Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 609: You Are a Genius

Chapter 609: You Are a Genius

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Chen Huaian walked with his hands clasped behind his back, passing by those three arrogant miscellaneous disciples.

By the time he reached Luo Chenxi, he had assumed the appearance of Zhang Mengchu.

"Old Zhang, old Zhang…"

Chen Huaian shook his head with a sigh. "I went to great lengths to find you a fine daughter-in-law."

At this moment, in his eyes Luo Chenxi carried a friendly shade of green—much paler than Liu Cuie’s green.

After all, the two women did not know each other; it could only be said that Luo Chenxi was the kind of stranger who would not easily feel hostility, and would instead first offer goodwill.

There was no doubt she had the basic qualities of a good girl.

Chen Huaian tapped his finger on the unmoving girl's brow; scenes from her life immediately unfolded in his mind.

Luo Chenxi’s short, bitter life spread out like a faded painting, laid bare without reservation.

She lost her father early, lonely and destitute; she entered the Dragon Tiger Sword Sect as a miscellaneous servant, thinking she could secure a livelihood, but because of her unfortunate looks and fragile temperament, she became the target of exclusion and bullying.

Medicinal herbs she painstakingly cultivated inexplicably withered, credit for achievements was stolen, blame was heaped on her—stigmas that clung like parasitic maggots…

Not to mention Steward Wang’s subtle covetousness and the physical humiliation from other disciples.

She was like a rootless duckweed in a storm, always at risk of being completely crushed.

If it weren’t for the sect’s relatively strict rules that made those lechers hesitate, she probably would have met with disaster long ago.

"Tsk, a tragic background, yet her temperament remains hardy; she hasn’t been ground into a resentful soul. Her root structure… hmm… water-wood spiritual root. Not the absolute peak, but a raw jade unhewn—far superior to ordinary martial men. A pity the pearl is clouded here." Chen Huaian withdrew his finger, his mind already decided.

He found it curious.

Encountering Liu Cuie, she had a tragic background.

Encountering Luo Chenxi, she also had a tragic background.

But he soon understood.

It wasn’t a heavenly coincidence; the world itself was hard.

Add to that the fact that both Liu Cuie and Luo Chenxi possessed looks that didn’t match their strength—because they were beautiful, they drew attention. ɽ𝓪ɴŐꞖĘṣ

Because they drew attention, they had to face all kinds of strange people.

Wasn’t Li Qingran once the same?

Luo Chenxi differed from Liu Cuie; Luo Chenxi was a martial artist with a cultivation foundation and talent.

He planned to help Luo Chenxi using a completely different method, and to take her away.

This young woman didn’t have anyone she loved either—very safe.

He shifted his will slightly; his divine soul directly guided Luo Chenxi’s spirit out of her body, pulling her frozen consciousness into a space separated from his miniature world.

Here time did not pass; there was only the purest heaven-and-earth spiritual energy, flowing like a tangible mist.

Luo Chenxi had been braced to be slapped, but suddenly her mind went blank. When she came to, she found herself in a white, boundless space.

"This… where is this?"

The abundant spiritual energy made every cell in her body cheer.

But fear of the unknown still left her bewildered and unable to savor the sensation of bathing in spiritual energy.

At that moment, a gentle yet vast voice sounded directly within her consciousness, humming like a giant bell!

"Little one, I think you need some help?"

Luo Chenxi froze for a moment, then turned toward the source of the voice.

She saw, emerging from the white mist, a cultivator whose features she could not clearly make out—white hair and beard, a sword hung at his waist.

Luo Chenxi had seen cultivators before.

She had witnessed the sect leader bowing respectfully before a cultivator; to those cultivators, the leader—almost godlike to others—was terrified.

This cultivator before her was far stronger than any she had met previously.

Even though she could not sense this senior’s exact cultivation, her instincts were keen.

"Se-senior… may I ask who you are…?"

"I am Zhang Mengchu of the Moon Shadow Sect." Chen Huaian stroked his chin and smiled gently. "My sect lacks a few direct disciples, so I stole a sliver of heaven's secret to calculate my future disciples. One of them is you, so I found this Dragon Tiger Sword Sect."

A mysterious cultivator was taking on direct disciples?

And he had chosen her?

Luo Chenxi felt a flash of excitement, but it was followed by doubt and caution.

She did not think she possessed any outstanding talent.

As a martial artist, her vital energy was not strong.

As an apothecary, she lacked the special talent to remember herbs at a glance or to immediately know their properties from taste.

When something seems off, there’s usually a catch; pies don’t fall from the sky.

Luo Chenxi clasped her hands respectfully, face tense, and said politely, "I am dull of talent and fear I am unqualified to be your direct disciple, senior. Might you have mistaken the person? There could be countless people named Luo Chenxi—perhaps you seek another?"

Chen Huaian inwardly thought this young lass was a bit too cautious.

That was fine; it showed she wasn’t foolish and wouldn’t be easily lured away.

He decided to be a little more earnest.

He reached out with an empty grasp; Luo Chenxi suddenly felt something detach from her.

The next second, two root-like spiritual objects materialized before her, one glowing a blue-green light, clearly brimming with vigorous life; the other suffused with mist, as if formed entirely of vapor.

"These are your spiritual roots."

Facing the girl’s puzzled eyes, Chen Huaian explained, "There are many thresholds to becoming an immortal cultivator; one of the most important is the spiritual root. Single roots rank highest, doubles second. Your water-wood dual spiritual roots mark you as a heaven-sent talent—you are fully qualified to be my direct disciple."

Chen Huaian lied without batting an eye.

By the Moon Shadow Sect’s current standards for taking direct disciples, even those with single spiritual roots might not qualify.

But he could open a backdoor for Luo Chenxi in this special case.

"Spiritual roots? These… are my spiritual roots?!" Luo Chenxi stared at the two floating roots before her.

The mocking voices from the past still rang in her ears—"dull of talent," "bad luck star," "with you trying to cultivate? Better find someone to marry."

But from the mouth of this senior, she was a genius!

She had the talent to cultivate into immortality!

A talent that might not even be found in ten thousand mortals!

This assessment was absurdly at odds with her dozen-plus years of life lived as dust.

She instinctively wanted to retort, to say she couldn’t even grow herbs properly, to say her cultivation advanced at a snail’s pace…

But the two halos—her own, called "spiritual roots" by this senior—swirled before her, emitting a profundity far beyond her comprehension.

In this space, Chen Huaian could see through all of Luo Chenxi's concerns and knew her doubts.

So he continued to smooth-talk!

Half true and half fake, he said, "Little one, how could the narrow vision of ordinary martial men perceive the root bones of the Immortal Way?

Your failed herb cultivation is not your fault; the local spiritual energy here is thin and mixed, unfit to nourish the water-wood synergy of your spirit.

As for martial vigor…

Ha, those are low methods that only grind flesh and tendons; how could they compare to guiding heaven-and-earth spiritual energy and tempering one’s essence in the Immortal Way?"

"If you do not believe me," he paused, "I can teach you!"

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