Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 766: Farewell

Last night, Li Qingran had gone completely unrestrained.

As Chen Huaian stirred awake this morning, a slight tremble lingered in his legs.

Were it not for his status as a Unity Stage cultivator, boasting near-endless vitality, he might have collapsed outright from the night's draining fervor.

Once Chen Huaian shook off the hazy remnants of last evening's bliss, he noticed Li Qingran already clad in her attire.

With her gaze cast downward, she approached Chen Huaian, nibbled her lower lip, and nestled once more into his arms. Drawing in a profound breath, she seemed to relish his aroma. "Husband, I'm heading to the Small Thousand World shortly... Qingran just can't stand the thought of leaving you..."

"You know, you really don't need to depart," Chen Huaian murmured, his fingers gently caressing Li Qingran's hair. "If parting from your master pains you so much, perhaps your master could arrange something else for you."

Chen Huaian understood full well that the Electronic Girlfriend Game's assignment of this mission sealed Li Qingran's path to the Small Thousand World.

It had woven itself into her deepest fixation.

He merely voiced his desire for her to remain by his side.

Yet he also recognized that her journey to the Small Thousand World wouldn't sever their bond entirely.

After all...

He'd already chosen both of her Battle Souls, and the latest one promised to be utterly astounding!

"Hmph!" Li Qingran huffed in irritation, twisting away to show him her back. With lips pursed, she muttered, "Always 'your master, your master'... Does husband plan to remain Qingran's master forever? Why not switch up the way you call me? Even last night, you stuck to 'disciple'... Is it really so tough to use other names?"

"Ah?" Chen Huaian took a moment to catch on to Li Qingran's point.

But he wasn't dense, and quickly adjusted. "Wife."

"Hmm~" Li Qingran shifted her hips playfully, keeping her face turned from him.

"Wife," Chen Huaian repeated.

She squirmed again, this time with a softer sway.

How could he miss what his dear disciple craved?

She yearned for him to say it repeatedly; she wasn't ready to stop hearing it!

Chen Huaian uttered the word a few more times in a row. Only then, content at last, did Li Qingran swivel halfway around, cheeks glowing pink. Still, she sulked a bit, appearing not entirely soothed—but for Li Qingran, true contentment seemed forever out of reach.

Their union was fresh and new.

Yet separation loomed already.

Even a myriad of "wife" calls wouldn't sate her...

Still, Li Qingran held back from pressing Chen Huaian further.

Watching his little disciple feign petulance on purpose, Chen Huaian let out a quiet laugh. He encircled her slim waist, drew her fully into his hold facing him, dipped his head to press lips to her silky locks, and whispered tenderly, "Come now, wife, enough pouting. Keep that wiggling up, and your husband might lose control."

At his words, Li Qingran's pale cheeks blazed scarlet. She gave his sturdy chest a light shove, murmuring, "Husband, you're awful."

"Wasn't a full night of... passion sufficient?"

"Never enough," Chen Huaian brushed against her earlobe. "A million nights more wouldn't satisfy!"

"Wh-what's that supposed to mean! You... you're no endless beast..." Li Qingran's lovely features burned deeper. Flailing her small hands as she stuttered, "How could anyone manage that? Indulging daily... when would cultivation fit in? No way! Not at all! You're incorrigible!"

"Then this husband reserves his mischief solely for his wife," Chen Huaian responded in a hushed tone, brimming with warmth.

He'd at last shifted his manner of speaking.

It felt awkward initially, but repetition brought ease.

Now, he found himself rather enjoying it.

"Hmm~" Li Qingran burrowed closer within his arms, then tilted her chin up, eyes sparkling with sly intent. "Husband, now that you're using 'wife,' don't you owe me a keepsake? Qingran's off to the Small Thousand World and won't lay eyes on husband for ages. A token would soothe this ache of missing you..." While talking, she stretched out her fine, gem-like fingers to trace patterns on Chen Huaian's chest.

A token?

Chen Huaian hadn't readied one.

He'd assumed their time apart wouldn't truly isolate them.

Thanks to the Electronic Girlfriend Game, Li Qingran's trip to the Small Thousand World wouldn't bar him from seeing her.

But his wife desired one now.

Failing to provide it...

Chen Huaian was certain the fingers circling his chest would soon clench into a punishing grip!

"Ahem~" Chen Huaian cleared his throat awkwardly and tweaked her cheek. "Rest easy, your husband isn't one to wander. Naturally, a token is in order."

With a flick of his wrist, a robe materialized in his palm. Its icy azure hue appeared spun from deep frost crystals. The plume-soft fabric gleamed with rippling radiance and released pulses of chill. This was the Profound Ice Immortal Feather Robe, meticulously refined (selected/purchased) just for Li Qingran.

"This Profound Ice Immortal Feather Robe endures a maximum assault from a Great Ascension Stage cultivator. It harbors innate spatial Laws too, enabling swift transport across vast distances in a blink," Chen Huaian detailed. He produced a Storage Ring next. "This holds defensive and restorative goods—talismans, elixirs, and spare magical artifacts alike."

