Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 732: Kill One If One Comes
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Chapter 732: Kill One If One Comes
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【Heaven's Calculation complete!】
【Mask of Folly has been listed in the Electronic Girlfriend shop!】
A bright glint flashed through Chen Huaian's eyes.
Interesting.
The Mask of Folly? That title carries a rather enigmatic vibe!
At this point, he had begun utilizing the Electronic Girlfriend system as a specialized search engine for rare items.
Since he was currently stranded on Earth Star and unable to return to the Cangyun Realm at will, he simply used the system to hunt for whatever resources he required.
If the search failed, he would simply find another way to solve the problem.
Once again, the Electronic Girlfriend system proved its worth, immediately putting the discovered treasure up for sale.
Chen Huaian entered the Electronic Girlfriend shop and spotted a silver-white 'Mask of Folly' occupying the top row. It resembled the sort of disguise a shadowy figure would favor, though the inventory was unexpectedly high—ten thousand units were available.
He possessed only one face; why on earth would he need ten thousand masks?
【Mask of Folly (Silver) can resist Divine Sense searches from Void Fusion Realm beings three times. The mask shatters after three uses. / Limited time offer: 100 top-grade spirit jade】
【Mask of Folly (Silver) Pro can resist Divine Sense searches from Void Fusion Realm beings 10 times. The mask shatters after 10 uses. / Limited time offer: 1000 top-grade spirit jade】
【Mask of Folly (Silver) Pro Max can resist Divine Sense searches from Void Fusion Realm beings 30 times. The mask shatters after 30 uses. / Limited time offer: 2888 top-grade spirit jade】
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Chen Huaian: "..."
He began to strongly suspect that the Electronic Girlfriend system had been studying the marketing strategies of Earth's smartphone manufacturers.
Below the silver tier, other options were available.
There were Gold, Platinum, and higher versions of the Mask of Folly, with their defensive capabilities against Divine Sense scaling upward. Gold was rated for the First Tribulation of the Great Ascension Stage, Platinum for the Second Tribulation, Diamond for the Third Tribulation, and the Ultimate version was effective even against the True Immortal realm.
Naturally, the costs escalated just as dramatically.
Looking at the long string of zeros on the price tags made even a wealthy man like him feel a bit breathless.
Fortunately, such extreme power wasn't necessary for his current situation. To handle Chen Niu, a single silver-tier Mask of Folly would suffice.
In fact, it was debatable if Chen Niu even possessed enough strength left to attempt a Divine Sense scan!
Transaction confirmed.
With the deduction of 100 top-grade spirit jade, a silver-white mask materialized in Chen Huaian's palm.
Within the Immortal Realm of the Cangyun Realm, White Sword watched as the most basic version of the treasure was purchased and couldn't stop his mouth from twitching.
"Damn, what a cheapskate!"
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Chen Huaian examined the mask in his hands.
The material was unrecognizable, but a faint, swirling vapor rose from the surface, radiating an aura that made the heart tremble.
As he placed the silver-white mask over his face, a cooling sensation washed over him.
Immediately, his entire presence was shrouded in an indescribable, otherworldly Qi.
He appeared to merge with the surrounding shadows, yet he also seemed separated from reality by a thick layer of fog. His existence became erratic and hard to pin down—simultaneously vivid and unreachable.
Nearby, Chen Niu struggled to move its eyes, sensing an overwhelming presence descending upon the area.
Driven by instinct, it looked toward the source and saw only a masked sword cultivator.
The cultivator was clad in white robes, carrying a blade that shimmered with the chill of frost.
None of those details were particularly alarming.
The mask, however, was different.
Simply gazing upon it made Chen Niu feel lightheaded, as if its very consciousness was being pulled into a vacuum.
Holding River Sinker, Chen Huaian began walking toward the gore-stained ground where Chen Niu’s body lay in ruins.
His boots crunched over scorched earth and splashed through pools of blood. The rhythmic, wet sounds of his footsteps acted like the drums of a funeral march, pounding against Chen Niu’s crumbling spirit.
Amidst the piles of mangled flesh, Chen Niu’s massive, broken form rose and fell in a desperate struggle for air. Each breath sounded like a punctured bellows, spraying hot, bloody froth. Its lone remaining eye, flickering with a dying green flame, stayed locked on the approaching figure.
