Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?

Chapter 43: Are You Satisfied?

"Help! Help! Someone, hurry up and save her!"

"What the hell? The game never mentioned a plot kill for the female lead!"

Outside the "game," Chen Huai'an was dumbfounded as he watched Li Qingran instantly turn into a bloodied mess.

For a brief moment, he wondered if he simply hadn't recharged enough!

Frantically tapping his already battered phone screen, the cracks spread even further. Sweat dripped down his face as he anxiously waited for a recharge prompt to appear.

Meanwhile, the entire Qingyun Sect was in shock. Among the crowd, one disciple's face turned pale with disbelief.

Never in his life did he expect Li Qingran to use a Dao Oath as proof of her sincerity.

That was Ten Thousand Swords Piercing the Heart!

A single misstep, and it could become an eternal shadow on her cultivation path, preventing her from ever advancing again!

Back in the real world, just as Chen Huai'an was about to lose his mind, the game's paywall mechanics—though delayed—finally arrived. A prompt appeared on the screen just before he could tap it to oblivion.

[Would you like to recharge ¥18.8 to purchase a Celestial-Grade Emerald Creation Pill to heal Li Qingran? (Limited-time offer~♥)]

"Buy!"

Without hesitation, Chen Huai'an closed his eyes and confirmed the payment, not even noticing how surprisingly reasonable the price was this time.

In the Cangyun Realm, on the grand plaza of Qingyun Sect, Li Qingran, who was on the verge of passing out from pain, was suddenly supported by an invisible force.

Then, before everyone's eyes, an ornate brocade box emerged from the void behind her.

The box opened, revealing a jade-green elixir. The moment it was exposed, a rich medicinal fragrance spread in all directions.

Those standing close felt their Spiritual Qi circulation quicken, and their unhealed wounds tingled with an itching sensation. Even those further away felt invigorated and refreshed.

Before anyone could savor the intoxicating aroma, the elixir flew toward Li Qingran, transforming into a streak of green light that entered her body with her breath. In an instant, it spread throughout her entire being.

"Emerald Creation Pill! This must be the Emerald Creation Pill!"

Sect Master Wu Duantian was the first to react.

Over the past few days, he'd tried every rare pill imaginable to restore Zhao Lingtian’s shattered dantian. Among them was the Emerald Creation Pill, which was said to pull people back from the gates of hell.

However, the pill he had given Zhao Lingtian never emitted such an overwhelming medicinal fragrance. And the one he just saw was entirely flawless—translucent like jade, without a single impurity. The answer was obvious.

"And it’s a Celestial-Grade Emerald Creation Pill!" Wu Duantian was utterly shaken.

"Master, is this pill really that powerful?"

Wu Duantian shot a glance at Zhao Lingtian and snapped, "The Emerald Creation Pill starts at a minimum of fifth-grade. This one has reached Celestial-Grade. You tell me—what grade does that make it?"

Zhao Lingtian’s eyes widened in shock.

A mortal-grade Emerald Creation Pill was already fifth-grade… Then a Celestial-Grade one must be at least fourth or even third-grade!

And they were using such a divine pill just to relieve Li Qingran’s pain?!

She was hurting, not dying!

Zhao Lingtian felt his heart bleeding.

The elders of various peaks looked on with mixed emotions as the emerald-green glow enveloped Li Qingran’s body.

Such a pill… They would only use it when their lives were at stake!

How could it be wasted like this?

In the crowd, Elder Wang Chuanhe, drenched in cold sweat, sensed imminent disaster. He was doomed—there was no way around it.

Who would have thought Li Qingran would be so reckless, shattering a Dao Oath like it was nothing?

With Wu Duantian's temperament, Wang Chuanhe's position as an elder was undoubtedly lost. Worse, he'd likely suffer brutal punishment—gouging out his eyes and cutting out his tongue.

And even more terrifying… Would the mysterious cultivator backing Li Qingran let him go? Would Wu Duantian offer him up as a sacrifice to curry favor?

The more he thought, the more terrified he became.

Wang Chuanhe’s gaze darkened.

"Right now, everyone's attention is on that disciple. The mysterious cultivator must also be focused on her safety—this is the perfect moment to strike."

No more hesitation.

Kill or be killed.

With a flick of his hand, Wang Chuanhe hurled his flying sword forward and immediately leaped onto it.

"The mountains remain, the rivers flow... I'm out of here!"

However—he hadn't even flown two steps before—

Boom!

A dozen golden talismans chased after him at an even greater speed.

Out of nowhere, thunder roared across the cloudless sky.

Before Wang Chuanhe could react, he was struck head-on. His body charred black as he plummeted from the sky.

Back in the real world, Chen Huai’an calmly stuffed the remaining Thunderfire Talismans back into his inventory. He flexed his numb fingers and silently took credit for the kill.

Wang Chuanhe, merely at Golden Core Perfection, couldn’t possibly withstand the barrage. While it wasn’t enough to kill him outright, after getting repeatedly electrocuted, he was nothing more than crispy on the outside, mushy on the inside.

Even standing up was impossible.

Wu Duantian was equally stunned, quickly ordering disciples to restrain Wang Chuanhe.

His wariness toward the mysterious cultivator grew.

The Thunderfire Talismans had been thrown in handfuls—some were even supreme-grade! That meant their backer had plentiful resources.

Could they be an ancient hidden expert from another sect?

That would be troublesome.

At that moment, Yun Zimo stepped forward and knelt before Wu Duantian and Daoist Qingxuan, his face filled with remorse.

"Master, Sect Leader, this disciple has sinned!"

"I was simply angered by Li Qingran hurting my junior sister, which led me to act recklessly… But no matter the reason, I violated sect rules. I am willing to accept punishment!"

"Foolish brat!"

Daoist Qingxuan was trembling with rage. His face turned red with humiliation.

Red Mist Peak was now the laughingstock of Qingyun Sect!

And when the Old Ancestor came out of closed-door cultivation, he'd surely be furious.

But with so many eyes watching, he didn’t dare act rashly.

He had never felt so utterly stifled.

Wu Duantian stroked his beard, his eyes gleaming as he smiled faintly.

"The real problem here is Wang Chuanhe. Without his involvement, you wouldn’t have been able to do anything."

Yun Zimo’s heart soared with joy.

If the Sect Master said so, then the main punishment would fall on Wang Chuanhe. That meant his own punishment would be lighter!

But then—

Wu Duantian spoke coldly:

"Wang Chuanhe—stripped of his elder status, eyes gouged, tongue cut, ears filled with molten iron, and exiled to the Cliff of Repentance for six months!"

"Yun Zimo—same punishment, but for three months. However, since you confessed, you’ll get two extra vegetable leaves with your meals."

"As for the others involved—face the wall at Cliff of Repentance!"

Yun Zimo’s face twisted in horror.

Wasn’t this just as bad?!

Wu Duantian ignored the chaos and turned to Li Qingran, who had just regained consciousness. With a gentle smile, he asked:

Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?

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