Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 608: Dragon Tiger Sword Sect

Chapter 608: Dragon Tiger Sword Sect

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Cangyun Realm.

As dawn barely broke, Chen Huaian jolted awake from his sleep.

Only one task remained today—finding Luo Chenxi at the Dragon Tiger Sword Sect.

As for why he needed to find Luo Chenxi despite already having Liu Cuie, the reason was simple: this mainly gave Zhang Mengchu more options. Besides, the Cangyun Realm didn't adhere to monogamy—Old Zhang having several Dao Companions was completely acceptable.

After all, he owed Zhang Mengchu.

This Dragon Tiger Sword Sect wasn't actually an immortal cultivation sect.

Just a mundane martial arts school.

He saw no need for concealment when dealing with this Dragon Tiger Sword Sect.

The sect was built not in some bustling city but within the Dragon Tiger Mountains near Youdu in the Northern Continent.

For Luo Chenxi, he would follow the usual principle—complete voluntary participation. Willing to come with them? They'd take her. Unwilling? Respect and understanding.

If she already had a Dao Companion or someone special...

That too deserved respect and understanding.

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Morning light first penetrated the depths of Dragon Tiger Mountains near Youdu in the Northern Continent of Cangyun Realm, where faint human voices could be heard.

Chen Huaian took a single step and his figure instantly landed beneath the gnarled old pine tree outside the Dragon Tiger Sword Sect's mountain gate.

Mountain wind carrying the pure qi of plants and trees brushed against his face.

He slightly narrowed his eyes, his gaze casually sweeping forward.

The mountain gate built from massive stones appeared ancient and rugged, with the four characters "Dragon Tiger Sword Sect" carved with powerful strokes. Yet within that strength ultimately lacked the immortal aura, instead conveying the brute force of mundane martial artists capable of splitting stones and breaking monuments.

A single person meant smaller targets; he wanted to resolve this quickly to avoid complications.

Outside the Dragon Tiger Sword Sect, several mountain-guarding disciples stood straight-backed beside the gate.

Their eyes were sharp, vigilantly scanning the stone steps leading down the mountain.

Yet Chen Huaian stood right before them, and they seemed completely unaware.

They simply allowed Chen Huaian, with hands behind his back, to stroll casually right past them under their very noses.

The gentle breeze stirred without creating the slightest ripple.

Beyond the mountain gate, clusters of gray-tiled white-walled buildings and courtyards spread across the terrain. Shouts and cries echoed from the training grounds where Dragon Tiger Sword Sect disciples, dressed in unified blue training outfits, either sparred in pairs or practiced alone, their sword lights flashing and fist winds whistling.

This differed from Chen Huaian's expectations.

He had imagined the Dragon Tiger Sword Sect would resemble a mountain bandit stronghold.

Never expected it to somewhat resemble an immortal cultivation sect.

In the air, a clear yet rich medicinal fragrance subtly drifted into his nostrils, particularly noticeable.

Chen Huaian changed direction, following the medicinal scent until he reached a gently sloping sun-facing hillside at the sect's rear mountain.

This was also where the 'NPC' Luo Chenxi spawned—a medicinal herb garden.

A fence enclosed a large area of fertile soil, neatly divided into sections.

Under the faint morning light, dewdrops rolled on leaves, refracting tiny sparkles.

Red Sun Ginseng leaves were thick and fleshy, with red light faintly flowing through their veins; Seven-Leaf Dew Grass stretched out seven narrow green leaves, each tip holding crystal clear dewdrops; several Dragon Whisker Roots with gnarled stems resembling old pine trees exuded a deep, heavy earth spiritual energy.

The soil was moist, covered with faint spiritual energy.

Clearly meticulously maintained, not carelessly managed.

Several disciples chatted and laughed while moving through the herb fields, inspecting the growth of medicinal plants.

They carried swords at their waists, moved with light steps, and their breathing was far more steady and prolonged than those disciples on the training grounds.

Chen Huaian slightly narrowed his eyes.

If his guess was correct, those on the training grounds were outer sect disciples.

These with heavier auras and slightly more refined clothing must be inner sect disciples?

