Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 728: The Sacred Beast White Tiger
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Chapter 728: The Sacred Beast White Tiger
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"Qiongqi, how are you faring in there?"
Chen Huaian gave the bottle a light shake.
From within the vessel, Qiongqi’s startled voice resonated almost immediately.
"Senior, this place is remarkably pleasant! My wounds are mending at a rapid pace. I believe I’ll be ready to emerge and battle for you shortly!"
Chen Huaian: "..."
Ready to battle?
Was he planning to jump out just to get shoved back in again?
Is this some sort of Pokémon dynamic!?
"Just remain inside and behave. The outside world is treacherous; don't even think about leaving."
Chen Huaian promptly stowed the Purple Gold Gourd into his Storage Ring before Qiongqi could offer a rebuttal.
His attention then turned to the formidable White Tiger before him.
Approaching the Sacred Beast White Tiger with his blade gripped firmly, Chen Huaian couldn't help but reflect that a mere physical vessel remained just that—it possessed the visage of a divine creature but was devoid of its true celestial spirit.
A genuine sacred beast would never cower and shiver in a corner like this hollow shell, even when confronted by the direst of fates.
"I can only trust that Qilin's medicinal recipe is as potent as claimed."
Chen Huaian produced a Celestial-grade Nine Revolutions Soul-Returning Pill.
Typically, any medicinal pill designated with the "Nine Revolutions" prefix commanded immense power.
He recalled the Nine-Turn Union Bliss Pill he had utilized during his dual cultivation sessions with Li Qingran; its stamina-enhancing effects were legendary.
Beyond accelerating the flow of spiritual energy during their union, the pill instilled a profound craving for the practice, making them yearn for one another at every encounter.
Consequently, he found himself locked in three hundred rounds of daily combat with Li Qingran. It was a blessing he possessed a Nascent Soul foundation; a lesser man would surely have withered under the intensity of her demands.
A cultivator of weaker constitution would have simply perished from overexertion.
Regarding the grade of such medicines, Celestial and Saint Grades represented the pinnacle, often manifesting supernatural properties that transcended the standard limits of alchemy.
This specific pill was a prime example.
While a standard Nine Revolutions Soul-Returning Pill was merely for healing fleshly wounds,
this Celestial-grade variant possessed the power to summon spirits. It was the perfect remedy for a vessel like this White Tiger, which still harbored lingering fragments of its original remnant soul.
Provided that even a sliver of the White Tiger’s soul remained drifting between the heavens and the earth, this pill could draw those fragments back together.
The end goal was to reconstruct the White Tiger’s soul in its entirety, mend its physical form, and achieve a complete resurrection.
"Ease your fears. This Venerable One has come to deliver you."
The White Tiger shell, tainted by the malevolent gray mist and driven by nothing but feral survival, stared back with eyes clouded by terror and confusion.
Low, menacing growls vibrated in its chest as its massive frame instinctively recoiled into the shadows.
It watched the pill in Chen Huaian’s palm with deep suspicion and hostility.
That was until a peculiar, divine aroma reached its nose.
The constricted pupils of the White Tiger shell suddenly snapped wide!
A primal hunger, rising from the very core of its existence, instantly suppressed its violent urges and wariness.
The growling subsided into a soft rumble, and its blood-red eyes became fixated on the tiny golden orb.
Its nostrils twitched violently, greedily drinking in a scent that caused its very spirit to vibrate.
A deep-seated instinct screamed within its mind:
Consume it!
By eating this, the cycle of agony and madness would finally end!
Nevertheless, the natural skepticism of a high-ranking demon beast, combined with the paranoia born of the gray gas corruption, made it pause.
Huge paws clawed at the stone floor in agitation, leaving behind jagged furrows.
It shifted its gaze between the pill and Chen Huaian, caught in a tug-of-war between desperate longing and lingering dread.
Chen Huaian remained patient, holding the pill steady while meeting the beast's gaze with a look that was both compassionate and resolute.
At last, the craving for a new life triumphed over its fear.
The White Tiger shell took a tentative, shaky step toward him, slowly lowering its massive head toward Chen Huaian’s outstretched hand.
Lin Fan kept his hand resting on his sword hilt, prepared to strike if the beast showed any signs of aggression.
But the expected attack never came.
The White Tiger shell merely flicked its sandpaper-rough tongue, gently tasting the edge of the medicine.
Boom!
A wave of gentle yet overwhelming vitality surged from its tongue, racing through its entire frame.
For a fleeting moment, the suffocating gray mist surrounding its soul core was pushed back, offering a glimpse of peace it had never known.
The crimson tint in its eyes began to fade.
The sensation... was nothing short of miraculous!
Every ounce of doubt evaporated. The White Tiger shell unhinged its jaws and swept the glowing immortal pill into its mouth. The pill melted instantly, becoming a warm, golden tide that flooded its system and surged toward the fractured, gray-choked soul core at its center.
Hum—!!!
A resonant vibration echoed from deep within the beast’s body.
Suddenly, a golden shockwave of sacred energy rippled outward, like a stone dropped into a still pond.
With the White Tiger at the center, the light expanded through the chamber.
This aura was holy and warm, radiating a sense of divine protection.
As the light touched the walls, the oppressive killing intent of the Demon Sealing Pagoda’s lowest floor vanished like frost under a summer sun.
The corrupted stone and earth seemed to breathe again, touched by a spark of life.
And this was only the prelude.
Roar—!!!
A tiger’s cry, filled with both sorrow and absolute majesty, shook the Demon Sealing Pagoda—and perhaps the entire world.
This sound didn't originate from the physical beast in front of them; it echoed from the void, from the currents of time, and from every corner of the Earth Star.
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At the C Province Exorcist Division, Chen Niu—who had just arrived to free Wu E from the seal—suddenly froze.
This holy aura...
It was the scent of those defiant remnants of the Ancestral Dragon line, the ancient enemies of the Celestial God Clan.
He sensed a shift in the winds of fate that boded ill for his kind.
Abandoning his task to free Wu E, he took to the skies, racing toward the origin of this disturbing power.
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Back at the Demon Sealing Pagoda.
Countless specks of white light, varying in brilliance, began to manifest as if answering a divine decree.
They emerged from the empty air, the depths of the soil, and the distant reaches of the cosmos...
Like fireflies returning to their hive or a river of stars flowing backward, they carried an ancient, sacred presence. They bypassed all physical barriers, converging frantically upon the golden-wrapped White Tiger shell at the bottom of the pagoda.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The points of light rained down into the White Tiger's body.
With every absorbed fragment, the gray corruption vanished, its silver fur regained a brilliant sheen, and its fading life force surged with renewed vigor.
The massive predator shook within the golden light, undergoing a total spiritual baptism.
Bones snapped and reset, muscles wove themselves anew, and old scars vanished as its body was remade.
The eyes that once held only bloodthirsty madness were being transformed.
The feral rage retreated like a ebbing tide.
In its place, pupils as bright as molten gold began to shine.
They were regal and ancient.
The divine light of a true sacred beast was being rekindled within those eyes.
Boom!
A pressure far more refined and powerful than before radiated from the White Tiger.
It was no longer the stench of a demon, but the absolute authority of a sacred beast—the power of judgment, the Geng Metal element of the West.
As this aura washed over the room, even Lin Fan squinted, feeling the weight of its divine presence.
The golden radiance eventually settled, and the last of the soul fragments were fully integrated.
Quiet returned to the depths of the Demon Sealing Pagoda, though the air remained thick with an auspicious scent.
The Sacred Beast White Tiger, still crouched upon the floor, finally...
Lifted its head with slow, deliberate grace!
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