In truth, this frost-plume robe counted as his own creation.

After acquiring it from the shop, refinement beckoned. He could infuse materials, with chances to forge it into a superior item. Varying additions yielded unique traits... Above all, he could etch inscriptions upon it!

Not mere letters, either.

Soul imprints!

Affirming this enchanted attire as his handiwork.

Li Qingran remained unaware of these details.

Gazing upon the splendid feather robe, her eyes welled with feeling.

She marveled at how her master seemed capable of all things; no challenge could baffle him...

Li Qingran caressed it lightly, feeling the potent array power sealed inside.

Beyond mere protection, it embodied Chen Huaian's profound devotion and pledge to her.

She stowed the robe with care, then rose on her toes to brush a feather-light kiss to his cheek. In his ear, she breathed, "Husband, wait for me. I'll make sure to come back swiftly."

A surge of warmth filled Chen Huaian's chest. He pulled her close in a firm hold.

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The Far North.

The parting assembly extended far.

The Moon Shadow Sect had rallied nearly all its ranks; only those pupils unequal to the region's harsh gales stayed behind.

Hand in hand, Chen Huaian and Li Qingran advanced gradually toward the Dimensional Gate.

Li Qingran's pace dragged more with each step. She clutched Chen Huaian's hand fiercely, as though etching his heat into her core.

"Husband, I... I hate to go," Li Qingran raised her eyes, red-rimmed. Tears cascaded like shattered beads.

Chen Huaian drew her into a tight embrace, bent to kiss her crown, and soothed, "Foolish one, this isn't goodbye forever. This trip builds your strength. For us, true parting won't exist."

Li Qingran inhaled sharply, gathering her determination. Abruptly releasing his grip, she tiptoed up and pressed a soft kiss to his neck.

A cozy tingle bloomed, swiftly becoming a subtle rosy imprint, akin to a fresh peach bloom, tender and bright.

"Husband, let this kiss mark be my token," Li Qingran's tone was gentle, laced with resolute strength. "Don't allow it to vanish. Until my return, it stays with you." She lifted her gaze to Chen Huaian, eyes twinkling with playful triumph. "So any other women spotting it will know you're claimed. They'll steer clear, keeping you from straying in my absence."

Chen Huaian paused briefly, then smiled warmly, a rush of affection swelling within.

He traced the spot on his neck lightly; the subtle heat still bore her fragrance.

This clever girl brimmed with clever ploys.

He vowed earnestly: "Very well, your husband swears it won't fade."

Seeing Chen Huaian's grave assent, Li Qingran's sorrow shifted to joy, her fears at last quelled.

"Husband, this is as far as you escort me."

Adorned in the robe from Chen Huaian, Li Qingran appeared cloaked in pristine lunar glow.

She glanced back at the gathering, her eyes mirroring the endless snowy plains and Moon Shadow Sect followers.

At her gaze's heart lay the man she cherished and fretted over above all.

"Honored Elders, make your way back. It's only a tempering voyage," Li Qingran's features hardened with purpose. Her exquisite, limpid visage gained an uncommon edge. "This Venerable One aims to hasten my return. Should the Small Thousand World hold unique gifts, I'll fetch some for everyone!"

Then, she cast a final glance at Yue Qianchi and Mo Shumei.

Back at the Moon Shadow Sect, she'd already exchanged deep sentiments with her close companions.

Now, with no more delay, amid the crowd's wistful stares,

she turned decisively and crossed into the Dimensional Gate.

"Qingran..."

"Sect Master!"

"Safe travels!"

The Moon Shadow Sect cultivators' calls scattered on the Far North's biting gusts.

Whether Li Qingran caught them remained unknown.

A lone tear dropped onto the snow by the Dimensional Gate, crystallizing instantly into a frosty bloom.

Su Qinian let out a sigh and turned to Chen Huaian.

He observed the Ancestor rooted in place, eyes fixed toward the Dimensional Gate.

"The Ancestor's heart must pain him deeply," he mused inwardly.

Yesterday brought the lavish wedding; today demanded farewell.

Sigh...

As he moved to approach and console—

This underscores why multiple Dao Companions prove wise; longing's torment stays at bay.

Before he advanced far, Zhang Mengchu tugged him aside.

"We should withdraw now. Leave the Ancestor be," Zhang Mengchu gestured to the group with a headshake. "Grant the Ancestor solitude here. His emotions elude our grasp."

At that, all agreed with nods and sympathetic breaths.

Su Qinian rubbed his head and slipped quietly into the washing-machine artifact.

Li Ziping watched the Ancestor's silhouette wordlessly, words on his tongue but unspoken.

Lin Fan tilted his head skyward, unsheathed his blade, and felled a passing snow eagle demon.

…

With the Ancestor posed like an unmoving figure,

all assumed grief and longing gripped him.

Yet reality differed.

Chen Huaian gazed vacantly at a sprawling map overlaying his sight.

[Detected that your Electronic Girlfriend has entered a Small World!]

[Landing Location: Battle Soul City]

[Please set the initial identity for your Electronic Girlfriend!]

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