to change that."

Old Demon Xiao immediately became solemn with respect upon hearing this.

"So that's how it is. This old man's thinking was too narrow."

He sighed inwardly.

For big brother to reach his current level, he must have long regarded cultivation vessels and beautiful women as nothing more than dirt.

While he was still pondering what a loss it was for a top-grade cultivation vessel like Master Yuyao to be wasted on Zhang Mengchu,

Big brother already disdained such Great Ascension Stage cultivation vessels!

So this is how big brother is?

Old Demon Xiao looked at Chen Huaian's back, his heart filled with incomparable awe.

With such a powerful big brother, why worry about the Heavenly Demon Sect not dominating the world?!

He still had much to learn from big brother!

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Just as Old Demon Xiao's admiration for Chen Huaian flowed like an endless river,

Chen Huaian gazed at the battlefield in the courtyard with deep sighs.

Zhang Mengchu was enjoying himself again, engaging with Master Yuyao in world-shaking combat, oblivious to heaven and earth.

He just wondered when he and Qingran would also be able to like this?

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