Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 588: That's Done For

Chapter 588: That's Done For

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"Assassinate the emperor?!" Liu Cui'e couldn't react for a moment.

She hadn't finished switching her mindset; even with the possibility of cultivation, the emperor still occupied a lofty place in her heart.

"Yes." Chen Huaian said to Li Qingran, "When Liu Cui'e was cooking just now, I went out into the courtyard to calculate. I’ve basically pieced together what happened back then. The deaths of the two generals are closely related to that dog emperor. The cultivator behind that dog emperor is the instigator."

"My cultivation follows the way against heaven; it emphasizes clarity of intent. When intent is clear, if there is hatred, one repays hatred; if there is grievance, one repays grievance. If these enemies don't die, you will surely develop a heart demon later. Today, as your master, I will give you the chance to personally slay your enemies—one by one. You will kill them yourself!"

A few brief words were already filled with murderous intent.

The roaring killing intent almost solidified, frosting the crumbling courtyard wall of the little house.

"Good! Disciple will follow Master’s orders completely." Li Qingran took a deep breath, her gaze falling on the portrait on the offering table, her expression growing more resolute.

Your daughter has been unfilial.

I let you down—took so long before I could avenge you…

Fortunately, the enemies are still alive; your daughter can still personally send them to hell!

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"National Teacher? National Teacher? Any news?"

In the Golden Luang Hall, Chu Zhao had long lost his former appetite for indulgence; he paced like an ant on a hot pan, restless and anxious.

He walked back and forth, cold sweat beading on his brow.

The last time he saw Lingxiao Daoist so solemn was when he was vying for the throne.

That struggle for the throne, although successful, had been a brush with death.

Lingxiao Daoist and the cultivators backing the crown prince nearly killed each other; if the crown prince hadn't trusted him enough to move tens of thousands of troops and two top generals away from the capital, the final outcome might have been uncertain.

Now Lingxiao Daoist's cultivation visibly showed much improvement, yet he still wore this heavy expression.

Could he not be alarmed?

"Enough chatter! Shut your mouths!" Lingxiao Daoist sat on the dragon throne, brow furrowed, casting a fierce glance at the trembling emperor beside him.

Although this dog emperor was a puppet he had chosen, he was useless to the extreme—sometimes he wanted to kill him with a single sword just to be done with it.

But the Southern Dynasty's national fortune hasn't been fully siphoned; this emperor can't die yet.

If he couldn't restrain himself and killed him, his master would find trouble with him.

"Why can't I calculate it?"

Lingxiao Daoist scattered a handful of copper coins on the table.

He had done this many times; the reason he could feed on the Southern Dynasty's national fortune was because his sect excelled at divination and feng shui.

If his divination were poor, the backlash from the dragon qi alone would be enough to ruin them.

Being skilled at divination also let him sense dangers early and counter those who schemed.

But today his calculations yielded nothing.

"Upper hexagram, great fortune?" Lingxiao Daoist looked bewildered at the coin positions on the table.

Great fortune again!

If it was great fortune, he shouldn't have been unable to calculate anything.

When calculations fail, it usually corresponds to an ominous hexagram.

This divination pattern stumped him.

Could he be overly sensitive and mistaken? Perhaps there was no danger at all?

Just as this thought arose, three figures had appeared in the Golden Luang Hall without his noticing.

Lingxiao Daoist frowned and glared at Emperor Chu Zhao beside him: "Didn't I order you to forbid anyone from entering the hall at this time? I've said it a thousand times—those street sorcerers you recruited are useless. Disperse them immediately!"

Emperor Chu Zhao looked bewildered: "I-I didn't call anyone…"

"Didn't you?!" Lingxiao Daoist was shocked. He then looked at the three and instantly felt his hair stand on end.

There was no trace of true essence fluctuation on these three, which was why he mistook them for servants called by the emperor. He had been immersed in divination and hadn't noticed the visitors, which was somewhat excusable.

But another look revealed it wasn't that simple!

One of them was indeed an ordinary person, no doubt, but the other two were not ordinary.

One wore pale dark robes, eyes cold, with a sword at his waist.

The other was a woman in plain white, her looks and figure breathtakingly beautiful.

