Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 843: What Was Bound to Come, Has Come

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Chaos reigned in the Battle Power surging through her body, with dull throbs of pain echoing in her chest...

Yet, nothing rivaled the suffocating shame burning in her heart.

She had schemed for ages, even concealing her Third Battle Technique on purpose, aiming to dazzle the crowd at this tournament with one dazzling strike. However, Li Qingran had demolished her hopes using just one technique, shattering every bit of her dignity into oblivion.

A subtle scent of healing herbs lingered in the medical chamber.

As Su Luyao settled into her seat, a oily voice drifted from beyond the entrance: "Well, if it isn't my lovely Su Luyao? What's with that devastated look on your face?"

She whipped around to see, her brows knitting in disgust right away.

The intruder was squat and bulky, sporting a plump, fleshy face, and tiny, lustful eyes glued to her form.

It turned out to be Xiahou Yuan, a prized heir of the Xiahou clan.

The Xiahou lineage's Battle Soul, Hellfire, wielded tremendous might, making their clan's power rival that of the Xiao Family.

Still, this Young Master Xiahou's looks left much to be desired.

Su Luyao typically steered clear of him at all costs. Despite his repeated advances, she had always brushed them off without a second thought.

Xiahou Yuan shuffled his hefty bulk toward her. His beady eyes scanned her ashen complexion and the blood staining her lips, a sleazy grin spreading across his face. "I got the full story. So, you lost to that Li Qingran in one shot? From where I stand, something's off about that Li Qingran!

How could a 39th-level Battle Venerable pack such punch with merely a First Battle Technique?

She must have pulled some shady trick and even greased the palm of Vice Dean Feng Wuyu!"

His remarks hit a raw nerve inside Su Luyao. She snapped her gaze upward, a spark of optimism igniting in her stare. "Young Master Xiahou suspects her too?

But I lack evidence, and the Vice Dean constantly covers for her..."

"Evidence? Easy as pie!" Xiahou Yuan thumped his chest, his flab quivering with the motion. "Just stick with me, become mine, and forget evidence—we could boot that Li Qingran from the Battle Soul Academy or even ruin her, no sweat!

Feng Wuyu? Who cares? My Xiahou Family boasts more Battle Saints than fingers on a hand. A single Vice Dean wouldn't faze us!"

Gazing at Xiahou Yuan's repulsive visage, Su Luyao's cheeks drained of color, and she nearly voiced her rejection on impulse.

Revenge burned fiercely in her, but she recoiled at the idea of yielding to such a grotesque, perverted brute.

Yet, as visions of Li Qingran's detached, stunningly gorgeous features flooded her mind—along with the crowd's adoration for her and Su Luyao's fresh disgrace on the stage—envy and rage swiftly drowned out her sanity.

"If it means forcing Li Qingran to atone, stripping her of all she holds, I'll go to any lengths!" Su Luyao clenched her jaw, a glint of resolve buried in her eyes.

This response sent the desire in Xiahou Yuan's shifty gaze surging. He emitted a lewd snicker and gestured toward the doorway. "Everyone out. Seal the door. No interruptions unless I say so!"

The handful of Xiahou clan guards beyond the threshold scrambled to obey, bowing low as they withdrew and latched the medical room shut behind them.

Now alone inside, Xiahou Yuan advanced gradually, his cloying presence overwhelming her. Su Luyao shrank back on instinct, her frame shaking without control.

Humiliation pricked her soul like countless thorns, but memories of Li Qingran steadied her nerves once more.

"Relax. Join forces with me, and you'll get everything you crave—I swear that wench Li Qingran will suffer dearly!" Xiahou Yuan extended a pudgy palm and clamped onto Su Luyao's wrist with unyielding grip.

"What are you planning?" Su Luyao's stare brimmed with caution.

"Naturally... some enjoyment."

Xiahou Yuan leered, his tiny eyes devouring Su Luyao's figure.

"No way... You haven't lifted a finger yet, and you expect rewards? Keep dreaming!"

This irked Xiahou Yuan. "Fine, if you won't play along, what stops you from ditching me once I've done my part? Let's call the whole thing off."

He turned to depart. Su Luyao bit down hard and yanked him back.

After a tense stretch of indecision, Su Luyao shut her eyes, twin streams of tears tracing her cheeks.

"You... you may kiss me. Does that work?"

Xiahou Yuan's gaze sparked with glee. "Perfect!"

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Meanwhile, atop the arena, Feng Wuyu's declaration boomed across the entire field: "Li Qingran against Zhao Hao. Li Qingran triumphs!"

His words unleashed a roar of applause from the audience seats.

Clad in simple white attire and wielding the Su Xian Sword, Li Qingran occupied the arena's heart, her demeanor remote and icy as ever.

This marked the conclusion of her preliminary bouts.

Across all five contests, she consistently deployed only her First Battle Technique, "Long Wind Breaks Waves."

Each encounter wrapped up with her overpowering the foe in a single stroke, denying them any opportunity to fight back.

Starting with Su Luyao, then the prodigy from Thunder Academy, Zhao Hao...

No matter if the rival excelled in Agile-Attack, Strong-Attack, or Control paths, against her Sword Qi—fueled by a three-thousand-year World Ring and the Green Lotus Sword Manual's Sword Intent—they stood no chance whatsoever.

Feng Wuyu observed Li Qingran's silhouette, a hint of profound musing in his gaze.

Through these five clashes, his conviction grew that Li Qingran's initial World Ring was far from ordinary.

Such a venerable three-thousand-year span, combined with that ferocious, piercing Battle Technique, defied all known precedents.

Nevertheless, Li Qingran's Battle Soul and Battle Power appeared utterly standard, free of any irregularities...

It looked like a confidential discussion with Li Qingran and her instructor was in order once the event wrapped up.

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"Li Qingran, undefeated in five bouts, claims the top spot in the academy's preliminary arena!"

Once Feng Wuyu wrapped up his proclamation, Li Qingran's sessions for the day concluded.

The next day, she'd hold the arena and face off against Soul Masters from the losers' group.

Should she prevail in every one of the ten defense rounds without a hitch, Li Qingran would glide into the finals. And reaching the finals all but secured her team slot.

It boiled down to settling the power hierarchy.

Li Qingran offered a faint inclination to the crowd around her. Her detached eyes carried a distant haze, like she was lost in reverie. Truth be told, her thoughts swirled entirely around Chen Huaian.

Rumors said Su Luyao's Third Battle Technique targeted her specifically.

Without her spouse's aid, today's win might have been a grueling scrape...

But how could she account for the World Ring bestowed by her husband?

Li Qingran nibbled her crimson lips, a touch of worry creasing her brow.

"Li Qingran, your fights for today are done."

Feng Wuyu touched down next to Li Qingran and murmured, "Fetch your mentor and head to my office."

Sigh—!

Li Qingran exhaled silently within.

Inevitable events had arrived. In the end, evasion proved impossible...

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