Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 725: Let go of the ancestor's opportunity!
Previously on Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?...
Chapter 725: Relinquish the Ancestor's Fortunate Chance!
"Listen, oversized beast, if you have the capacity for speech, it implies you can comprehend my words, right?"
Chen Huaian shifted back with practiced ease, evading another of Qiongqi’s lunges. He maintained a secure distance, keeping his blade at the ready.
"To begin with, I am absolutely not an Ascender!"
Despite Chen Huaian’s attempt to clarify the situation.
Qiongqi threw its head back and bellowed: "Ascender! Perish—!!!"
It then resumed its mindless, predatory pouncing.
Chen Huaian was at a loss: "I’m telling you, I’m not an Ascender. Why don't you use those massive eyes of yours to actually look? Have you ever encountered a Nascent Soul stage Ascender with my level of power?"
"Ascender! Perish—!!!"
"Blast it, you're nothing but a stubborn machine!" Chen Huaian muttered, rolling his eyes in annoyance. His agility far outmatched Qiongqi’s, allowing him to retreat swiftly before delivering a retaliatory sword strike across the beast's snout.
Crack—!
The sensation of his blade striking an immovable stone wall caused Chen Huaian’s eyes to widen in astonishment.
"Good grief! That’s incredibly tough!"
Qiongqi appeared ragged and haphazardly assembled, like some sort of sewn-together monstrosity.
Who could have guessed it possessed such an impenetrable defense?
Fierce Beasts were indeed worthy of their reputation!
Chen Huaian’s gaze turned sharp and focused. It was clear that a brutal confrontation was now unavoidable.
It was time to stop holding back!
"Sword Falls Like Silver River! Descending from the Nine Heavens!"
The Black Scale sword flew from its sheath, its Sword Qi radiating like a vibrant rainbow.
Waves of brilliant Sword Light, resembling a celestial river of stars, poured down upon Qiongqi.
"Boom—!"
A heavy, muffled thunderclap echoed through the air.
Qiongqi remained standing within the tempest of Sword Qi, seemingly "relishing" the slicing energy without a single sign of distress.
Chen Huaian’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
This Qiongqi was an anomaly.
It lacked any overwhelming realm pressure, yet its offensive and defensive capabilities were staggering. Chen Huaian didn't dare to take its hits directly, yet his own sword techniques were merely leaving faint marks on its hide.
What kind of monster was this?!
"Does any Ascender you know possess sword skills like mine?"
Chen Huaian attempted to use logic once more.
"I am the successor of the Dragon Soul; I have come here to assist with your plan!"
"Your identity is irrelevant!" Qiongqi thrashed its head, suddenly unhinging its massive, bloody jaws: "Save your words for my Breath Attack! Cursed Ascender!"
As the roar faded.
A sphere of pitch-black Breath Attack, brimming with pure ruinous energy, coalesced in its throat.
An instant later, it surged directly toward Chen Huaian’s head.
Chen Huaian hissed, "What a nuisance!" and threw himself out of the way.
He was a fraction of a second too slow. The edge of the Breath Attack clipped his snow-white robe, the intense corrosive properties instantly dissolving a large section of the fabric.
"Damn! Li Qingran made this robe specifically for me!"
Chen Huaian’s temper finally flared.
He swatted away the White Tiger's Physical Shell as it tried to ambush him, then fixed Qiongqi with a murderous glare. "Fine, you want to fight that badly?!"
Qiongqi’s forward charge faltered for a brief moment.
In that heartbeat, it felt a suffocating, terrifying killing intent radiating from the human cultivator.
However, it found the sensation absurd.
A mere Ascender—what did killing intent matter?
Was he truly capable of slaying it?
In the next breath, it watched as the human produced a token-like treasure from thin air.
The token shimmered with a soft golden radiance, clearly already in effect.
This was even more pathetic.
A simple treasure.
Did the boy not realize that its power could rot even the finest artifacts?
