Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 723: The Western White Tiger

Meanwhile, at Shenlongjia.

Chen Huaian had reached the location of one of the Demon Sealing Pagodas.

As he had suspected, the two pagodas remained untouched, as Chen Niu and Wu E had been held up elsewhere.

A multitude of monsters swarmed around the Demon Sealing Pagoda. However, as Chen Huaian manifested the aura of the Ancestral Dragon, their aggressive stares dimmed. They reverted to a mindless, vacant state, drifting along fixed paths around the structure like lost phantoms.

With a confident and nonchalant stride, Chen Huaian walked boldly into the Demon Sealing Pagoda.

"If my memory serves, the qilin mentioned that the physical shells of the Four Great Sacred Beasts are housed within the remaining Demon Sealing Pagodas. While they aren't Fierce Beasts, they serve as guardians similar to the Great Sage’s shell. Unlike the Great Sage’s shell, however, there seems to be a chance to revive the Four Great Sacred Beasts."

He contemplated the Celestial-grade elixir tucked away in his storage ring.

He also thought back to a hint provided by the qilin—the physical shell of the White Tiger was located within the Shenlongjia Demon Sealing Pagoda.

Though he wasn't certain which pagoda held it, Chen Huaian felt there was a fifty percent chance he would stumble upon it shortly.

"The White Tiger rules the west and corresponds to the metal element of the five phases, representing solemn slaughter and restraint; it certainly has nothing to do with being hairless," Chen Huaian whispered to himself as he inspected the interior. This Demon Sealing Pagoda was entirely unlike the ones he had visited previously.

No demonic beasts were visible inside; there was only a boundless void of darkness and a piercing, freezing intent to kill.

This appeared to be the lower level of the Demon Sealing Pagoda.

Under normal circumstances, an auspicious beast capable of understanding speech would have greeted him by now.

The total lack of movement today felt highly suspicious.

Did they expect him, Chen, to initiate the encounter?

Fine, so be it!

Peerng into the surrounding gloom, Chen Huaian gathered Qi in his Dantian and bellowed, "White Tiger! Reveal yourself! White Tiger, where are you hiding!

Where is the auspicious beast guarding this place? Come out and face me! This Venerable One is the successor of the Ancestral Dragon, so let us proceed according to the rules and stop wasting time.

Where are the Fierce Beasts? Step forward and fight! This Venerable One requires your demonic souls!"

His shouts rang through the Demon Sealing Pagoda, yet no answer came, only the overlapping echoes of his own voice.

As the noise died down, the silence returned.

It was a heavy, deathly stillness.

It felt as though he were the only living soul in the entire place.

Only that freezing, bone-chilling killing intent remained, clinging to him like maggots burrowing into his marrow.

"Tch, it seems no one is willing to show me any respect..." Chen Huaian’s brow furrowed, and he prepared to shout once more when—

Hiss—!

A concentrated, terrifying killing intent, as cold and tangible as ice, erupted behind him without warning.

He felt as if he had been plunged into a glacial cavern of ten thousand years, where even his very thoughts were at risk of freezing solid.

The hair on Chen Huaian’s neck stood on end.

A frigid liquid, carrying a sharp and foul fishy odor, splashed onto his nape. The cold was so intense it made his entire frame tremble.

"Holy shit!" Chen Huaian’s scalp tingled. There was no time for thought; his physical instincts took over before his mind could process the danger.

He didn't leap back or rush forward, knowing that would only leave his back exposed to the threat.

Instead, his feet glided as if walking on clouds, his waist bending at a miraculous angle. His body drifted past the foul wind like a willow branch swaying in the breeze. The movement appeared almost clumsy, yet it perfectly evaded the lethal strike.

"Roar—!!!"

The gust of wind missed, letting out a sharp whistle as it crashed violently into the ground where Chen Huaian had just stood.

Under the immense, invisible pressure, the stone floor of the pagoda shattered into a web of cracks.

Spinning around to steady himself, Chen Huaian looked up, his heart still racing with fear.

A massive entity was crouched several zhang away, slowly lifting its terrifying head.

It had the form of a tiger, but it was several times larger than any typical tiger demon, its frame draped in stunning silver and white fur.

Its presence should have felt divine.

Instead, that fur was now shrouded in a thick, suffocating gray-black fog that radiated a sinister aura.

Most terrifying of all were its eyes—the tiger’s eyes, which should have shone with the majesty of molten gold, were now filled with pure, mindless ferocity and were entirely blood-red.

Deep within its gaze was only a frantic urge to annihilate everything; there was no sign of the wisdom or light expected of a divine beast.

"White Tiger!" Chen Huaian’s pupils shrank as he identified the legendary Western Sacred Beast. "So you are here! But..." Observing the strange gray energy and the crimson eyes of the creature, his heart grew heavy. "This state... as I feared, reasoning with it will be impossible."

His original plan was to speak with the White Tiger—offering to heal it and prolong its life in exchange for its service...

But this potential employee clearly had no interest in a conversation.

If that was the case—

"Do not worry, This Venerable One will simply give you a thorough thrashing," Chen Huaian said, taking a deep breath and pushing aside his regret. His eyes became as sharp as blades. "After I beat you, I shall release you from this misery!"

Before his voice could fade, the corrupted White Tiger let out a roar and lunged again.

It had lost the grace and skill of a divine beast, leaving behind only the most brutal, raw power.

Its massive claws sliced through the air, striking with the weight of ten thousand jun and the speed of a lightning bolt!

Chen Huaian’s heart raced with caution.

This crazed White Tiger, even if only a physical shell, was certainly not an opponent to be taken lightly.