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

Chapter 109: A Waterfall Plunging Three Thousand Feet

What is fate?

According to Chen Huai’an’s personal understanding—fate was nothing more than cause and effect.

Whether it was a cursed fate or a blessed one, it always boiled down to either planting the cause or reaping the result.

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When this message popped up—

Chen Huai’an knew.

His fate with Lingxi Valley had arrived!

"I am not a violent man," he sighed dramatically, gazing at the ceiling with feigned compassion. "But this top-up deal is simply too tempting. I have no choice but to endure the pain and pick option three."

He had assumed the game would immediately show his character cutting Lingxi Valley in half with a single sword strike.

But no.

The developers knew exactly how to keep players hooked into spending more money.

A new prompt appeared—

[Please put on your gaming helmet.]

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Inside Lingxi Valley

"What?! Those two Sword Pavilion disciples actually broke through the Heart Demon Illusion?!"

As the second-ranked authority over the sect’s illusion array, Yun Suxin could sense some of the changes within it through a secret technique.

Just now, the heart demons that had been plaguing Li Qingran and Yue Qianchi had been eradicated.

She didn’t know what their demons were, but she knew one thing—

They had escaped.

And without the heart demon’s interference, the second-layer illusion was significantly weakened.

"Should I make it harder for them?"

She thought about it, then shook her head.

"No need. Let’s see how far they can go."

Yun Suxin wasn’t the type to go back on her word, so she decided not to meddle with the array further.

Little did she know, that single decision would not only save herself—

But also her sect and her mother’s life.

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In Chen Huai’an’s room

With a solemn expression, Chen Huai’an put on his gaming helmet.

Inside the illusion array

Before Li Qingran—

A figure in white robes, sword strapped to his waist, slowly took form.

This time, God-Mode Chen Huai’an didn’t arrive with grand special effects—no dramatic black dragon shadow, no blazing aura.

And yet, just standing there, he seemed to merge with the heavens and earth, an invisible pressure rippling outwards.

"Master!"

A voice filled with excitement rang from behind him.

Chen Huai’an turned slightly—

Only to see his little disciple, Li Qingran, standing there holding a small whip, her big eyes blinking unblinking at him, overflowing with joy and admiration.

Goddamn, she’s too damn pretty.

Chen Huai’an sighed inwardly.

No matter how many times he saw her, his heart still skipped a beat.

Especially with the way she looked at him—with pure reverence, a hint of subtle longing.

Like a flower bud on the verge of blooming—

As if all he had to do was lean a little closer, and she would open up completely.

Who the hell could resist that?

Before his face could heat up, he quickly turned away.

Switching into his mentor mode, he coughed lightly and said in a deep voice—

"If the illusion’s heart demons could trap you, it means your heart is not yet strong enough. Cultivation begins with cultivating the mind. How many times have I told you this?"

"Qingran understands her mistake."

Li Qingran lowered her head, her small hands clasped behind her back, fingers fidgeting slightly.

Her long lashes cast shadows over her flushed cheeks, hiding the shyness and happiness in her eyes.

Her master had never actually said those words before—

But everything her master said was right.

As long as she listened to him, it didn’t matter what he said.

Even if he was scolding her—

Wasn’t that just proof that he cared?

Otherwise, why would he only reprimand her and not Senior Sister Yue?

"Mmm, knowing your mistakes and correcting them is the path to greatness," Chen Huai’an said, casually throwing out some vague wisdom.

"Since I am here in person today, I will break this illusion for you!"

He lifted his gaze toward the illusion’s ceiling.

Li Qingran and Yue Qianchi couldn’t see it—

But he could clearly make out the array’s core, the flow of its energy.

It looked an awful lot like an electrical circuit diagram.

"Master, how will you break this illusion?"

Li Qingran had moved to his side, her curious and worried gaze locked onto his face.

Chen Huai’an smirked.

His right hand rested on his sword hilt.

"With a sword, of course!"

As his words fell—

Li Qingran watched as her master’s figure soared into the air, white robes billowing, silver hair flowing like cascading snow.

A faint glow surrounded him.

With a flick of his wrist, his sword spun into a dazzling bloom of silver light, sweeping out in an arc like a moonlit river.

So beautiful.

And the man within that moonlight—

Unparalleled.

But… his true body was still battling a great demon elsewhere.

Should he really be using his strength so recklessly?

Li Qingran had no idea what kind of power Void Refinement Realm cultivators possessed.

She dared not question it—she could only worry in silence.

"Watch closely, my disciple—today, I shall teach you another sword technique!"

Clang!

A sword rang out.

The heavens changed color.

A deafening roar shook the world.

The sun dimmed.

The blue sky darkened into an abyssal navy, clouds scattering to reveal a sky clear as glass—

A sky reflecting the stars and the Milky Way.

This phenomenon didn’t just cover Lingxi Valley—

It spread across hundreds of miles.

Countless people gazed up at the endless galaxy above, their hearts filled with awe and dread.

A bone-chilling terror gripped them.

Yun Suxin stumbled out of her room, face pale as she looked up at the celestial anomaly.

Forgetting all pretense of composure, she shot into the sky on her sword, stopping beneath the celestial river.

Amidst the sea of stars, a lone white figure danced with his sword upon the Milky Way.

She tried to approach—

But an overwhelming pressure pinned her in place.

"Senior… may I ask who you are? Why are you attacking Lingxi Valley?"

"If there has been some misunderstanding, then I apologize! Please, let us discuss this calmly! Lingxi Valley will do everything in our power to satisfy you!"

To manipulate the heavens and earth, to summon celestial anomalies—these were the traits of a Fusion Realm Grand Cultivator.

But this man was no ordinary Fusion Realm expert.

He had summoned the Star River itself!

What kind of terrifying existence was this?!

A few legendary names flashed through Yun Suxin’s mind, but none of them matched the ethereal swordmaster before her.

The power of the galaxy grew stronger.

The entire world trembled.

That sword-wielding silhouette shifted from elegant and refined to vast and overwhelming.

The sheer pressure from his sword sent chills crawling up Yun Suxin’s spine.

She didn’t hesitate.

She dropped to her knees.

"Senior, please! Spare us! I am the Young Mistress of Lingxi Valley—I will take responsibility!"

Her mother was still recuperating in the valley.

She could not let this man destroy everything.

"Spare you?"

A voice boomed like rolling thunder, making Yun Suxin’s vision blur.

"Too late! Less talking—take this strike first!"

The white-clad cultivator chuckled.

"The sun rises over the incense burner, mist curling into the sky—

From afar, the waterfall hangs before the river!"

BOOM!

The Star River roared.

Below, Lingxi Valley trembled.

Disciples collapsed to their knees, shivering.

The sect’s so-called elders had long since fled, leaving only a few behind—

Too terrified to even run.

"Senior… please… stop…"

Under the crushing heavenly might—

Yun Suxin could barely force the words from her throat.

Her vision blurred.

The last thing she saw was that white figure rising into the sky, sword poised—

And slashing forward!

"A waterfall plunges three thousand feet—

As if the Milky Way falls from the Ninth Heaven!"

As the last syllable echoed—

The celestial river shattered into countless sword beams, raining down upon the valley.

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