Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 611: This Is the Taste of Power

Chapter 611: This Is the Taste of Power

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Luo Chenxi stood before them, and the two male servants—one with a pointy mouth and monkey cheeks, the other with a face full of brutish flesh—were stunned by this sudden turn of events.

However, accustomed to being domineering and having bullied Luo Chenxi for so long, their brief astonishment quickly turned into furious rage.

"You wretched slave! How dare you defy us!" The pointy-mouthed servant shrieked strangely, drawing the short weeding knife from his waist with a backhand motion and charging viciously at Luo Chenxi.

The brutish-faced servant followed closely behind, his fist, large as a sand pot, whistling through the air as he aimed a direct punch at Luo Chenxi's chest!

They had no idea what had actually happened, simply assuming Luo Chenxi had suddenly gone mad.

Facing this fierce pincer attack, Luo Chenxi's eyes showed not the slightest fluctuation.

After practicing the Qi Introduction Art for a month, she might not know any proper fighting techniques, but her strength was more than sufficient.

In her eyes, the speeds of the fat and thin servants were as slow as turtles.

She didn't even need to deliberately focus on the incoming short knife. She simply extended her left hand, fingers together like a sword, striking later but arriving first. Her fingertips, coiled with barely perceptible True Essence, pinpointed with absolute accuracy the inside of the thin servant's wrist.

*Crack!* A clear, crisp sound of breaking bone rang out.

"Ahhh—!" The pointy-mouthed man let out a pig-slaughtering screech. The short knife flew from his grasp, and his wrist hung down at a grotesque angle.

Simultaneously, Luo Chenxi's right leg shot out silently like a whip, the tip of her foot landing precisely on the outside of the brutish-faced servant's knee.

This kick had no particular technique to it; it was purely fast enough to give a feeling of a cracking whip.

*Thump!* A dull sound echoed.

"Urgh-ah!" The brutish servant felt an unimaginable, immense force assault him, his knee instantly going numb.

His bulky body lost balance and crashed heavily to the ground, where he clutched his knee, howling and rolling in agony.

In a flash, three fierce male servants had been rendered combat ineffective.

By now, the female servant had regained her senses and had also witnessed the scene of the two male servants being crippled.

She shrank back into the corner, wishing she could dig a hole and bury herself.

Yet, Luo Chenxi still walked step by step towards her. Under that icy gaze, she had nowhere to hide.

"Spare me! Junior Sister Luo, spare me!" Oppressed by that gaze, the female servant's legs turned to jelly, unable to support her any longer. With a *thud*, she knelt on the ground. Her previous arrogance had vanished completely, leaving only primal fear. ⱤἁŊ𝐨฿ƐS

She didn't know why Luo Chenxi had suddenly become so strong.

She only knew that if she didn't beg for mercy now, she might be crippled too.

The Dragon Tiger Sword Sect did not keep useless people. Even if they were merely servant disciples, if crippled, they would be expelled.

Once outside, their connection to the Dragon Tiger Sword Sect would be severed for life.

They would also completely lose the prestige that association with the sect had given them.

This was something she absolutely could not accept.

Luo Chenxi looked at this woman who had bullied and insulted her countless times before, calling her "jinx" and "wretched slave," now kneeling at her feet like worthless mud, wailing and pleading for mercy. The years of accumulated humiliation, pain, and anger surged within her chest like molten lava, needing an outlet.

She slowly raised her empty right hand.

*SMACK!!!*

A crisp, loud slap, forceful enough to silence the entire herb garden.

It landed squarely on the female servant's plump, fear-distorted face!

The force was so great that the female servant was sent spinning half a circle in the air.

Several bloodied teeth mixed with saliva flew out and landed on the ground. Half of her cheek instantly swelled red.

Stars danced before her eyes, her ears rang, and even her scream got stuck in her throat, leaving only hoarse, gasping sounds.

The whole world fell silent.

Only the three servants, who had been so arrogant moments before, remained on the ground.

One with a broken hand, one with a broken leg, and one who had lost half her teeth, all curled up on the ground, moaning in pain, their eyes filled with fear and regret as they looked at Luo Chenxi.

Having spent so much time within the martial sect, they weren't completely brainless.

They knew Luo Chenxi had come up in the world.

Even though they didn't understand the specific reason or why she had suddenly become so powerful.

But based on the strength and speed Luo Chenxi had just displayed, it was entirely possible for her to become an inner disciple of the Dragon Tiger Sword Sect.

If Luo Chenxi became an inner disciple, given the strict hierarchy of the Dragon Tiger Sword Sect, they could be skinned alive and have their tendons pulled out at any moment, their lives forfeit. Even if Luo Chenxi were magnanimous and let them stay in the sect, they would still suffer.

Other servant disciples would also bully them, just to curry favor with Luo Chenxi.

Even if Luo Chenxi never saw it, they would still do it! Such was human nature!

Their days of ease... were perhaps over forever.

Luo Chenxi stood in place, her coarse hemp clothes lightly stirring in the morning breeze.

She looked at her own palm, then at the abusers lying on the ground like three dead dogs.

An unprecedented, almost shuddering sensation surged through her entire body.

It wasn't fear, but a feeling of clarity, like clouds parting to reveal the sun, of breaking free from shackles!

A tangible sense of having power in her hands and controlling her own destiny!

So this was what it felt like to possess the strength to defend one's dignity.

At this moment, even if someone stood up and said the Qi Introduction Art was a trap, she wouldn't care.

At least the trap had given her a chance to turn her life around and a moment of dignity, hadn't it?!

But what about that immortal elder from just now?

Gone?

She looked around but saw no sign of Chen Huaian.

She hadn't even had a chance to thank him, leaving her feeling flustered and at a loss.

Chen Huaian hadn't disappeared intentionally; he had sensed someone approaching.

And not just anyone—cultivators were coming. More interestingly, while he didn't recognize the newcomers, there was a faint connection.

"The aura of True Essence fluctuation came from right here!"

"Honored sirs, please wait a moment." A fawning voice sounded. "The people living here are all crude, lowly servant disciples. Allow this humble one to go in first and assess the situation, lest some blind fool offends you two honored sirs."

As soon as the voice fell, a middle-aged man dressed in steward attire, with a goatee and a gloomy complexion, pushed the door open and entered.

Luo Chenxi looked at the middle-aged man and instinctively shrank back—this person was Steward Wang.

The reason she had been harassed by the three servant disciples was partly due to Steward Wang's instructions.

Steward Wang took in the scene inside the room, which looked as if a storm had ravaged it. He saw Zhao Jinhua rolling on the ground, howling, her face swollen like a pig's head, then looked at Sun Ergou and Wang Laizi, each crippled in hand and leg respectively. Finally, his gaze landed on Luo Chenxi. His face turned ashen, the fury in his eyes almost spewing out.

"Luo Chenxi! You did all this?! You have some nerve, you dog-brained wretch!!"

Steward Wang was so angry his goatee trembled, his finger shaking as he pointed at Luo Chenxi. "Injuring your fellow disciples, destroying the residence—this is sheer lawlessness! Seize her! Take her to the Discipline Hall and give her a hundred lashes! No, two hundred lashes!!"

At his command, the two inner disciples' eyes turned sharp. Their longswords rasped as they were drawn from their scabbards.

They were proper inner disciples, trained in the Dragon Tiger Sword Sect's introductory sword technique, their vital energy far more condensed and substantial than that of servant disciples.

With swords in hand, their chilling sword light pointed directly at Luo Chenxi, their movements swift and ruthless.

One thrust towards her shoulder, the other slashed at her legs, their coordination seamless.

Clearly, their intention was to cripple her.

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