Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? - Chapter 281: Qingran Wants to Become a Hardworking Cultivator

Chapter 281: Qingran Wants to Become a Hardworking Cultivator

Chen Huaian had killing intent toward Luo Yun.

Because the way Luo Yun looked at Li Qingran was nothing good.

Li Qingran also had killing intent toward Luo Yun—because her Master had killing intent toward him.

Whoever her Master wanted dead was someone she would kill without hesitation.

Moonlight flowed like water across the mountains.

The insects fell silent, the wind stilled, and the air turned heavy and frozen.

Luo Yun hovered in the sky, about fifteen meters away from Chen Huaian and Li Qingran.

When he heard the word “kill,” he found it laughable, even wondering if he had misheard.

Until—

Chen Huaian and Li Qingran both gripped the hilts of their swords at the same time.

The killing intent surged like a blizzard crashing down on him.

“This leader’s mine!”

Chen Huaian and Li Qingran charged at the same time.

Both cultivated the Green Lotus Sword Manual, their footsteps falling into perfect sync.

In three quick steps, they were already right in front of Luo Yun.

“Yes, Master!”

Li Qingran brushed past Luo Yun in a flash, instantly accelerating.

In the blink of an eye, she had already darted ten meters behind him, her sword whirling toward another Ascender.

“Just a mere Qi Refining stage? You dare try to kill me too?!”

Luo Yun, being mid-Foundation Establishment, found Li Qingran’s speed too fast to react.

But he could barely respond to Chen Huaian’s thrusting sword.

He hurriedly drew his own sword to block.

“White-feathered meteors tucked at the waist.”

“What?!”

Luo Yun didn’t even see Chen Huaian open his mouth.

Rather, the figure charging at him suddenly sped up so fast that only a ghostly afterimage remained.

Only a cold voice echoed by his ear.

Chen Huaian’s Black Scales Sword twisted and shot forward.

The tip of the sword quivered lightly, like it was threading a needle or teasing a piece of jade.

Then, with a sharp flick, it sealed off all of Luo Yun’s possible sword paths.

All Luo Yun could see was a blur of sword light; his entire vision turned into a blinding white haze.

As another line—”The autumn lotus of sword blossoms flashes out from its sheath”—sounded near his ear, a cold sweat dripped from Luo Yun’s temple.

Who the hell was this guy?!

How could he wield such terrifying sword techniques?

How could a Qi Refining cultivator easily face off against someone at the Foundation Establishment stage?!

He couldn’t even see where the sword was coming from or track Chen Huaian’s figure—only a suffocating sense of death surrounding him from every direction.

Just blocking the attacks already took everything he had.

They say brute force can overcome finesse—but when he swung his full-powered sword, the opponent easily neutralized it, toying with him.

Pure defense couldn’t last forever.

Especially for someone like him, who wasn’t even good at defending.

At one moment, the sword intent suddenly shifted.

Luo Yun couldn’t handle it anymore—his sword was knocked out of his hand.

At the same time, a flash of cold light passed before his eyes.

There was no way to dodge.

His vision flickered—and then faded into complete darkness.

Chen Huaian stood beside Luo Yun’s fallen body, holding his sword while the scabbard remained empty at his waist.

A drop of blood slid down the blade.

Fifty meters away, Li Qingran stood in her plain clothes with her sword on her back, glancing back at him.

All around her, more than a dozen bodies lay scattered, the scent of blood thick in the air.

“Not bad.

Your swordplay now carries a bit of this venerable one’s power.”

Chen Huaian smiled lightly.

His swordsmanship had already reached the pinnacle.

Compared to Li Qingran’s comprehension, he was still a whole level higher—so he wasn’t embarrassed to say such things.

“Your disciple still needs to learn a lot more from Master.”

The killing aura faded from Li Qingran’s face. She sheathed her sword and walked up to Chen Huaian, standing obediently by his side.

This whole fire cloud and cultivator situation really came at the right time—perfect for breaking the awkwardness between her and Master.

Even though she didn’t like these people, she still left them whole corpses. A little mercy.

“Master, that fire cloud—what exactly is it?

Do you know it?”

Reminded by Li Qingran, Chen Huaian snapped back to reality and immediately checked his Dantian.

Inside his Dantian, right in front of the Dragon Soul, a tiny red snake was crouching in a posture of worship.

Its body was growing increasingly translucent, obviously close to death.

The fire cloud had only been its demonic soul—its physical body had long been destroyed by the Ascenders.

