Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 727: The Overlord's Muscles Are a Glutton!

Qiongqi was utterly dumbstruck.

After staring at Chen Huaian’s face for a long duration, it finally managed to squeeze out a trembling sentence.

“You... please speak...”

“Now that’s more like it~” The grin on Chen Huaian’s face grew even more “nuclear-friendly.”

He patted Qiongqi’s head and remarked casually, “This Venerable One is not an Ascender.”

“This... this humble demon is already aware of that.”

Qiongqi was absolutely positive about that fact now.

What kind of Ascender could possibly be this terrifying?

It cast a weak glance toward Lin Fan.

Setting aside this monster, even the Nascent Soul cultivator standing before him was far from normal.

What ordinary Ascender possessed this level of combat power?

And there was certainly no way they possessed such a refined sword technique.

Chen Huaian clearly held some extraordinary inheritance.

It wasn't surprising that he claimed to be the Dragon Soul inheritor—the beast believed him now.

Chen Huaian suddenly delivered a backhanded slap across Qiongqi’s face, leaving the creature completely dazed. “You motherfucker, didn’t you just claim you didn’t care who This Venerable One was? Why do you believe me now? What were you doing when I told you to stop earlier? Huh? Do you only feel comfortable after a beating? Are you some kind of masochist?”

Qiongqi felt like weeping but had no tears to shed, not daring to utter a word.

It was simply a matter of habit.

In the past, Ascenders from the Great Thunder Temple and various other Sects often forced their way in.

There were also those who pretended to be Dragon Soul inheritors, but they were all unmasked and slaughtered by it.

Furthermore, its specific mission was to wait for Taotie’s arrival.

The Dragon Soul inheritor was a concern for the auspicious beast faction—what did that have to do with fierce beasts like itself?

Refraining from attacking upon an encounter was already considered extremely polite.

The main issue was that it never actually met any—they were always just old bald donkeys.

Those old bald donkeys were fools—dragons were naturally lustful, and Dragon Soul inheritors were all desperate perverts in heat; how could they possibly be monks?

As time passed, it became too lazy to make distinctions.

Any human entering the Demon Sealing Pagoda was treated as an Ascender by default.

The White Tiger’s Physical Shell would strike first, and if that couldn't handle the situation, it would intervene.

Or, if the mood struck, it would even rush into the fray first.

This was the reason why it had indiscriminately joined the White Tiger’s Physical Shell in a fierce assault when Chen Huaian entered. As for why the attack continued even after Chen Huaian explained himself and proved his strength...

It was quite simple...

It had been consumed by a berserk killing intent.

It was a fierce beast by its very nature.

Losing one's mind while in a bloodlusted state was perfectly reasonable, wasn't it?

But Qiongqi had regained its senses now.

“Forgive me, Dragon Soul inheritor, please spare this humble demon’s life.” Qiongqi pleaded piteously for mercy: “This humble demon still has a purpose... I must wait for His Lordship Taotie to arrive and fuse with this humble demon’s Demonic Soul.”

Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes and gave a cold sneer: “Haven’t you detected a trace of Taotie’s host essence within yourself?

To be blunt, This Venerable One came here today specifically to revive Taotie’s host body. Claiming your Demonic Soul is also for the sake of gathering the essence of Taotie’s host body, eventually finalizing the fusion.”

“Taotie... host body?” Qiongqi blinked, looking puzzled: “What remains within this humble demon is a sliver of essence separated by His Lordship Taotie himself, not the essence of a host body.”

“What?” Chen Huaian was momentarily stunned, but then a realization dawned on him.

Muscle Tyrant might not be a demon beast possessing a Taotie bloodline.

Nor was he merely Taotie’s host body—was it possible that...

Muscle Tyrant was Taotie himself.

The only reason he was viewed as a host body was that he hadn’t reclaimed his peak power yet.

He hadn't yet merged with the essences of the various fierce beasts!

The more he pondered it, the more plausible it seemed, feeling like the absolute truth.

This meant Muscle Tyrant was also carrying out a mission.

