Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 642: You Should Leave!

Chapter 642: You Should Leave!

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"I've thought of a method that will let both of us improve together!"

Chen Huaian extended a finger, his eyes bright.

Li Qingran's pretty face flushed, and she blinked up at Chen Huaian, twisting and stammering, "Th-then... what is this method? Hmph~"

"Very simple. We'll spar together!"

Chen Huaian smiled with full confidence.

"Train separately at first, then spar—constantly breaking through in actual combat. I can also take you traveling across mountains and rivers to temper yourself. All of these are brilliant ways for us to advance together!"

Li Qingran: "……"

"Master."

"Mm?"

"Your disciple suddenly feels tired and doesn't want to talk to you."

"Ah?"

"Please leave."

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Bang—!

Chen Huaian was pushed out of the room and stared at the closed door, completely bewildered.

What did the little disciple do now?

Why did she suddenly get angry?

Besides, this is the Slanted Moon Three Stars Cave — his residence!

How could his little disciple kick him out?

"Ah, a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea: yesterday all lovey-dovey, even cleaning this venerable one's weapons, and today..." Chen Huaian shook his head and sighed.

Anyway, his three shichen in the Cangyun Realm for today were used up.

He really should return to the Earth Star.

He just didn't know whether those three shichen were measured by Earth Star time or by Cangyun Realm time. If they were only Cangyun Realm time then... ṘÅ₦ＯBÊṤ

One hour on the Earth Star equals one day in the Cangyun Realm.

He could come to the Cangyun Realm to cultivate three shichen every hour.

Twenty-four hours in a day would let him cultivate 144 hours in the Cangyun Realm.

Of course, that's just in theory.

Sometimes when he had affairs on the Earth Star, he couldn't abruptly stop and return to the Cangyun Realm to cultivate.

But his cultivation time would definitely be far greater than before.

"Mother of gods! Take off! Hahahaha..."

Chen Huaian put his hands on his hips and threw his head back in wild laughter.

He wanted nothing in the heavens to block his sight.

He would make White Sword walk around whenever he saw him!

"Ancestor, did something happen to make you laugh so exaggeratedly?" Sun Wukong walked past Chen Huaian carrying a huge stone, looking puzzled.

But seeing Chen Huaian so happy lifted its own mood; even carrying the stone didn't feel tiring.

Now it already had the strength to fight a Golden Core disciple; its improvement was rapid. With continued practice of the Heavenly Demon Art, it wouldn't be long before it could arm-wrestle Nascent Soul disciples.

It really pays to train in a major sect—progress is fast.

The ancestor's kindness could never be repaid.

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At the same time.

Mortal realm.

Wilderness and hills near Youdu Kingdom.

Chen Wenyan was in a sorry state, fleeing for his life.

Gone was the earlier comfort of the top scholar with beauties in his arms, being hugged left and right.

He didn't even know whom he had offended.

He'd planned a pleasant outing with his concubines in this clear weather and to have some outdoor fun—wasn't that part of the charm?

But out of nowhere a pack of despicable jianghu experts sprang out and chased him.

To protect his beauties, he had to lure them away and use himself as bait.

He thought he could easily lose these pursuers using his superior lightness skill and escape techniques. He didn't expect these jianghu people to be so skilled that he couldn't shake them.

Yet his lightness skill was top-tier among martial artists.

How could so many suddenly have similarly top-tier lightness?

And judging by their attire, they clearly came from the same faction.

"Mother of—I'm exhausted!" Chen Wenyan heard the footsteps closing in and couldn't help roaring back, "No grudges, no feuds—why are you chasing me? Can't you be straightforward? What did I ever do to you? I'll pay, is that good?"

However, the pursuers did not reply; they only kept on, refusing to relent.

Behind them.

Elders of the Dragon Tiger Sword Sect followed their sect leader, all calm and unbothered, looking nothing like Chen Wenyan's collapsed, panting state.

They were traveling with True Essence, and their sect had some cultivation resources, so their progress was naturally faster than Chen Wenyan, who had been forcing his body to refine the Heavenly Demon Art without resources. Chen Wenyan's disadvantage was his lack of cultivation resources—he had been pushing through pain.

"Sect Lord, we obviously could catch up directly. Why are we toying with him like this?" an elder asked.

The old sect leader of Dragon Tiger Sword Sect stroked his beard and chuckled, "Torture, understand? We must torture him! The Immortal Master tasked me to make Chen Wenyan suffer; if we just killed him, wouldn't that be too easy for him?

If we maimed him and he later retaliated, we couldn't run away.

So I thought, how can we complete the Immortal Master's order without leaving hidden dangers? This is the way~"

Everyone present suddenly enlightened.

"Truly the Sect Lord! Brilliant!" a nearby elder exclaimed, awed. "When Chen Wenyan asks why we're chasing him, we can say nothing. If he later gets famous and comes looking for revenge, we'll have excuses!"

