Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 582: Zhongzhou Southern Dynasty

Chapter 582: Zhongzhou Southern Dynasty

The scenery of Cangyun Realm was breathtakingly beautiful.

Even in the mortal realm, viewed from high altitude, the famous mountains and great rivers remained magnificently picturesque.

Their only difference from celestial paradises was the less abundant spiritual energy.

Yet even in extremely sparse spiritual energy, some mountain spirits and wilderness monsters could still be nurtured.

And these mountain spirits and wilderness monsters basically gave rise to all kinds of ghost and monster legends in the mortal realm.

Li Qingran stood behind Chen Huaian, her small hand gently tugging at his sleeve as she blinked her lively big eyes looking around.

High in the sky, clouds and mist swirled, occasionally with cranes and flocks of birds passing by. The cranes looked at the rapidly approaching flying swords and fled in panic.

Li Qingran even had the chance to pluck a few feathers from the cranes.

Li Qingran focused her attention on Chen Huaian.

"Master, where are we going?"

She leaned close to Chen Huaian's ear, her warm breath gently brushing against his neck.

Chen Huaian's body stiffened slightly as he coughed: "We're going to Pingxi Town in Central Province to handle some matters."

"What kind of matters?" The little girl's curiosity was strong as she continued questioning, "Is it related to Elder Zhang? Master, you were just asking about that Ninefold Spring thing—could it be that Elder Zhang took that strange elixir? Speaking of which, Master Yuyao's sudden personality change must be related to that elixir!"

"You little girl, your ears are quite sharp." Chen Huaian shook his head helplessly.

The flying sword passed through a cloud layer, jolting several times.

Li Qingran seized the opportunity to exclaim "Aiya!" as she unsteadily leaned forward.

"Be careful!" Chen Huaian quickly reached out to steady her.

"Master, I'm a bit scared..." Li Qingran took the chance to wrap both arms around Chen Huaian's waist, her pretty face pressed tightly against his back, "This flying sword is shaking so violently, what if we fall?"

Actually, the flying sword had already stopped shaking.

The earlier turbulence was due to air currents when breaking through the clouds.

To stabilize the flying sword, Chen Huaian had simply waved his sleeve to disperse all clouds within a ten-thousand-mile radius.

"Nonsense, weren't you just saying you wanted to fly by yourself, being so brave?"

Chen Huaian amusedly exposed Li Qingran's little trick.

Li Qingran was a Nascent Soul cultivator who could completely fly by herself—it would just be slower.

"That... that's different..." Li Qingran's face flushed slightly, but she stubbornly refused to let go, "Earlier your disciple wanted to fly by herself, but now your disciple doesn't want to anymore. What happened before is in the past, what matters is now! The disciple from before and the current disciple are different people!"

"You certainly have a way with twisted logic." Chen Huaian shook his head with a laugh, allowing Li Qingran to hug him from behind.

Li Qingran secretly smiled, her small hand gently stroking Chen Huaian's waist when she suddenly discovered something.

"Huh, Master, what's this at your waist? It feels hard."

"Storage pouch." Chen Huaian answered calmly.

"What good stuff is inside?" Li Qingran curiously felt around, "Your disciple wants to see."

"Just some unimportant things." Chen Huaian quickly pressed down on her small hand, "Stop touching randomly."

If she kept touching, he might make a mistake.

That storage pouch actually contained nothing.

He usually just threw things directly into his player inventory—the storage pouch was mainly decorative, indicating that he, as the Moon Shadow Sect ancestor, possessed such an item.

"Hmph~ So stingy~" Li Qingran pouted, "Does Master still have secrets from your disciple?"

She didn't actually want to see what was in the storage pouch—she was just bored on the flying sword and wanted to talk with Chen Huaian.

Li Qingran quietly hugged Chen Huaian's waist for a while.

Suddenly she spotted another pair of cultivators below also riding a flying sword—one man and one woman, talking and laughing together.

They even shared a kiss!

Then they started undoing their Daoist robes?!

Li Qingran's eyes widened at the spectacle, wanting to get a better look, but her master's flying sword was too fast—in the blink of an eye, they left this Dao couple far behind.

Li Qingran pouted unhappily, deliberately leaning closer to Chen Huaian's ear.

