Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? - Chapter 351: Back Mountain of Sword Pavilion, Come Have Some KuoLuo

Chapter 351: Back Mountain of Sword Pavilion, Come Have Some KuoLuo

To untie the bell, you must find the one who tied it.

Everyone in Zhenwu Holy Land—disciples and elders alike—were die-hard fanatics of Old Zhang.

If he wanted Zhenwu Holy Land to obediently join his Small World, the key lay with Old Zhang.

Chen Huaian and Zhang Yibai had already secretly discussed and laid out a plan.

“To be honest with you all, this Venerable One has found Master Zhang’s Sword Soul!” He displayed the Blackscale Sword in front of the elders, and they immediately crowded around, eyes gleaming at the sight of the blade.

It looked just like a bunch of schoolkids crowding around a spinning top duel outside a toy store after school.

“Master Ancestor, are… are you really inside the sword?”

“Master Ancestor! I knew you weren’t dead! The heavens truly have eyes!”

A group of old men with gray hair huddled around the Blackscale Sword, bawling their eyes out.

Chen Huaian, sensing the mood was ripe, secretly signaled Zhang Yibai to emerge from the sword.

Zhang Yibai appeared—

But he was lying down.

His residual soul lay quietly beside the Blackscale Sword, pale as a corpse.

“Ancestor, wh-what happened to you?!”

“Ancestor—!!”

The old guys wailed even harder.

Li Ziping’s expression was complicated. He wanted to say something, but didn’t dare.

He knew this was a performance—a con staged by their Master Ancestor and the Sword Pavilion Ancestor to lure Zhenwu Holy Land into Sword Pavilion.

But he was already convinced—overwhelmed by the Sword Pavilion Ancestor’s strength and talent.

And if even their own Master Ancestor was leading the charge to join Sword Pavilion—

Wasn’t that just… totally hopeless?

Forget it. Whatever.

Let them do whatever they wanted.

He turned his gaze aside, blocked out the noise. Out of sight, out of mind.

“Your Master Ancestor’s condition is dire. Just like the condition of this sword you see before you—he can only recuperate within it now. Maybe someday he’ll wake up again… or maybe he’ll just fade away,” Chen Huaian said solemnly.

The elders’ expressions changed drastically.

Their Master Ancestor had just returned—how could they stand by and watch him vanish?

One elder immediately dropped to his knees before Chen Huaian, kowtowed three times, and said earnestly:

“Senior, Master Ancestor is of vital importance to Zhenwu Holy Land. Please leave this sword here with us!

We will do everything in our power to nurture and protect his remaining soul!

We have all kinds of rare herbs and treasures in our Holy Land that can aid in the restoration of the sword—and we even have a dedicated Sword Nourishing Pool!

To show our gratitude, you may take anything you want from the treasury. Even if you take it all—we won’t complain…”

Chen Huaian raised his hand and interrupted with a sigh.

“This Venerable One understands your feelings. But I can’t agree to that.”

“Why not?” the elder asked, stunned. “Senior… do you feel we lack sincerity?”

“Not at all.” Chen Huaian returned the Blackscale Sword to his dantian, then took it back out again, speaking calmly:

“As you can see, this sword is my life-bound artifact. I can’t just abandon my own life-bound artifact and leave it at your Holy Land, now can I?”

The elders were stunned.

That unassuming Blackscale Sword was actually this Sword Pavilion Ancestor’s life-bound weapon?

“A-ah… this… sigh!” The elder slapped his thigh, face full of gloom.

This man was an Eighth Realm Void Fusion cultivator. His life-bound sword had been with him for who knows how many years—it was already a part of him.

They didn’t even have the face to make such an excessive request.

And with his strength laid bare before them, they wouldn’t dare to make it even if they wanted to.

Awkward silence fell.

The elders of Zhenwu Holy Land exchanged helpless glances, scratching their heads.

But no one could come up with a win-win solution.

Chen Huaian, sensing the timing was right, put on a thoughtful look. After a moment, he said hesitantly:

“I can’t leave the Blackscale Sword with you—this Venerable One still needs it. But if you all want to maintain it regularly, I do have a compromise.”

