Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 815: The Cooked Duck Flew Away
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"Cough, cough... Hua Jin the True One... don't get too cocky..."
Not Lin Fan or Zhang Mengchu broke the silence first, but rather Chen Niu's avatar, which was gasping for air.
Its gaze lifted toward the sky that resembled an endless abyss, revealing a glint of insanity mixed with triumph in its eyes.
Hua Jin the True One's chance came with the activation of all nine Wells of Heaven, yet wasn't this also its own opening?
At this moment, those two unpredictable factors were held back by Hua Jin the True One, creating the perfect window for it to escape.
"Restraining those two was your biggest mistake!"
Though the vines squeezed tighter around Chen Niu's form, it paid no attention at all.
Even if Hua Jin the True One sliced it into countless fragments, it meant nothing. As long as its soul endured, connection to its real body in the Immortal Realm stayed intact. Soon, that true form could perform a Divine Descent using its leftover container. At that point, Hua Jin the True One and all those uncertainties would meet their end!Chen Niu tilted its head skyward and unleashed a thunderous bellow.
A ferocious cry echoed across the whole Senluo World. The nearby Forest Sea undulated like waves on a pond. This sound wave didn't stay confined to Hua Jin the True One's World; it extended beyond its boundaries as well.
Chen Huaian had only just stepped out of the Demon Sealing Pagoda when the avatar's sonic blast hit him squarely.
He avoided being pulled into Hua Jin the True One's World, thanks to the Demon Sealing Pagoda teleporting him directly outside. The location where the Demon Sealing Pagoda and Celestial Jade Marrow originated now appeared as a smooth, mirror-like water sheet. That mirror displayed a realm full of lush, vibrant green.
"So Hua Jin the True One's World finished forming? That speed is incredible!"
Positioned in front of the mirror's surface, he debated stepping inside.
Simultaneously, he noticed a streak of deep yellow essence rocketing upward. Alongside Chen Niu's wail, a shadowy image of Chen Niu, with claws extended and teeth flashing, twisted higher inside that yellow essence.
The sight was unmistakable.
Chen Niu was summoning aid.
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"Damn it!"
How could Hua Jin the True One fail to recognize Chen Niu's scheme?
The vines securing Chen Niu constricted without delay. What were once flexible and sturdy tendrils turned into the deadliest weapons in Hua Jin's grasp. The foliage along the vines released a keen, slicing force, piercing Chen Niu's avatar with innumerable punctures.
As Hua Jin's fingers curled tight.
Chen Niu's avatar shattered into segments.
The torment of being torn apart forced a wretched scream from Chen Niu, yet amid the cries, it cackled wildly: "Hee hee hee! Pointless, my Demonic Soul has already escaped to the Immortal Realm!
Before an incense stick finishes burning, my true body will arrive. Even at the height of Feathered Transformation cultivation, how can you stand against my true body's Divine Descent?"
Its words barely ended when Chen Niu's remains were pulverized into a bloody mush by the frenzied vines lunging downward.
Hua Jin the True One stared at the mess of gore on the ground, her face twisted in displeasure.
Amid that gore, faint metallic gleams flickered, along with fading Spiritual Energy from a treasure.
—It belonged to Chen Niu, the Mountain-Moving Seal, though merely a copy.
This forged Mountain-Moving Seal had quietly allowed Chen Niu's avatar a desperate bid for freedom.
In the end, carelessness had been her downfall.
Despite the laws and strength inside her World suppressing Chen Niu's avatar's Demonic Soul, Chen Niu still outranked her in existence.
Through some unknown Divine Ability, it sacrificed the fake Mountain-Moving Seal to propel its Demonic Soul away.
Don't assume Chen Niu's avatar's remains were merely a bloody sludge. Should its true body descend, that sludge could reform into its complete True Form in an instant!
"Senior Zhang, Senior Gu, a brutal fight is coming soon. I'll evacuate you and the Kunlun Immortal Palace disciples from the Senluo World first. Hurry back to the Kunlun Immortal Palace." Hua Jin the True One approached Zhang Yibai in flight, her voice pressing. She produced an incense stick adorned with golden designs.
"Use this incense stick. Once back at the Kunlun Immortal Palace, ignite it in front of the Patriarch's statue. If I withstand until the Upper Immortal arrives, Chen Niu's descending true body will prove as harmless as a paper tiger."
Zhang Yibai accepted the incense stick, pondering inwardly — might this summon an immortal from the Immortal Realm?
Could he subtly alter this incense stick somehow?
Whether moral or not, his aim was Hua Jin the True One's higher-up, not her personally.
Moreover, removing the puppet masters of the reincarnation would free Hua Jin the True One from the loop. Then, with Wang Shouyi, they could share a life together, perhaps raising a full team of children — what a delightful outcome?
"And the Celestial Jade Marrow plus the variables?" Gu Changsheng inquired nearby.
"We'll strike fast and conclude it swiftly." Hua Jin the True One inhaled deeply while eyeing Lin Fan and Zhang Mengchu in cross-legged focus.
