Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? - Chapter 309: Sword Shattering the Eighth Realm

Chapter 309: Sword Shattering the Eighth Realm

“Ancestor of the Sword Pavilion, you killed seven elders of our Holy Land. If you obediently follow This Venerable One back to Yaoxi Holy Land now, you might suffer a bit less. Otherwise…” Real Person Qionghua raised the flute to her lips, her eyes flashing with murderous light, the threat in her tone unmistakable.

Chen Huaian said nothing, simply standing still with his sword in his arms.

Faced with Real Person Qionghua’s killing intent, he stood like a green pine in the wind—calm and unmoved, silently gazing at her as if completely still.

The sky above Lingxi Valley grew darker and gloomier. A sudden gust swept through the peach trees in the valley.

The new blossoms were mostly protected under the leaves, but the fallen petals on the ground were swept into the air, swirling and scattering in a colorful storm.

Real Person Qionghua’s patience had reached its limit.

She no longer waited for the Sword Pavilion Ancestor’s reply and brought her lips to the cold flute, giving it a gentle blow.

Woooo——!

The flute’s sound wasn’t melodious—more like a death knell on the battlefield!

In an instant, the entire sky turned blood red.

Within the clouds, countless armored corpses, tattered yet still clutching weapons, surged forward as a blood-soaked army, roaring like tidal waves toward Chen Huaian.

Above that army of thousands, threads of boundless killing intent wove into rapidly spinning arrows.

As one arrow tore through a flock of birds, they disintegrated into dust before even touching it.

The disciples of Lingxi Valley knew that Sword Sovereign Chen had come to help.

They immediately activated the Sect Protection Array, enclosing Chen Huaian within it, hoping it could absorb some of the incoming damage.

But with a single deafening boom—

Boom!

The protective formation shattered the moment it was struck, not even lasting a second.

All the formation cores hidden within the mountains were destroyed, and the spirit stones embedded within exploded into fragments.

From the moment the killing arrows formed, to the breaking of the defensive array, to the arrival of the blood army—

Chen Huaian’s expression didn’t change at all.

Within the Small World, everyone saw that at some unknown point, a vapor-formed figure had appeared behind Chen Huaian.

The phantom sat cross-legged, a sword resting on its knees, eyes gently closed as if dozing.

Suddenly, the still air around Chen Huaian came alive. His long gray hair flowed like a stream against his dark robe.

“I once drank with Xinling in leisure, drew my sword to rest across my knees.”

A distant, ethereal voice drifted from the horizon.

The sword at Chen Huaian’s waist and the phantom’s sword behind him both began to tremble.

The blades clashed wildly against their scabbards, faint blood-red light seeping out as though the swords inside could no longer wait to be drawn.

The thirst for blood became tangible.

Just as the blood army loomed close, molded by flute music—

Clang——!

Blackscale and the sword before the phantom were drawn at the same time.

The two sword blades merged into one. A brilliant, snowy sword light burst forth!

The sword beam collided with the army, halting them in place before melting into them like magma on ice.

Real Person Qionghua was stunned when she saw Chen Huaian block the attack. Her brow furrowed as she played the flute faster and more urgently.

But it was too late.

The sword beam tore through the blood army with increasing speed,

Eventually piercing through the entire formation, ripping a silver-white gash even through the blood-red sky.

It was like the heavens themselves had been split by a single sword stroke. The crimson curtain was pulled down by sword qi, revealing the true sky behind it.

Chen Huaian still stood unmoved, though the space behind him was warping faintly, revealing a phantom of a Small World.

“Void Fusion… Eighth Realm?!”

Real Person Qionghua’s voice was low, her pupils trembling.

She too was in the Eighth Realm of Void Fusion—at its peak, no less.

Th𝚤𝘴 𝙘h𝘢p𝐭ꬲr ɪṡ p0𝖘𝐭ℯɗ bʏ 𝒦𝗂𝕥𝖾Ƞ𝗼ѵ𝑒𝐥

Yet she felt no fear toward Chen Huaian—just confusion and shock. How could this Sword Pavilion Ancestor leap from the Fifth to the Eighth Realm so quickly?

Could someone really cultivate that fast?

Absolutely impossible.

Then there was only one explanation—he had been hiding his true strength all along.

“Sword Pavilion Ancestor, what is your true cultivation level?”

The man in black across from her didn’t answer. He didn’t even seem to think the question deserved a reply.

Behind him, the vapor-formed sword cultivator phantom stood up, sword in hand, right foot stepping back, body slightly leaning—ready to draw.

Real Person Qionghua grew wary. She activated all her life-saving treasures and summoned layers of protection in front of her.

She didn’t know why she had to be so cautious against someone of the same realm—only that her instincts screamed at her to do so.

Otherwise—

She would die!

“To kill a man in ten steps—”

That ethereal voice echoed again.

Chen Huaian took a single step—and in the next instant, appeared three zhang behind Real Person Qionghua.

He held the drawn Blackscale sword in hand, its tip lightly trembling. The water vapor phantom remained where it was, sword already drawn.

Real Person Qionghua was unharmed and visibly confused.

Did that man just strike?

Crack—

A sharp sound rang in her ear.

Shards of broken crystal fell onto her shoulder.

Only then did Real Person Qionghua realize—her protective charm earrings, engraved with defensive formations, had shattered.

Stunned, she looked up to see all her previously arranged defenses covered in dense, silver-white sword marks.

The next second—they all shattered.

At the same time, a voice echoed behind her:

“…Leave no trail for a thousand miles.”

As the last word fell, the vapor phantom vanished.

Clang——!

A streak of sword light came from the sky.

One moment it lingered among the sunset’s glow, the next it was right before Real Person Qionghua.

The screech of sword qi shifted from sharp like blades to thunderous roars.

Block it!

In a life-or-death moment—

Driven by a fierce will to survive, Real Person Qionghua lifted her life-bound artifact—the jade flute.

Shrill flute music erupted, transforming into dense, invisible nets trying to block the sword light.

Yet the sword light slipped through effortlessly.

Like a breeze. Like water. Soft to the touch, yet utterly penetrating.

Shhhk— Her life-bound flute broke on contact.

The sword light pierced through her forehead, leaving a blood-sized hole the size of a soybean.

Without losing momentum, the sword light skewered every fleeing female cultivator of Yaoxi like beads on a string—then vanished into the heavens.

Real Person Qionghua stood frozen.

Her physical body crumbled inch by inch.

A shimmering, golden soul burst from her body and shot toward the direction of the Pill Sect.

That one strike had already wounded her soul.

The cold sword intent clung to her like maggots to flesh, draining her essence.

She could no longer return to the Yaoxi Holy Land for backup.

All she could do now was seek out Real Person Honglian near the Pill Sect and use her to transmit a distress message to Real Person Yuyao.

This Sword Pavilion Ancestor was terrifying.

True, her cultivation in Small Worlds wasn’t the best—but could one sword really tear hers apart so easily?

Was this the strength of a sword cultivator at the same realm?

Real Person Qionghua clenched her jaw.

She thought with Zhang Yibai dead, the myth of sword cultivators being the strongest would die with him.

Never did she expect another sword-wielding monster to rise!

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Chen Huaian didn’t immediately give chase as Real Person Qionghua fled.

He had more important things to take care of—

Just in case something unexpected happened.

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