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

Chapter 128: Try Moving and See?

"A mere Nascent Soul Perfection, and you dare call yourself a patriarch?!"

Just as the colossal sword was about to strike Luoyan Manor, a soft chuckle echoed through the air. From within the manor, a figure soared into the sky, casually tossing out a cauldron. The moment it left his hand, the cauldron expanded against the wind, growing into a massive object that shielded the manor's rooftop, blocking the incoming sword.

Clang!

The giant sword and cauldron collided. Under the immense pressure of the sword, the cauldron was forced backward, yet in the process, the sword blade shattered inch by inch. Ultimately, the cauldron held its ground, preventing the sword from slamming into Luoyan Manor.

The impact of the collision dispersed the surrounding clouds, leaving the sky above Luoyan Manor perfectly clear.

The cultivators around the manor swiftly backed away, finding themselves open mountaintops with good vantage points. They took off their shoes, sat or lay on the rocks, and spread out sunflower seeds, peanuts, and spring water—fully prepared to enjoy the show.

"We’ve triggered the boss fight!" Chen Huai’an squinted his eyes.

That previous sword strike didn’t cost much—only ¥8,888.

High above Luoyan Manor stood a man in a deep blue robe with silver trim, a folding fan in hand. He had a pale face, thin lips, narrow eyes, and a sharp, sinister look. His gaze toward the flying boat was filled with anger, and his aura of Nascent Soul Perfection spread outward, thickening the surrounding air like glue.

Chen Huai’an could see the text hovering above his head—<Pill Sect - Zhou Xuanzi>

When Zhou Xuanzi first emerged from the manor, his name was still yellow.

After taking a single sword strike, it instantly turned red—clearly, he had been provoked to his limit.

"The Pill Sect's sect master, Zhou Xuanzi, has appeared!"

"Now this is going to be a spectacle. Sword Pavilion's Sect Master, Su Qinian, is at Late Nascent Soul Stage, while Zhou Xuanzi is at Nascent Soul Perfection. If the Sword Pavilion’s so-called 'Patriarch' is also just at Nascent Soul Perfection, then they probably won’t fight."

"Why do you say that?"

"The Pill Sect has plenty of strong cultivators. Zhou Xuanzi may be the sect master, but he’s not the strongest—it's their guest elders who are the true powerhouses! Worst-case scenario, Zhou Xuanzi himself is loaded with treasures. Did you see that cauldron just now? That was the Subduing Dragon Cauldron, a sentient spiritual artifact!"

The surrounding cultivators whispered among themselves as they watched the sky.

Zhou Xuanzi hovered at the same level as the flying boat, getting a clearer look at the people onboard. He let out a sneer and was the first to speak.

"Oh? And here I was wondering who it could be. Turns out it’s just Sect Master Su from the Sword Pavilion and that washed-up reject from Zhenwu Holy Land, Liu Yuanqing. Since we’re all righteous cultivators, let’s settle this sensibly. Release my Pill Sect disciples immediately and apologize, and we can pretend this never happened."

"Go f*** yourself, and f*** your mother too!"

Su Qinian had already been holding back a firestorm of rage over Li Qingran’s situation. Now, with Chen Huai’an backing him up, he didn’t hesitate. Without another word, he attacked.

The moment he moved, his entire figure transformed into a streak of sword light, flashing across the sky.

The sheer speed of his attack sliced through the air with a sharp screech, causing an aching pain in the ears of every cultivator present.

"I’ve heard that Sect Master Su's Xuanwu Sword reigns supreme. Allow me to experience it firsthand!"

Zhou Xuanzi let out a hearty laugh and stamped his right foot in the void.

Buzz—!

Yin and yang divided, forming a massive black-and-white battlefield that enveloped the surrounding thousand miles. It was as if the entire space had been transformed into a giant chessboard.

Activating Heaven and Earth Form, Zhou Xuanzi’s figure shifted into that of an elderly man with a flowing white beard, seated outside the chessboard with a game piece in hand.

A black stone fell onto the board—

And countless sword shadows erupted in unison, clashing toward Su Qinian’s streaking sword light.