Her warm breath gently brushed against his earlobe as she whispered fragrantly: "Master~ Don't you think we look like a Dao couple hugging like this?"

The intimate sensation at his ear nearly caused Chen Huaian to lose control of the flying sword: "Qingran, stop fooling around, I'm controlling the sword!"

"Your disciple isn't fooling around, just asking a question." Li Qingran giggled, her cheek pressed against his back, "Master, your heartbeat is so fast—are you feeling shy too? If other cultivators saw us hugging while flying on a sword together, and the news spread... the entire Cangyun Realm would know Master is your disciple's Dao companion!"

Chen Huaian remained silent.

The two had already established their Dao companion relationship long ago.

But Li Qingran still acted like a young girlfriend newly in love, constantly seeking confirmation.

When she received affirmative responses, she would giggle foolishly.

"Since Master isn't speaking, that means you agree."

Li Qingran said triumphantly, "Actually, your disciple is a bit shy too, but hugging Master feels so safe—your disciple can't bear to let go."

As she spoke, she deliberately tightened her arms, mumbling quietly: "Master, it's been so long since your disciple returned to the mortal realm... your disciple wants to eat sugar-coated hawthorns, watch shadow puppet plays, and visit the imperial city lantern festival with Master like a real married couple."

"Fine, whatever you want." Chen Huaian sighed helplessly.

He didn't dislike this feeling of being relied on—in fact, deep down he somewhat enjoyed it.

Calculating the timing, it happened to be during a major festival when the imperial city would hold lantern celebrations at night.

Moreover, their destination seemed to be the mortal nation where Li Qingran had lived during her childhood.

Though after several dynasty changes, he wondered how much remained of the past, and whether they could still find the graves of Qingran's parents.

"If you behave well now, I'll take you to the imperial city immediately after handling our matters!"

"Hehe, Master is the best!"

Li Qingran felt completely satisfied, happily nuzzling against Chen Huaian's back like an affectionate little kitten.

...

Southern Dynasty border in Central Province.

As the flying sword boldly crossed the Southern Dynasty's border wall fortress, several streaks of light shot rapidly from all directions, surrounding Chen Huaian and his companion.

The leader was a Nascent Soul stage cultivator wearing the standard magical robe of the Southern Dynasty's Imperial Guard, solemnly cupping his hands:

"Halt there! May I ask where you two fellow Daoists come from, and do you have passage documentation?"

The other cultivators had lower cultivation levels—mostly Golden Core, with even two at Foundation Establishment stage. They all nervously gripped their magical instruments as if facing a great enemy.

Li Qingran curiously examined these people, whispering: "Master, what are they trying to do?"

Chen Huaian didn't respond, merely glancing coldly at the Nascent Soul cultivator.

Southern Dynasty—where Qingran's parents had been buried, and their deaths were also related to the cultivator power struggles behind the Southern Dynasty.

Thus he had no friendly expression for Southern Dynasty cultivators.

With just that glance, immense spiritual pressure descended like a mountain.

The Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators instantly turned pale.

Several with lower cultivation levels directly vomited blood and fell from the sky, their magical instruments clattering to the ground.

But actually, Chen Huaian had held back—using less than ten percent of his pressure.

The leading Nascent Soul cultivator swayed unsteadily, sweating profusely, his eyes filled with terror: "What... what level of cultivation is this..."

Chen Huaian withdrew his pressure and continued driving the flying sword forward.

The Nascent Soul cultivator struggled to his feet, still trying to block them: "Although Senior's cultivation is profound, I have my duties to perform..."

"SCREW OFF—!"

A single word exploded like thunder.

Instantly, all imperial guard cultivators were blasted away by an irresistible force.

The Nascent Soul cultivator was directly thrown several miles away, crashing into a haystack and falling unconscious.

Li Qingran had been away from the Southern Dynasty for too long, and the place had undergone earth-shaking changes.

She didn't even recognize this as the Southern Dynasty, but Chen Huaian could see the system map clearly.

Li Qingran pinched Chen Huaian's sleeve, her expression worried.

She didn't understand why...

But ever since arriving here, her usually gentle master's eyes seemed to contain hidden anger.

...

Good luck with your mid-term exams!