The elders, as if grabbing onto a lifeline, quickly said,

“Please enlighten us, Senior!”

“This Venerable One possesses a Small World, which includes my Sword Pavilion, plus two allied sects—Lingxi Valley and the Pill Sect.

The Small World is rich in spiritual energy and vast in land. If Zhenwu Holy Land is willing to move in, it won’t interfere with my use of the sword, and during my downtime, you can continue to nurture it as usual.”

Chen Huaian had expected the elders to hesitate and weigh their options.

But as soon as he finished speaking, one elder immediately said:

“Senior, that’s an excellent solution! We’re so foolish—not even able to think of something so obvious after racking our brains!

If it means we can save Master Ancestor, forget relocating—

We’d sell the entire Zhenwu Holy Land if that’s what it takes!”

Zhang Yibai, lying beside the Blackscale Sword, was deeply moved.

Nose tingling, he nearly lost it.

No doubt about it—these were his carefully chosen disciples. Not a single one was raised in vain.

“Excellent, then!” Chen Huaian didn’t delay.

To avoid any last-minute surprises, he immediately summoned the Small World.

… Inside the Small World

Zhenwu Holy Land’s mountain range now sat behind Sword Pavilion.

The size of the entire Holy Land was staggering—even Chen Huaian was shocked as it was pulled out from subspace.

Just the front gate alone rivaled an entire main peak of Sword Pavilion.

When all its peaks, sword tombs, grand formations, and sword-pools were counted—

Zhenwu Holy Land was at least a hundred times bigger than Sword Pavilion.

What Chen Huaian didn’t know was—

The Zhenwu elders were equally stunned.

“We thought it’d be some barren wasteland. Who knew it would have such rich spiritual energy…”

Th𝗂ѕ 𝘤hⱯp𝘵𝓮r ı𝖘 pⲟ𝑠𝘵℮𝒹 b𝖞 Ҡ𝙞𝘵𝕖𝗇𝐨𝙫ℯ𝗹

Li Ziping looked around.

Everything was lush and teeming with life. This was a vibrant, flourishing Small World.

Dense spiritual energy had formed into mountain fog, reaching concentrations comparable to most areas within Zhenwu itself.

He had worried the spiritual herbs in their rear peaks would wither after the move.

Now that worry was completely gone.

“No wonder this Sword Pavilion Ancestor is so powerful,” Li Ziping chuckled bitterly.

Same Eighth Realm Void Fusion—

But Reverend Fenkong’s Small World compared to this one was like a toddler versus an adult cultivator.

Getting killed in one strike? Made sense now.

【Yo, isn’t that Old Li?】

A familiar spiritual sense swept over.

The voice carried a hint of shock:

“Holy sh*t, no wonder there was such a huge commotion—Senior, you moved the entire Zhenwu Holy Land in here?!”

“You’re… Old Zhang?” Li Ziping instantly recognized Zhang Mengchu’s voice.

Overjoyed, he exclaimed,

“You old b*stard, you’re not dead?!”

【How the f*ck would I be dead? Even if you die, I’d still be alive!】

【Back mountain of Sword Pavilion—come drink some KuoLuo!】

“Kuo…Luo? What’s that…”

Li Ziping was completely baffled.

Suddenly, he felt like Zhang Mengchu had come back a little… off.

【It’s a local specialty of the Sword Pavilion Ancestor’s Small World. Just come try it for yourself~ burp!】

“This Venerable One’s tasted all the fine wines in the world,” Li Ziping scoffed mentally, and flew his sword toward the rear mountain of Sword Pavilion.

He admitted, the Sword Pavilion Ancestor’s Small World was impressive.

But as for spiritual brews—

He refused to believe anything here could rival the thousands of years of tradition from Zhenwu Holy Land.

Little did he know—

KuoLuo was just the beginning of his downfall.

Next came XueBi, FenDa, QiXi, and Wangzai NiuB Milk.

Meanwhile—

Chen Huaian’s consciousness had returned to his physical body.

He was still in the bathroom—completely naked.

Somehow, at some point, the VR headset was already back on his head.

And the bathroom lights, which had been on in Containment Unit 0 the entire time…

Had been turned off.

The room was pitch black.

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