Within the board, sword shadows overlapped, sword Qi surged, and metallic clashing sounds echoed endlessly. The surrounding cultivators couldn’t make out the battle clearly, but the sheer murderous aura left them speechless.

Zhou Xuanzi moved his pieces frequently, but his black swords were continually shattered by Su Qinian’s heavy sword.

His expression turned grim. Clenching his teeth, he placed a white stone on the board.

The white pieces linked together, forming an enormous spiritual energy dragon that roared ferociously and lunged at Su Qinian.

The battlefield became a chaotic storm of black swords and the dragon’s ethereal form, completely engulfing Su Qinian’s silhouette.

Back on the flying boat, Yue Qianchi was holding his breath, eyes fixed on the chessboard.

Meanwhile, Chen Huai’an remained perfectly calm, watching the dazzling special effects like an idle fisherman.

He could see the health and energy bars of both Su Qinian and Zhou Xuanzi.

Despite how impressive Zhou Xuanzi looked, his energy bar had already depleted by a third, while Su Qinian had barely lost any health at all.

But more importantly—

Su Qinian’s energy bar hadn’t even budged.

His rage bar, however, was steadily rising.

"Showy nonsense," Chen Huai’an snorted.

Even though Zhou Xuanzi was at Nascent Soul Perfection, without his artifacts, he wasn’t a match for Su Qinian.

The Sword Dao was supreme in slaughter, after all.

Black and white pieces continued to fall, yet Su Qinian grew closer and closer to the board’s edge.

Growing desperate, Zhou Xuanzi slammed down two pieces simultaneously.

At that moment, from within the chaotic whirlwind of attacks, an enraged roar erupted.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY—!"

Boom!

Gale winds howled. Black swords shattered. The white dragon crumbled.

Through the blinding shockwave, a dark silhouette emerged, heavy sword in hand, slashing skyward.

"Mountain-Shattering Blast—!"

A crimson sword shadow burst forth, vast as the sky, heavy as a mountain. It grew larger and larger, expanding until it filled the entire chessboard before cleaving downward with unstoppable force.

Crack!

The chessboard shattered. Black and white pieces scattered like dissipating spiritual energy.

A long, jagged sword wound split Zhou Xuanzi’s Heaven and Earth Form from his forehead to his chest—

And then, with a resounding bang, his technique completely collapsed.

Blood sprayed from his mouth as he plummeted from the sky.

Su Qinian, eyes blazing with battle intent, shot out from the wreckage of the chessboard, dragging his Xuanwu Sword along, shrouded in killing intent. He swung his blade down mercilessly toward Zhou Xuanzi.

"Go—! Die—!!"

Just as the sword was about to land, a white-robed figure suddenly appeared beside Zhou Xuanzi.

With a single finger, he tapped the descending sword tip.

A ripple spread outward—like a mirage, like the reflection of the moon in the water.

Everything froze in place.

"Amitabha. Sect Master Su, killing Zhou Sect Master would be a bit excessive, wouldn’t it?"

The monk, clad in pale moon-white robes, held a meditation staff. With each step he took, lotus flowers bloomed beneath his feet. Smiling, he lifted his staff and pressed it gently against Su Qinian’s forehead, his voice soothing yet chilling.

"Sect Master Su, do you still insist on your path? If so, this humble monk wouldn’t mind replacing the Sword Pavilion with a new sect master."

"It's the Laughing Buddha! A Fusion Realm expert!!"

A horrified cry rang out from the spectators.

In that instant, a pale golden finger extended from Su Qinian’s forehead, lightly pressing against the monk’s staff.

An unfathomable force surged forth—

Blasting the Laughing Buddha a thousand meters away.

The illusion shattered. Spiritual energy howled.

The monk’s pupils contracted sharply, his reflection capturing the figure before him—

A sword cultivator clad in a flowing black robe, silver hair cascading like a waterfall, exuding an aura of boundless coldness.

A voice, as frigid as the void, rumbled beside his ear.

"Try moving, and see what happens?"