"Indeed, even if our excuse is flimsy," the old sect leader nodded with a laugh, "but he ran, didn't he? If he had nothing to hide, why would he flee? Hahaha!"

The old sect leader laughed and the others joined in a boisterous guffaw.

Only Chen Wenyan in front had no idea, panic-stricken.

"Could the thing Senior taught me—those supernatural skills—have been discovered by these people?" Once this thought appeared, it seized Chen Wenyan's mind: "Certainly that's it; they want to kill me and take the supernatural skills on me!"

Having barely touched the threshold of immortal cultivation, he couldn't just fall now.

But as he ran, his stamina drained, and before him was only a cliff.

"Are you kidding me? What luck I have!" Chen Wenyan's vision went black.

He often hunted in these hills and knew them fairly well.

In his panic he had somehow run onto the only path that led to the cliff edge.

He looked at the bottomless drop, heard the rushing wind behind him growing louder, steeled his heart and gritted his teeth.

"All or nothing! Better than being hacked to death!"

He leaped, his figure instantly swallowed by the mist.

"Oh no!" the Dragon Tiger Sword Sect members rushed to the cliff edge and saw only a roiling sea of clouds, bottomless.

The old sect leader's face went pale; he leaned over the cliff looking down, his voice trembling, "It's over... so high... he'd be smashed to pulp, right? The Immortal Master only said make him suffer, not kill him! This... what should we do?"

The elders looked at each other; the earlier comfortable cat-and-mouse game vanished, leaving only dread.

One elder croaked, "Sect Lord, he jumped himself. It's not our fault, is it?"

The old sect leader wore a mourning face, "That's what you say, but... sigh!"

Sharp gale winds from the fall slapped Chen Wenyan's cheeks, blurring his consciousness.

Just when he thought death was certain, a huge sound of rushing water came from below.

Plop!

Icy, bone-piercing river water instantly engulfed him; the massive impact blacked out his sight and knocked him unconscious.

Yet a thick driftwood that seemed to appear from nowhere, as if it had eyes, struck and lodged against him, perfectly positioned under his armpits.

The log jammed under him, propping his upper body above the water.

The rapid current carried him but somehow steered clear of submerged reefs and deadly whirlpools.

Several large fish even swam alongside, seeming curious enough to nudge him a few times, helping to adjust his orientation so he remained face-up with mouth and nose miraculously above the waterline.

Unaware, he floated downstream with the driftwood along the winding river.

After an unknown time, the current slowed and flowed into a mirror-like open lake.

In the deep part of the lake, mist rising, a young woman was bathing.

Her black hair clung wet to her smooth back, droplets sliding down her delicate skin.

This young woman was the junior sister of Xuanhe Gate—Jiang Yuqing.

Nearly a month had passed since the Dao Inquiry Assembly.

When Taoist Nun Qingci was revealed to be Master Yuyao, it shocked and bewildered them for a long time.

Although Master Yuyao had been locked away, Xuanhe Gate, having been unaware, was not punished.

Moon Shadow Sect even gave them some resources, letting them return and choose a new sect leader.

Moon Shadow Sect's disciples told them the secret technique they had been practicing had huge dangers; to prevent them from going mad, Moon Shadow Sect even personally taught orthodox Dao methods. Training continued, and after choosing a new sect leader, the matter gradually faded from memory.

Every day after cultivation, Jiang Yuqing loved to rest by the sect's lake.

She enjoyed the rare tranquility, her fair fingertips skimming the clear water.

Suddenly she felt something gently bump her back.

"Who?!" Jiang Yuqing turned sharply, covering her chest, her lovely face cooling with frost, her eyes full of vigilance and indignation—what brazen lecher!

But what met her gaze was an unconscious young man.

His face was pale, lips purple, soaked clothes clinging to a body still somewhat sturdy, supported by a driftwood and rocking with the waves.

Jiang Yuqing breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned.

Judging by his appearance, was he some drowned corpse washed ashore?

Why would he drift to the exact spot where she was bathing?

A bad omen crossed her mind and she planned to leave quickly.

But when her eyes fell on the water-dotted face, Jiang Yuqing froze.

Although messy and unconscious, the man's brows and features had an indescribable handsomeness—high nose bridge, a clear jawline—far better looking than those brothers who either put on airs or were overly obsequious.

The thought stunned her, and her cheeks warmed inexplicably.

She looked carefully; the man's chest was still faintly rising.

"He's still alive..." Jiang Yuqing bit her lip, internal struggle raging.

Sect rules were strict; taking a stranger back was taboo.

Yet to leave him here in the wild lake would mean certain death.

She looked down at the pale handsome face in the water; her sense of aesthetics nudged her, and a flutter mixed with pity won out.

"Fine, fine, you won't die on my watch," Jiang Yuqing sighed and quickly arranged her clothes.

She carefully dragged Chen Wenyan from the driftwood, laboriously supporting one of his arms, half-carrying and half-dragging him toward Xuanhe Gate.

Only ripples remained on the lake, and a gentle breeze passed as if nothing had happened.

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