Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? - Chapter 352: Going Home

Chapter 352: Going Home

“Did those three idiots turn off the light? Or is the wiring busted?”

Chen Huaian scratched his head.

The game system had warned him he was in danger—he thought he’d come back to find a monster already chomping on his face.

His phone showed it was already 3:00 a.m.

When he launched Virtual Girlfriend, he saw Li Qingran sitting at a table, holding a piece of cloth, sewing.

The girl pouted, her brows furrowed like she was sulking.

Who ticked off his little disciple?

Chen Huaian opened the system log and instantly understood.

——Li Qingran’s Cultivation Log——

＜1＞ 3:00 A.m.: I’m mad! Master returned to the Small World and didn’t come see me—just left without saying goodbye!

I’m gonna embroider a big turtle right onto these pants!

Thought of Master: ×1576

Triggered Longing Crit Hit. Affection +20.

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Chen Huaian: “…”

Okay, he had rushed off a bit in a hurry.

After pulling Zhenwu Holy Land into the Small World, he’d logged off immediately.

Now that things seemed safe again, he could finally take a breath.

Better late than never to patch things up.

“Qingran…”

His voice made Li Qingran jump.

The girl’s pretty face flushed red. She quickly hid the half-finished pair of pants—turtle head and all—behind her back.

“M-Master? Good evening…” Li Qingran said, eyes darting like she had a guilty conscience.

“This Venerable One had some business to handle, so I had to return to the other world first.

Did you resent your Master for not saying goodbye?”

Chen Huaian asked even though he already knew the answer—completely catching Li Qingran off guard.

That’s the benefit of information asymmetry!

Without it, what kind of romance are you even playing? That’s just begging for scraps.

“N-No, not at all! How could I?”

Flustered and exposed, Li Qingran gave an awkward laugh and quickly changed the subject.

“Master, your disciple made a pair of pants for you. There’s still a lot of fabric left, so I’m working on more. For now, please take this pair and wear it.”

With that, she tossed the half-finished one onto the bed

And pulled out a completed pair from under her pillow to show him.

On screen, the delicate girl held up a pair of boxer shorts, smiling like a flower.

Even someone with skin thicker than city walls like Chen Huaian felt a little flushed.

【Your Virtual Girlfriend, Li Qingran, has given you a gift: Handmade Boxer Shorts ×1. Accept?】

【You may decline, but Affection -50.】

“Hmm, very well done. Much appreciated.”

Refuse? No way. Chen Huaian accepted on the spot.

The boxer shorts instantly materialized beside him.

Unlike modern, mass-produced ones, these had crooked stitches all over—Li Qingran clearly wasn’t that experienced with sewing.

What stood out was—

In the bottom-right corner, a line of crooked text read:

“Gift from Qingran”

The cultivation log updated again:

3:02 A.m.: Heehee, Master accepted my gift~

If any other woman gets close to Master and sees the writing in the corner, they’ll definitely back off!

I, Li Qingran, win without a fight. Truly a genius!

Chen Huaian looked at the girl blinking innocently on the screen and broke out in a cold sweat.

D*mn.

This girl with her innocent big eyes…

Was full of little schemes.

She even sewed anti-theft protection into his underwear?!

BOOM—!

A loud explosion sounded from outside Containment Unit 0.

The ground shook violently, followed by sharp howls and beastly roars.

Just from the noise, there had to be over a thousand of them.

Chen Huaian realized—the danger the game had warned him about… had arrived.

Judging by the timing, it’d been about thirty minutes.

【Qingran, your Master really likes the gift. But there’s something I have to deal with now—farewell for the time being!】

“Mmm! Master, please be careful!” Li Qingran nodded seriously, her cute face tense with worry.

“Your disciple will pray for your safety.”

As soon as she finished, she felt her Master’s presence fading away.

“Whew—” Li Qingran patted her chest, letting out a breath of relief, then turned back to the half-finished pants on the bed.

Th𝐢𝕤 ςhαpτ℮r 𝕀𝙨 pɵ𝗌ṯ𝖾ⅆ b𝘺 𝓀𝚒ƚ𝗲пοѵҽ𝘭

That turtle head she’d embroidered?

It had looked cute at first.

But now that her mood had improved, it just felt totally off.

Still, it was already stitched. Replacing it meant wasting the fabric…

And she didn’t have another undergarment to use!

In the end, Li Qingran added a pink peach blossom on top of the turtle’s head.

“Perfect! So cute~ Heehee~”

Under the dim candlelight, the girl eagerly rubbed her hands together and got back to sewing the turtle’s shell and limbs.

The tremors and howls had come from outside Containment Unit 0.

Chen Huaian immediately put on the new boxers.

They were soft—fit like a dream.

He had no idea what kind of cloth she used, but they were crazy comfortable.

No doubt about it, cultivation-world textiles really did put modern tech and craftsmanship to shame.

He tugged on the hem—surprised by how stretchy the fabric was.

“Nice. Finally don’t have to worry about ripping my pants.”

He threw on a few random clothes, and suddenly, the Blackscale Sword in his hand began to tremble.

【Bro, what’s going on? Where’d you run off to? Why’s the spiritual energy here so thin?】

【Also… it feels kinda familiar?】

Chen Huaian chuckled and asked,

“Old Bro, what year did you transmigrate from?”

【2025.】 Zhang Yibai answered.

【I crossed into Cangyun Realm at a different point in time than you—back when it was still thriving.

But even then, it was already starting to decline.

Every hundred years it got worse—fewer cultivators reached immortality, fewer resources, and the path got harder and harder.】

“Ahh, I see. Well, it’s now 2035. In these ten years, Earth’s changed a lot…”

Chen Huaian shook his head with a sigh.

Ten years ago, he was just a middle schooler.

Who’d have thought that ten years later, gods, devils, and monsters would all be crawling out of the woodwork?

【2035? Changed a lot? How do you know that?】

Chen Huaian said nothing.

He stepped out of Containment Unit 0 and climbed the stairs all the way to the rooftop of the C Province Exorcist Division.

He drew the Blackscale Sword from its sheath—allowing Zhang Yibai’s residual soul to see everything around them.

Below, the entire city was spread out before them.

But something felt wrong tonight.

At 3–4 a.m., there should’ve still been plenty of lights twinkling.

Now—everything was pitch black, like a beast ready to devour.

“Old Bro, this is Earth. Our home,” Chen Huaian said with a grin as he looked at the dumbstruck Zhang Yibai.

“Forgot to mention—your little bro here has a not-so-golden finger:

I can travel back and forth between Cangyun Realm and Earth.”

【Forget the traveling.】 After a brief moment of shock, Zhang Yibai’s face turned serious.

【You’re right. These ten years really have changed everything—changed so much it’s terrifying.】

Chen Huaian gazed into the distance.

Or more accurately, he looked up at the sky surrounding the C Province Exorcist Division’s skyscraper.

It was completely shrouded in an ominous red glow.

That blood-hue churned in the night like tendrils reaching from the abyss, whipping up stormy winds.

Tell him that wasn’t terrifying?

Chen Huaian’s eyelid twitched uncontrollably.

He’d only spent a few days in the Cangyun Realm…

And back here in reality, demons and ghosts had multiplied like roaches—and were now attacking the city!

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