Such extraordinary beauty could not be produced by a mortal realm—these two must be from the cultivation world.

The lack of true essence fluctuation meant one of two things: either they concealed it, or his cultivation level couldn't perceive it.

The visitors were not friendly. Lingxiao Daoist nevertheless put on a polite smile and cupped his hands to them.

"Fellow cultivators, what business brings you suddenly to the Southern Dynasty's palace? The Southern Dynasty is under my sect’s protection; other cultivators are not allowed to enter at will…"

He first made clear his backing, then shifted tone: "But guests are guests. Since you two have come, I shall treat you well!"

Chen Huaian said nothing, only passed a look to Li Qingran.

Li Qingran received her master's look and stepped forward slowly, her voice as cold as ice: "Lingxiao Daoist, I ask you—were the two national generals, Li Zhennan and Wang Qingyue, killed by your hand?"

Lingxiao Daoist raised an eyebrow, sizing up the breathtaking woman before him, then suddenly laughed loudly: "Oh? So this is revenge! Li Zhennan? That stupid brute general? Hahaha, indeed, it was my design to have them die on the battlefield. Who are you to them? A daughter?"

As Li Qingran drew her sword, her late Nascent Soul cultivation already revealed itself.

Lingxiao Daoist wasn't so frightened.

He was a Nascent Soul, Great Perfection; why fear a late Nascent Soul girl?

Moreover, his cultivation was founded on national fortune. Although far less than what his master absorbed…

His true essence was still thicker than most in the same realm, and with dragon qi assisting him—he scoffed at fear!

"Since you admit it." Li Qingran's eyes flooded with murderous intent like a rising tide, "then you can die."

Before the words finished, the long sword at her waist had already been drawn.

Mist churned, sword light like a ribbon shot through the air, aiming straight for Lingxiao Daoist's throat.

It was the Green Lotus Sword Manual's first form: Dragon Emerges, Wind Breaks Waves.

Seeing the ruthless, lightning-fast sword intent, Lingxiao Daoist's expression shifted; he hurriedly sidestepped and brought forth a bronze shield that glittered with golden light.

Yet where the sword light passed, the mid-grade spirit artifact shield split in two like tofu at a single stroke!

"This… my mid-grade spirit artifact!" Lingxiao Daoist was horrified beyond belief.

Heavens!

One sword shattered a mid-grade spirit artifact?

The girl's weapon at minimum had to be an excellent spirit artifact.

And her swordsmanship was peerless; a late Nascent Soul so young wielding such technique was no ordinary person.

He no longer dared be careless, fully unleashing his true essence as his body turned into a blue light and he retreated violently.

However, Li Qingran pursued like a shadow, her sword stance unending.

The Green Lotus Sword technique was strange and unfathomable—though the thrust was straight, the sword light bloomed in midair like a rain of pear blossoms, attacking from unbelievable angles.

Lingxiao Daoist barely used a spare artifact to block, but the powerful true essence that struck him made his qi and blood churn.

He grew more terrified in his heart—this late Nascent Soul's true essence was several times thicker than his!?

"You little bitch, your parents died well! Died gloriously! Hahaha, they were shouting about defending the homeland as they died—how laughably stupid!"

Lingxiao Daoist deliberately taunted to enrage her, hoping she would lose reason.

At the same time, his eyes flicked left and right, preparing to flee.

He feared not only Li Qingran but the mysterious cultivator who had stood motionless in the hall the entire time.

From Li Qingran's thick true essence and swordplay, he guessed she wasn't a common free cultivator.

She must come from some great sect.

He hadn't set foot in the cultivation world of Cangyun Realm for a long time, focusing solely on helping his master feed on the Southern Dynasty's national fortune—his master ate the meat, he drank the broth.

So he couldn't tell what sect the girl before him came from on the spot.

However, the gray-haired cultivator in dark robes was surely her elder.

Definitely a serious threat!

Could those two sword cultivators who broke into the southern border be them?!

Lingxiao Daoist felt cold sweat trickle down his back.

He suddenly snapped back to attention—traits matched perfectly, so that mysterious cultivator must be at least at the Unity Realm!

That's done for…

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