Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 591: Avenge and Settle Scores

Chapter 591: Avenge and Settle Scores

Li Qingran nodded, lifting the Su Xian Sword as she stepped forward one pace at a time.

Although no one had told her the full details, from the conversation between Master and that so-called Elder Cangwu, she had already pieced together almost the whole sequence of events.

Elder Cangwu had somehow obtained a technique that allowed him to feed on the dragon veins of mortal nations—devouring their national fortune to raise his cultivation. But every country had guardians and cultivators defending it. Back then they were still weak; to seize the Southern Dynasty’s national fortune, they schemed to support the neglected Second Prince to the throne.

Before launching the plan, they had already swallowed the fortunes of neighboring small states and nomadic tribes, manipulating their leaders and armies and turning them into a blade aimed at the Southern Dynasty. The Crown Prince was kind-hearted and could not bear to watch the border be invaded by foreign forces, so he redeployed the two nation-protecting generals and hundreds of thousands of troops who were guarding him. That played right into Elder Cangwu and his allies’ hands.

At that time, the Crown Prince’s state tutor could mobilize military souls, granting the two nation-protecting generals soul-boosted might so that they temporarily wielded powers comparable to cultivators. As long as those hundreds of thousands of troops remained, the Second Prince could not succeed. Once the army was moved away, the state tutor could not stand alone against the coup; he was ultimately killed. With the help of Elder Cangwu and his disciples, the Second Prince usurped the throne.

Those two nation-protecting generals were her parents.

They were surrounded by a foreign horde and ultimately slain by cultivators from the Wuyazong. Afterwards, Elder Cangwu, likely using the Southern Dynasty as a power base, kept expanding into surrounding nations, stirring up conflicts and devouring their fortunes. Over time he became a formidable force.

But all his hard-won gains were nothing more than paper that could be pierced casually by Master.

Li Qingran murmured inwardly. If she had not met Master that day in the mountains, she probably would never have been able to personally slay her enemy like she did now.

“Cang—wu—old—thief!”

Li Qingran stared at Elder Cangwu, her eyes bloodshot, teeth gritted.

She no longer hesitated and lunged, driving the sword toward Elder Cangwu.

Earlier he had used a realm suppression, but now he was nothing more than a Nascent Soul. Moreover, his strength came primarily from devouring dragon veins rather than genuine cultivation. Such artificially-accelerated advancement made his realm extremely unstable; at the same realm he was far weaker than other cultivators.

Just like now.

Elder Cangwu clearly felt he was no match for the little girl before him. After dodging two strikes as best he could, he backed off and dropped to his knees before Chen Huaian, begging for mercy.

“Spare me, senior! If I had known destroying the Southern Dynasty would bring trouble onto your disciple, not even ten thousand lives’ worth of courage would have let me attack the Southern Dynasty!”

He trembled as he emptied the storage pouch of all its treasures onto the ground.

Among them lay the very ancient technique for devouring dragon veins: “Senior, this is an ancient secret I obtained from entering the Central State Secret Realm. It’s by this secret that I could devour dragon veins and use national fortune in place of spiritual energy to quickly amass cultivation. Senior, your cultivation is already at the Great Ascension Stage; if you used this method to devour the dragon veins and fortunes of the thirty-six mortal nations, you would surely knock on the Immortal Gate and ascend! I’m willing to hand over this secret technique; only spare my life!” S̩

Elder Cangwu was terrified—truly terrified. Otherwise, he would never have handed over the ancient manual. He thought that giving this secret up would win mercy from the mysterious sword cultivator before him.

What he received in return was only a cold laugh.

“When you rely on external means to pave an immortal path, you have already drifted away from the true way. An ancient manual? Nothing but an unworthy evil art.”

Shing—!

Su Xian pierced through Elder Cangwu’s back.

Li Qingran felt the blade pass through flesh, but there was not a shred of exhilaration in her heart—only hatred and icy resolve in her eyes.

Elder Cangwu widened his eyes, staring in disbelief at the sword tip protruding from his chest as blood slowly dripped down the blade.

“No... I don’t want to die... I...” Blood leaked from his mouth, his voice as faint as a thread. “I have the ancient manual... I—I can become an immortal...”

A violent burst of sword intent detonated inside him, tearing his body into pieces in an instant.

“Ah—!” With a sharp scream, a semi-transparent soul frantically shot from the corpse and fled madly toward the hall’s exterior.

“Hmph.” Chen Huaian didn’t even lift his eyelids; he casually extended his palm and closed his five fingers lightly.

The escaping soul was as if seized by an invisible giant hand, wailing and struggling, but still dragged back and suspended before Li Qingran.

“Master...” Li Qingran’s sword hand trembled slightly.

Chen Huaian remained silent, only regarding his young disciple with gentle eyes.

Li Qingran inhaled deeply. Sword intent condensed on the Su Xian Sword, turning into a cold glint that in an instant shredded Elder Cangwu’s soul to pieces.

As the final wail dissipated into the air, the evil man who had plagued nations and slaughtered countless lives was finally finished.

At the moment Elder Cangwu died, dragon roars faintly echoed from all directions.

Rumble—

The land of the Southern Dynasty trembled slightly.

Dark clouds churned in the sky and thunder rolled, but strangely it was not the sign of an impending storm; rather, it felt like an auspicious sign.

A thick pillar of golden Dragon Qi shot up from beneath the imperial palace, piercing the heavens.

It was the Southern Dynasty’s national fortune that Elder Cangwu had forcefully plundered and polluted. With his death, the Dragon Qi returned—and because it had been suppressed for so long, it now surged back with extraordinary intensity.

Where the Dragon Qi passed, the previously overcast sky cleared in an instant, leaving not a cloud in sight.

A blazing sun hung high, bathing the land.

Throughout the Southern Dynasty, long-parched fields were suddenly blessed with sweet dew; withered crops regained life.

With national fortune restored, all things revived.

No one noticed that at the very top of that golden pillar of light, a solemn golden dragon silhouette coalesced.

The golden dragon circled high in the nine heavens, its roar resounding through the clouds, its dragon eyes sweeping the earth as if searching for something.

It quickly fixed on a target, one streak charging toward the ruined Golden Pavilion, the other streak flying swiftly eastward across the distant Southern Dynasty.

...

In a small village on the eastern border of the Southern Dynasty, a boy carried firewood on his back, walking under the blazing sun behind a woman of gentle features.

Surprisingly, though he carried a large basket and was under the scorching sun, he showed no sign of fatigue. The woman, however, faltered—thin and staggering even with only a small basket.

Though a little haggard, a trace of former nobility still lingered in her brows.

Suddenly the boy seemed to sense something and looked up at the sky. “Madam Dry—did you hear that dragon roar?”

“Dragon roar?” The woman was stunned for a moment, then gave an annoyed smile. “What dragon roar? Hurry home; I’ll make you fish soup... Ah, it’s so hot—I wonder when it’ll rain.”

“Oh.” The boy scratched his head and looked away.

Unbeknownst to them, above high in the sky a Dragon Qi silhouette was watching the boy’s back.

It then dove down, transforming into an almost imperceptible golden light and enveloping him.

The Southern Dynasty’s national fortune began concentrating toward this border village, toward the boy.

Rumble—!

Clouds gathered over the little village.

“Madam Dry, it’s going to rain!”

“Ah? Great! Hurry, go get the vat to collect the rain!”

The two figures hurried away down the village path.

...

Perhaps in the not-too-distant future, a young hero would rise from this boy, quell the Southern Dynasty’s chaos, and eventually ascend the throne.

But that is a story for another time.

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