"Senior Brother Li, look at this patch of Red Sun Ginseng—it should be ready for harvesting within half a month! The medicinal potency will definitely be superior!"

A round-faced disciple pointed ahead, excitement in his voice.

The youth called Senior Brother Li nodded slightly, a reserved smile on his face: "Indeed, the soil's spiritual energy is abundant, sunlight is sufficient. Junior Brother Zhang has truly put effort into maintaining this herb field. When we report to the elders later, he'll certainly receive rewards."

"Naturally, Junior Brother Zhang was personally appointed by the elders as skilled with spiritual plants..."

Another person chimed in, his tone not without envy.

Chen Huaian concealed himself behind a dense cluster of purple-leafed thorns, calmly scanning the herb garden while listening to the casual conversation carried by the wind.

He felt no particular emotion, though his impression of this mundane martial sect improved slightly.

At least their foundation appeared reasonably well-maintained—spiritual energy gathered here, spiritual plants grew vigorously, better than expected.

So that girl named Luo Chenxi, working as a caretaker or laborer in this herb garden, should have a tolerable life, right?

He silently expanded his spiritual sense, sweeping over every inch of the herb garden, every corner.

Following a thread of heavenly opportunity, he quickly locked onto Luo Chenxi's location.

Chen Huaian's figure shifted slightly, and in the next instant, he appeared soundlessly at the target location.

Yet the scene before him made him frown.

Chaos met his eyes, noise filled his ears.

A young woman dressed in coarse linen clothes was cornered against a cold wall by three or four similarly dressed laborers who wore arrogant expressions.

Her figure appeared frail as she desperately clutched a somewhat worn bamboo basket, her knuckles white from the force.

The bamboo basket had already tipped over.

Several freshly picked Purple Heart Grasses, still carrying fresh soil, lay scattered on the ground.

Their originally delicate purple leaves had been trampled beyond recognition.

"Luo Chenxi, are you deaf or mute?"

The leader, a stout female laborer disciple with hips akimbo, practically spat in the young woman's face, her voice sharp and piercing. "Steward Wang told you to clean the beast dung in Falling Leaves Valley at the rear mountain! Instead, you hide here stealing Purple Heart Grass? How dare a lowly servant like you touch these spiritual herbs? Why don't you take a piss and look at your own wretched reflection!"

A sharp-faced, monkey-like male laborer immediately joined in, his tone sarcastic: "Exactly! Wasn't killing your parents enough? Now you want to kill our herb garden's spiritual plants too? Born unlucky star! No wonder everything you plant dies—you're only fit for cleaning out shit pits!"

"Why waste words with her!" Another brutal-faced male laborer growled impatiently.

He suddenly lifted his foot and viciously kicked the bamboo basket the young woman desperately protected.

"Clatter!"

The already half-tipped basket flew completely from her grasp, heavily striking the stone wall before bouncing to the ground.

The few remaining herbs inside, along with some scattered personal items, completely spilled out.

The young woman trembled violently as if all strength had been drained from her, sliding down the cold stone wall to sit weakly on the ground.

Her head, kept stubbornly lowered until now, finally lifted for a fleeting moment.

Chen Huaian's gaze happened to capture that breathtaking glimpse.

Eyebrows like distant mountains tinged with dusk, eyes like autumn waters freezing waves, an elegant straight nose, beautifully shaped lips.

Compared to Liu Cuie, this Luo Chenxi could truly be called Master Yuyao's sister.

Except this young woman currently had empty eyes, with an aura of death lingering between her brows.

Clearly, life hadn't been kind to her in the Dragon Tiger Sword Sect.

This might be better—unhappy people lacked time and mood for romance; a little temptation should suffice to take her away.

"I... I didn't steal..." Her voice was very low, broken, tearful, unable to form complete sentences.

Her body shook like sifting chaff, arms instinctively wrapping around herself, shrinking into an even smaller ball as if this could ward off the malicious words and gazes.

"Dare talk back?" The robust female laborer's eyes bulged.

Her large hand, like a cattail leaf fan, rose high, whistling through the air as it prepared to strike down.

Snap—!

A sharp snap of fingers abruptly sounded.

Almost imperceptible ripples spread through this space.

Everything instantly froze in stagnation.

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