The distance closed.
Though the figure wasn't exceptionally large, it exerted a crushing pressure on Chen Niu, similar to standing at the edge of an infinite chasm.
This was someone it didn't recognize; no memory of such a person existed in its mind.
The eyes visible behind the mask were freezing and detached, as though they were merely observing a corpse.
Chen Niu had never encountered such a cold, emotionless weight before. It felt as though its entire being was being analyzed and discarded.
It was the absolute contempt a superior life form holds for an inferior one.
The aura felt even more exalted than its own true Demon Immortal form!
"You... just who are you?!" Chen Niu managed to rasp out, its voice cracking with suspicion and a terror it couldn't hide.
It tried to use what was left of its Divine Sense to pierce through the misty mask and see the stranger's face.
But as its Divine Sense made contact, it was met with nothing but a terrifying, bottomless void.
That void was not empty, however.
Deep within that darkness, a massive, golden Thunder Eye suddenly snapped open with icy indifference!
The eye held no mercy, resembling the Heavenly Dao looking down upon a mere insect. It instantly locked onto Chen Niu’s Divine Soul!
"Ahhh—!" A piercing shriek erupted from the depths of Chen Niu's soul.
Its fragile Divine Soul felt as if it had been struck by a massive, unseen mallet. The agony caused its broken body to thrash violently, nearly falling apart entirely.
Was this the same sword cultivator?
The one who had used such ruthless and bizarre tactics to steal the Celestial Jade Marrow?!
But... the feeling was different...
This Qi was more ethereal, more... ancient?
While Chen Niu was paralyzed by fear and soul-crushing pain, Chen Huaian finally moved.
With a simple, fluid motion, he rotated his wrist and lifted River Sinker.
Clang—!
A concentrated black Sword Aura, so sharp it appeared to slice the very fabric of space, descended in silence.
It was fast! So incredibly fast that Chen Niu’s panicked eye couldn't even register the path of the blade!
Between its devastating physical wounds and the mental trauma, it was unable to track Chen Huaian's movements.
Squelch—!
It was like a heated blade passing through fresh snow.
Chen Niu’s massive, hideous head—along with its eyes still flickering with a final, spiteful green flame—was severed cleanly from its broken torso.
No blood sprayed from the wound; the flesh at the neck had been instantly vaporized by the sheer intensity of the Sword Intent, leaving behind only wisps of scorched blue smoke.
"Heh... heh..." The decapitated head of Chen Niu rolled across the dirt.
Meaningless, wheezing sounds escaped from its fading consciousness.
The green fire in its eyes flared with a final surge of malice and insanity.
"Don't... think... this ends here..." The head managed to project one last sliver of poisonous Divine Sense, accompanied by a hysterical cackle. "I... am merely an avatar! Once I fall... my true self will... dispatch even more powerful... incarnations! All of you... will suffer..."
Chen Huaian didn't wait for the creature to finish its threats.
With cold eyes, he delivered a sharp tap with the tip of River Sinker.
A thin but deadly thread of Sword Qi pierced through the center of the rolling head’s forehead, simultaneously shattering Chen Niu’s fractured Demonic Soul.
The last ripples of Chen Niu's Divine Sense vanished instantly.
The crazed laughter died on its monstrous face. The green flames in its eyes flickered like a candle in a gale before being extinguished forever, leaving behind only a hollow, deathly silence.
Thud.
The heavy bull head came to a rest in the pool of blood, completely drained of life.
Chen Huaian stood still. Amidst the drifting smoke and the scent of blood, the silver-white mask looked both ominous and profoundly mysterious.
He held River Sinker at an angle toward the ground. The blade remained perfectly clean, its silver-black surface reflecting a dark, chilling light.
"Something is off..."
Chen Huaian thought back on the execution of the avatar.
It had been far too easy.
He had expected Chen Niu to put up some semblance of a fight.
But from the moment he donned the mask, the beast seemed to have lost its mind...
Well... it didn't matter.
He looked down at the lifeless remains of Chen Niu and gave a cold snort:
"I don't care how many avatars you send..."
"Send one, and This Venerable One will kill one!"
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