These variables remained unpredictable, and their calm sent shivers down her spine.
Though Chen Niu's avatar got mashed into pulp right in front of them, the pair continued meditating undisturbed, pouring every bit of True Essence to push back her vines. In the brief span of her conversation, the vines encircling them already began to slacken.
Unless these variables were utterly destroyed, they'd pose a deadly danger to the Kunlun Immortal Palace and Lingxiao Immortals down the line.
The playful mindset of a cat with its prey vanished.
Hua Jin the True One gathered emerald light at her fingertip, her palm's True Essence surging wildly with World rules — she wasted no further instant. Her left hand slammed toward the earth, her right traced a curve through the sky, and she called out lowly: "Azure Nether World, Soul-Locking Blades!"
With her words, the vines encircling Lin Fan and Zhang Mengchu exploded into action. The deep green tendrils shifted to a pitch-black hue, every leaf morphing into short, razor-sharp edges, their surfaces shining with icy chill like frost-laced venom.
Even worse, endless fresh vines erupted from the soil in the encircling Forest Sea, coiling toward the duo like a horde of emerald snakes. Vine tips glowed with subtle green auras of World power — she'd wrenched the Senluo World's life force into lethal force. Each carried the overbearing might to "lock souls and shatter spirits." Once caught, bodies would grind to powder, and True Essence plus souls would get purified by the World's force.
In this dire instant, Zhang Mengchu and Lin Fan snapped their eyes open.
Twin bursts of Sword Intent lanced skyward, smashing Hua Jin the True One's vines in a flash.
While confined in Hua Jin the True One's World, the pair had attempted to break free from its domain.
Unfortunately, Hua Jin the True One's cultivation far surpassed theirs, rendering escape hopeless. Still, they hadn't waited idly for doom. Seizing the distraction of her slaying Chen Niu, they bore the pain, preserved power, and amassed energy just for now!
"Bang!" Zhang Mengchu brandished his sword, hacking at the oncoming vines.
Inside Hua Jin the True One's World, his Life-bound Flying Sword faced suppression and couldn't activate.
He grabbed a random backup flying sword from his Storage Pouch.
Yet as his blade met the vine-edges, a harsh metallic grind rang out from the sword, and right away, a three-inch gash appeared on its edge.
His complexion drained. Poised to pour full True Essence into defense, three additional vines snaked around his legs from the rear. The vine-blades sliced through his shielding Spiritual Energy barrier, sending freezing agony racing through his meridians.
Lin Fan, on the other hand, called forth a compact bronze shield etched with intricate protective runes.
But upon impact from the pitch-black vine-blades, the runes dulled swiftly like thawing frost. Within three breaths, fissures spiderwebbed the shield, and with a "crack," it broke apart. A vine exploited the gap to thrust at his chest. He twisted aside to evade, but it carved a deep gash exposing bone on his shoulder. Blood soaked his robe crimson instantly.
The duo's defiance looked feeble and futile against Hua Jin the True One's lethal strike.
Hua Jin floated overhead, observing their stepwise retreat. At last, a hint of contentment flickered deep in her gaze.
Her fingers twitched faintly, injecting thirty percent more World power. The pitch-black vines clamped harder, nearly dispersing the pair's True Essence: "Variables stay variables. Lacking any leverage, they're mere sheep ripe for the kill."
She mused silently, once these two fell, she could pivot to counter Chen Niu's Divine Descent. Though challenging, one major concern would lift — these lethal dangers could end here and now!
A smile of triumph just started to form on her mouth when she noticed Lin Fan cease his fight.
Blood streamed from his shoulder, his features ashen, yet no fear showed in his eyes. Rather, a subtle, icy grin gradually formed on his lips.
"Hua Jin the True One," his tone wasn't forceful, but it cut clearly through the vines' throttling noises, "do you believe victory is yours already?"
Hua Jin paused, a strange dread stirring within her.
Before she could process it, a circle of silvery spatial waves rippled outward from Lin Fan and Zhang Mengchu's surroundings — the waves expanded like ripples from a dropped pebble. Air warped into fluid distortions wherever they flowed. The pitch-black vines, on contact with the waves, wilted sequentially as though sliced by unseen blades.
The following moment, the silver waves pulled inward sharply, fully encasing the two.
Hua Jin's eyes widened in shock. She lunged to seize them, but her fingers met only a chill spatial tremor, missing even their robe edges.
Silver glow at the spot flickered and faded. Lin Fan and Zhang Mengchu, once ensnared amid the vines, vanished entirely, leaving just a handful of aimless pitch-black vines drooping limply and swaying in the breeze.
Hua Jin the True One hung suspended in the air, her earlier glee freezing on her face, overtaken by total disbelief and doubt.
They escaped?
The ready feast slipped from her grasp at the last second?
This was her World!
Her World's space stood utterly separate.
Was there truly a spatial art that could bypass her World and whisk away two individuals' bodies and souls together?
The force behind such an escape...
Could it be an Immortal?!
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