Qiongqi unfurled its wings as dense clusters of corrosive orbs gathered around its frame, blotting out the sky within the Demon Sealing Pagoda. This time, it would wipe the Ascender from existence, leaving him no room to run!
Meanwhile, within the Moon Shadow Sect of the Cangyun Realm.
A massive spatial tremor rippled through the heavens above the sect grounds.
Vast numbers of Moon Shadow Sect disciples gazed upward, their faces lit with fervor.
"It's the Ancestor! The Ancestor's Summoning Token has been used!"
"There is no level requirement—every one of us has a shot at this!"
"Quickly! Don't let the opportunity slip away!"
A swarm of disciples took flight, racing toward the rift in space.
But just as they drew near, a figure spinning inside a washing machine-shaped artifact blocked their path.
"Junior brothers, this fortunate chance is far too much for you to handle! Allow me!"
Su Qinian erupted with a surge of his True Essence.
Boom—!
A powerful shockwave of energy sent the approaching disciples flying backward.
"Hehehe! The Ancestor's opportunity belongs to me!"
Though they were filled with bitterness, the disciples could only watch in despair as Su Qinian sped toward the spatial rift.
However, a second before Su Qinian could reach the fluctuation.
A figure materialized, slamming a palm against Su Qinian’s brow: "Brother Su, a Unity peak cultivator like you shouldn't be messing with this! I'll take care of it! Hehehe!" Zhang Mengchu smirked with a savage glint in his eye, desperate for a way to vent his frustrations.
He had just sensed the Ancestor's 'invitation,' and such calls usually meant there was a fight to be had.
He was determined to grab this chance to go trample some cultivators in another realm.
"Ancestor! You've arrived!" Su Qinian shouted, pointing frantically behind Zhang Mengchu with a look of shock.
Zhang Mengchu gave a mocking snort: "Such childish tricks won't work on me. I stopped falling for that nonsense when I was a toddler!"
As he spoke, the spatial rift behind him vanished abruptly.
Zhang Mengchu spun around in shock, meeting only the smug, triumphant grin of Lin Fan.
Then, Lin Fan was whisked away as the spatial portal collapsed.
"Nooo! The Ancestor's opportunity!" Zhang Mengchu stood beneath the empty air where the rift had been, nearly moved to tears of rage, before turning to glare at Su Qinian.
Su Qinian retreated back into his washing machine treasure, spinning as he spoke: "Elder Zhang, I tried to warn you, but you wouldn't listen. This isn't on me..."
"You claimed the Ancestor was there! Who would believe the Ancestor was actually coming?!" Zhang Mengchu bellowed in fury.
Su Qinian looked perfectly innocent: "I was worried you wouldn't believe me if I said Elder Lin was coming. If you don't even respect the Ancestor's presence, would you have cared about Elder Lin?"
Zhang Mengchu choked on his rage, his fingers trembling as he pointed at Su Qinian: "You... you insufferable..."
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Back on Earth Star, the spatial distortion settled.
Chen Huaian stood firm, gripping the Sect Summoning Token.
In his desperation, he had activated a random summon, setting only a minimum cultivation level of Void Shattering.
He had no idea who would answer, but surely a Void Shattering expert could deal with Qiongqi with ease?
If one wasn't enough, he could always bring in a second, even if it shortened the summoning time.
The corrosive aura surrounding Qiongqi reached its peak, with every destructive energy orb locked onto Chen Huaian's position.
Just as it prepared to launch its devastating volley.
A hand appeared.
A slender, powerful, and pale hand—one that looked almost delicate—was pressed firmly against its forehead.
Boom—!
An astronomical force drove Qiongqi straight into the earth, causing the surrounding energy orbs to flicker and vanish one by one.
A cloud of dust billowed from the center of the Demon Sealing Pagoda.
From within the massive crater carved out by Qiongqi’s bulk, a haunting, agonizing scream erupted.
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