Noticing Chen Huaian’s spiritual sense sweeping over, the little snake struggled to flip over, sticking out its tongue and speaking in a low, feminine voice:

【Thank you, sir, for saving my life. Zhu Yu will never forget this favor.】

【But Zhu Yu’s fate has come to an end. I can only guide you to the Dragon Lord.

Please forgive me.】

The little snake—named Zhu Yu—had sorrow and regret flashing in its eyes.

Its body curled tighter as its demonic energy spread out like mist, gradually merging into the Dragon Soul in the Dantian.

Its voice became lighter and lighter:

【Zhu Yu will repay sir’s kindness in the next life…

Please, sir… quickly go aid the Dragon… Dragon Lord…】

And then, the demonic soul completely dissipated.

It had sacrificed itself to the Dragon Soul.

As the holder of the Dragon Soul, Chen Huaian also caught a glimpse of fragmented memories.

Zhu Yu had begun cultivating three hundred years ago.

Later, after receiving a bit of Dragon Qi, its cultivation skyrocketed.

Its mission was to guide the person chosen by the Dragon Soul.

Originally, it wasn’t supposed to die—but a group of Ascenders had come after it.

Luo Yun was among them, but the one who had destroyed its physical body was another—a hidden sect elder, a monster who had lived since the Ming and Qing dynasties and had been hiding ever since.

In these three hundred years, Zhu Yu had never committed any evil.

Instead, it had done many good deeds—like helping reckless mountain climbers who wandered off the main path and faced danger.

It couldn’t save everyone, but it saved whomever it could.

Yet, right after it received its enlightenment and woke up, a group of Ascenders came and killed it.

“So, there was supposed to be a guide, but the guide was killed.

It barely escaped with just a soul fragment?”

Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes.

“And in order to deliver the message and fulfill its mission, it even sacrificed the last bit of its soul…”

The Dragon Soul awakening, Zhu Yu receiving enlightenment, the sudden Monster Hunting Tournament that looked like free benefits, and the strange group of Ascenders—

All of these things mixed together gave off a strong sense of deliberate orchestration.

It’s human nature to kill demons.

Chen Huaian could understand people’s prejudice against demons and spirits.

But interfering with the opportunities that rightfully belonged to him?

That was unacceptable.

“I guess you could say I knew it.”

Chen Huaian nodded at Li Qingran, then shook his head and sighed.

“But it’s already dead. It burned itself out.”

“I see… I’m sorry, Master.”

Li Qingran tugged at the hem of her clothes, her eyes downcast.

“What are you apologizing for?”

Chen Huaian crouched down and started rummaging through Luo Yun’s body.

“Master, are you…”

Li Qingran blinked.

Was Master investigating the enemy’s background by examining the corpse?

Surely a grand Void Fusion cultivator wouldn’t just be… looting the body, right?

“Of course I’m looting.”

Chen Huaian didn’t even lift his head.

“Ah?”

Li Qingran froze.

A Void Fusion cultivator… looting a Foundation Establishment corpse?

Chen Huaian’s hands paused mid-search.

He realized his behavior didn’t match his level of cultivation at all.

But in moments of extreme crisis, adrenaline floods the body and boosts the brain’s thinking speed.

And so, without even thinking, he blurted out:

“Disciple, sweat drips onto the soil, and every grain is hard-earned!”

“When this venerable one was just a little cultivator, there was no sect, no friends, and definitely no resources.

Everything I had, I scavenged from the dead.”

Chen Huaian stuffed all the little bottles and jars from Luo Yun’s body into his spatial gear, then stood up with his hands behind his back, sighing dramatically.

“Time flies.

Things are much better now.

This venerable one can finally hand out resources to the younger generation.

If only back then there had been a senior like that for me—tsk tsk…”

“Your disciple understands.”

Li Qingran’s eyes grew red, her expression touched.

She could almost picture how much hardship her Master had suffered to reach his current level—and how many sneers and cold shoulders he had endured.

And here she was, misunderstanding him.

She hadn’t thought deeply enough.

She’d thought looting corpses was beneath him—but it was just a survival habit forged through years of hardship.

“From today onward, your disciple will learn from Master.

I will become a frugal, hardworking cultivator who never lets any resource go to waste—even if it’s looting corpses!”

Li Qingran’s tone was solemn and full of determination.

Chen Huaian’s heart settled completely, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“A student worth teaching!”

What he didn’t know was that with this single lesson…

He had accidentally created one of the Three Great Quirks of the future famous Qingran Fairy—hailed as the number-one female sword immortal of the Cangyun Realm.

No matter what enemy she killed, even if it was just an ant, she would meticulously loot every last usable resource.

It was…

Almost too tragic to watch!

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