Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 768: "You Deserve It Too"

The air inside the main hall of the Flame Boar Family hung thick with tension.

A striking middle-aged woman wandered anxiously to and fro, her hands tightly interlocked, releasing sighs from time to time.

Every so often, she raised her gaze toward the young man with blue hair seated as a guest and the middle-aged figure occupying the head position, her expression shifting between sycophancy and despair.

"Young Master Lei, isn't there any chance to discuss this further?" she asked tentatively, grasping at her final glimmer of optimism, "My daughter skipped the Battle Power test yesterday, yet that doesn't guarantee she won't awaken it in the future…"

Before she could complete her thought, a different elegant woman in the adjacent chair cut in with a scornful chuckle, "Sister, my beloved sister, you're truly becoming more confused with age! Every Battle Soul cultivator awakens their Battle Power prior to reaching adulthood. Li Qingran has turned nineteen already; she's long since become an adult! If Battle Power hasn't emerged by now, do you honestly believe it will show up later? Snap out of it! She's fated to remain a common mortal forever! Her Battle Soul will likely turn out as some mundane farm pig—ridiculous!"

That remark drained all color from the face of the woman who had been pacing.

Yang Fei served as the official wife to the Flame Boar Family's patriarch, whereas the speaker who had hurled those barbs was the secondary wife, Rong Wuhua.

Li Qingran's vanishing act during her early years, combined with Yang Fei's failure to produce any offspring alongside her spouse lately, had quietly undermined the main wife's standing. Lifespans held their limits, after all, and the patriarch's role would surely transfer to a promising heir someday. Lacking such an heir herself, the line of inheritance would default to the secondary wife's child.

Now that the heir from the Thunder Leopard Family had come of age for wedlock, the secondary wife's daughter stood as the sole viable match if Yang Fei couldn't offer a suitable candidate. To make matters worse, Rong Wuhua's offspring had unlocked Battle Power at the tender age of seventeen and claimed the ancestral Battle Soul of the Flame Boar Family—the mighty Flame Boar. Should Yang Fei miss the deadline for delivering a bride as per the betrothal, Rong Wuhua's daughter would claim the union with the Thunder Leopard Family as her due.

The Thunder Leopard Family's might vastly overshadowed that of the Flame Boar Family. This matrimonial bond persisted thanks to edicts from past patriarchs. Undeniably, the one tying the knot with the Thunder Leopards would witness a soaring elevation in her position.

Out of sheer desperation, Yang Fei had implored her husband relentlessly over recent years to persist in their efforts around the clock, yet success eluded them. Constant attempts, even without pause, yielded nothing. Moreover, Li Ji juggled numerous liaisons and couldn't always cater to her demands. Luckily, the household staff had abruptly discovered her long-lost daughter amid the forests beyond Battle Soul City just the day before. Bursting with elation, Yang Fei rushed her child straight to the examination.

However, the outcome proved devastating for her to swallow—Li Qingran possessed zero Battle Power. Under these circumstances, conducting a Battle Soul assessment three days hence seemed utterly futile; absent Battle Power, the odds stood at ninety-nine percent against her inheriting the clan's lineage Battle Soul—the Flame Boar. Far more probable was some inferior variant linked to the Flame Boar lineage, such as a feral boar, a mottled swine, or a young piglet. Such Battle Souls offered scant worth in battle.

"No further talks needed." The blue-haired young man cast a detached look at Yang Fei. "Madam Yang, you're well aware of the traditions binding our clans; I didn't establish this custom. In order to safeguard the lineage purity of our descendants and perpetuate our families' Battle Soul legacies, unions between our houses demand that both sides hold bloodline Battle Souls. That forms the fundamental criterion. You understand the purpose of my visit today. Allow me to speak plainly: I haven't arrived to dissolve any betrothal; it was never a true one, merely a ritual. I, Lei Bo, refuse to wed someone lacking aptitude. Not even if she's the official daughter. Instead, I'll choose a gifted child from the secondary line. My presence here stems from a desire to behold my prospective spouse."

Color fled from Yang Fei's cheeks.

She prepared to beg once more on behalf of her child.

Shortly thereafter, hurried footfalls echoed from beyond the entrance.

"I share Young Master Lei's sentiments completely."

The tone flowed with sweet clarity; its mere sound tugged at the soul and commanded the attention of all within the chamber. Heads swiveled, breaths held in unison. An elegant silhouette glided into view, flanked by a pair of attendants.

Clad in a simple white gown, her form moved with fluid grace, her complexion surpassing fresh snow in purity. She hadn't bothered with elaborate adornments—her dark locks simply pinned by a lone jade ornament, stray wisps draping along her neck to add a touch of effortless allure. Still, her visage shone so brilliantly that onlookers averted their eyes—brows resembling misty peaks brushed with ink, gaze akin to rippling fall ponds, a delicate bridge, mouth touched with crimson. Above all, her eyes: pristine and piercing, infused with a natural frost and detachment, evoking the lofty moon amid the Nine Heavens—visible from afar, yet forever beyond grasp.

Her serene presence eclipsed all splendor in the room, rendering the surroundings pale and insignificant.

Lei Bo, the blue-haired youth who had exuded haughty confidence, now fixated ahead, his cup tipping unnoticed as tea splashed out. His throat moved visibly; his stare brimmed with stunned enchantment as he stammered, "Is this perhaps... the secondary daughter of the Li family, Miss Li Rong?"

Yang Fei, positioned at the head, displayed a bitter look blending envy and subtle boasting, murmuring, "Young Master Lei, you've got it wrong. She is my child... Li Qingran."

"Li Qingran? The... official daughter?" The fervor in Lei Bo's features solidified at once, giving way to profound disappointment and a subtle, ill-hidden avarice. He scanned Li Qingran from head to toe, his eyes dwelling on her stunning features and poised build. Stroking his jaw, he adopted a patronizing air:

"Such a shame... possessing beauty like that, only to be a mere mortal." He hesitated, a sly gleam igniting in his gaze. "That said... I might make an exception. Should you agree, I could welcome you as a secondary wife in my home. At least that way, the Flame Boar Family keeps some dignity, right?"

In his view, this offer amounted to immense generosity. A girl bereft of Battle Power, ascending to the embrace of the Thunder Leopard Family's prodigy—even in a lesser role—would bless her lineage for ages.

Reactions varied across the hall's occupants. Yang Fei quivered in fury, as Rong Wuhua smirked derisively, eager for the unfolding drama.

Yet Li Qingran simply lifted her gaze a fraction and bestowed upon Lei Bo a frosty, contemptuous look, as though beholding lowly dirt beneath her soles.

Her crimson lips curved open, and her frigid words resonated through the space like crystal ice clinking against fine porcelain:

"Concubine?"

"Do you—think you deserve it?!"

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