He had constantly wondered if he could use Muscle Tyrant to locate Taotie’s true form. Due to the Ancestral Dragon’s scheme, he and Taotie—who also bore a mission—could be said to share the same fate. Essentially, Taotie served as his shield.

When the Well of Heaven finally opens completely.

Taotie would draw all the scrutiny away from him, allowing his status as the Dragon Soul inheritor to remain concealed. This would continue until the day they directly confronted the Celestial God Clan, when the hidden blade would finally be revealed.

So Taotie had been at his side this entire time.

It was only because Muscle Tyrant was so weak.

That he never associated Muscle Tyrant with Taotie, the sovereign of ancient fierce beasts.

The assessment of Muscle Tyrant on the Digital Girlfriend’s character interface had also clouded his judgment.

—Taotie host body.

Who could have guessed that "Taotie host body" referred to Taotie himself.

Could these two terms be synonymous?!

Looking back now, they truly were the same thing.

He had simply misinterpreted it.

He assumed Muscle Tyrant was merely a vessel for Taotie, and that once Taotie manifested, Muscle Tyrant would transform into the real thing.

But the reality was that the vessel was the former Little Black cat, and Muscle Tyrant was Taotie—he had occupied the vessel long ago, he just hadn't reached full maturity yet.

“This Venerable One did not grasp the situation clearly.”

Chen Huaian’s expression turned grave as he frowned and said: “The reason you possess Taotie’s essence isn't due to some guidance or inheritance, but because Taotie’s vessel was seized by a Demon Immortal’s avatar.

To escape, Taotie was forced to self-destruct his Demonic Soul, scattering it across the world, with the majority of it entering you fierce beasts.”

Upon hearing this, Qiongqi’s eyes flew open.

Its blood-red pupils were instantly flooded with murderous intent and fury.

“Who! Who dared to harm our king! I will surely ensure they suffer a gruesome death!”

Chen Huaian curled his lip at Qiongqi’s display of rage.

Give me a break.

This little lackey isn’t exactly a powerhouse either.

He can't defeat Lin Fan, and he likely couldn't handle Chen Niu either.

Chen Niu, having gone through reincarnation, surely has clever tricks to deal with Qiongqi.

Perhaps without much trouble, Qiongqi’s Fierce Beast essence would be snatched away.

Noticing Chen Huaian’s silence.

Qiongqi seemed to recall its own pathetic state, having nothing left but a head.

After a brief silence, it asked tentatively: “Um, senior, could you perhaps mend this humble demon’s wounds? This humble demon will set out immediately to seek vengeance for His Lordship Taotie, and senior may accompany this humble demon...”

“You’re dreaming.” Chen Huaian produced the Purple Gold Gourd, his expression icy: “This Venerable One has his own methods to restore Taotie, so quit your wandering!”

“Qiongqi! This Venerable One calls your name—do you dare to answer?!”

Staring into the mouth of the Purple Gold Gourd.

Qiongqi instinctively let out a “quack” sound.

In the following instant, a horrific suction force erupted, making it feel as if its very soul was being ripped away.

With virtually no power to resist, its remaining demonic form and essence were dragged into the gourd.

“That easy?!” Chen Huaian looked astonished as he gave the gourd a shake.

If he had realized this gourd was so formidable, why would he have bothered fighting Qiongqi? He could have just used the gourd to seize it from the start!

“Ancestor, it is not quite that simple.” Lin Fan looked at the gourd in Chen Huaian’s grip and shook his head: “This gourd primarily functions to nurture and trap—it is effective for catching common monsters.

However, for a creature like the one you just took, had it not been thrashed by this junior until only its head remained, it could have easily resisted the gourd’s suction. But...”

Lin Fan paused, clicking his tongue in amazement: “If this junior is not mistaken, while the gourd’s suction isn't overwhelming, once a monster is trapped inside, it can never escape, regardless of its power. So—”

He and Chen Huaian traded looks.

Both recognized a spark of mischief and cunning in the other’s eyes.

If they attempted a direct approach, they might fail to capture monsters.

But they could always resort to an ambush...

Much like using a glass jar to trap a fly—just drop the cover over its head when it isn't looking.

Could the fly still find a way out?!