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

Chapter 199: Kill Without Mercy

Chen Huai'an walked out of the Demon Slayer Bureau headquarters and let out a long breath as he gazed at the sky.

In the end, those five old men only gave him fifty million as a bounty and officially recognized his title as the Governor of C-Province's Demon Slayer Bureau.

Killing a King-level evil spirit... and all he got was a sum that might as well have been thrown at a stray dog on the roadside.

"Bearded Uncle... The Demon Slayer Bureau you dedicated your life to has turned into this disgrace. Even if you were alive, you wouldn’t want to see this." He sneered, his gaze fixed on the dying ember of the sunset at the horizon. "Since that’s the case... let’s just erase them. Worst case, I’ll protect your world in your place."

"Governor Chen! Over here!"

Huang Gubei waved from beside a car.

Chen Huai'an cast one last glance at the Demon Slayer Bureau headquarters before heading toward the black business vehicle.

The Blood Porcelain Maiden had once harbored an unrelenting hatred for the Bone Porcelain Bodhisattva, yet she had been powerless to resist, reduced to nothing but a vengeful spirit.

Of course, she wasn’t exactly a benevolent entity.

But she was obedient.

And she only listened to him.

Blood... was like water mixed into cement—it determined the strength of the Blood Porcelain Maiden.

He had already dripped the guardian beast’s blood into the bottle, and the Blood Porcelain Maiden was now undergoing her final stage of rebirth. By midnight tonight, she would be fully formed.

A Ghost Core-level evil spirit...

By calculation, she might even surpass the Bone Porcelain Bodhisattva in power.

What ranking would she be given?

Top-tier King-level?

Or perhaps... Emperor-level?

"Governor Chen, what are you thinking about?"

From the driver’s seat, Huang Gubei glanced at the rearview mirror. Chen Huai'an’s deep, serene eyes seemed to hide an abyss.

The only time Huang Gubei felt even slightly at ease was when Chen Huai'an was speaking—otherwise, he always had the nagging fear that the next second, this man might transform into a monster.

"I'm thinking... When people get old, they should move their bodies more."

"Uh... You're right... But what if they can't move anymore?"

"Then they should just hurry up and die."

...

"Son, I’ve got good news for you! You know that King-level entity in Jinde Town? It's been killed! And I even got my hands on the spirit artifact that was used to slay it!"

Wang Jingshan beamed as he ended his call.

His son, Wang Lingchuan—an undisputed prodigy.

At just twenty-one, he had climbed all six thousand steps of the Heavenly Palace and been accepted as a personal disciple.

But being a personal disciple didn’t mean he had already secured the palace’s full favor.

A decade ago, Kunlun Immortal Palace had secretly recruited a group of geniuses, allowing them to cultivate within the palace for ten years. These disciples had already reached terrifying levels of power—Wang Shouyi was among them.

Though his son was talented and strong, he had been training for ten fewer years. He was nowhere near those core disciples’ level.

However, with some high-grade spirit artifacts... the situation could change.

Like this Blood Porcelain Bottle.

His ambitions were grand. As the world’s Spiritual Qi revival deepened, the earth would inevitably become a land teeming with divine treasures.

And he... would turn it into his personal garden.

All resources would flow into the Wang family's coffers, with other aristocratic clans only able to scavenge the scraps.

Backed by Kunlun Immortal Palace and an endless supply of resources, the Wang family would one day reign supreme as the foremost immortal clan.

Was there anything more exhilarating?

"I still have some time before I enter the palace... I should test the Blood Porcelain Bottle first."

Wang Jingshan wasn’t worried about being tricked by Chen Huai'an.

At worst, the bottle simply wouldn’t be as powerful as claimed.

As for whether it could harm him?

The thought never even crossed his mind.

After all, he was stationed at the Demon Slayer Bureau—justice incarnate.

Without his guidance, would the Bureau have such an efficient demon-slaying system?

Chen Huai'an daring to betray him would mean making an enemy of the entire world!

Besides, he himself was an Elite Soldier-Class powerhouse—not so easily killed.

Wang Jingshan bit his fingertip and let a drop of blood fall into the porcelain bottle.

Spirit artifacts like this were easy to use—whoever fed it blood would gain its loyalty.

No way in hell would it devour its own master.

The drop of blood sank into the porcelain bottle.

But the expected reaction never came.

Instead, the bottle trembled violently with a chilling crack crack sound.

A crimson mist spewed forth.

Wang Jingshan’s expression twisted as he instinctively staggered back two steps.

In the reflection of the full-length mirror across the room, he saw a woman in blood-red garments standing behind him.

She had appeared silently.

Her features were eerily delicate, her complexion pale yet glazed with an unnatural luster.

Her lips were tightly pressed together, marked only by a tiny dot of rouge at the center.

Her eyes were pitch black—no whites, no pupils—just an abyss of pure, murderous intent.

The moment he sensed the killing intent, Wang Jingshan’s instincts screamed danger.

He didn't hesitate.

In a single step, he drew his blade from its scabbard and slashed behind him.

Hiss—!

Azure blade energy surged forth.

This strike, executed in the face of life and death, was utterly ferocious.

The sheer force of the attack gouged deep scars into the alloy wall...

Yet it cut through nothing.

A foul wind swept from behind him.

Wang Jingshan’s scalp went numb. His pupils shrank.

"Sh*t!"

As he turned, an arm formed from shattered porcelain shards extended from the bottle...

Its razor-sharp claws pierced straight through his chest.

The force was terrifying—effortlessly lifting his 180-pound body into the air.

Blood splattered onto the office floor.

Wang Jingshan’s eyes widened in agony as he stared at the crimson claws protruding from his chest.

Beside his ear, the Blood Porcelain Maiden’s chilling breath lingered.

"Cough... Cough..."

"He... He dares... He actually dares...!"

The Blood Porcelain Maiden didn’t respond.

She simply withdrew her claws and flung Wang Jingshan to the ground like discarded trash.

As his pupils gradually lost focus, she bent down and removed the jade token from his waist.

Her abyssal gaze grew even redder.

"Kill... Kill... Kill... Master's command is... Kill without mercy!"

Within the Demon Slayer Bureau, everyone with a jade token on their waist was now marked for death.

As for those outside... or the ones lucky enough to escape?

They were outside her orders.

But against a Ghost Core-level entity...

How many could actually escape?

The piercing shriek of alarms echoed through the headquarters.

Amid the flashing red warning lights, she strode forward, her fingers curling into a blood-forged blade half a meter long.

Crack!

With a casual swing, the Demon Slayer Bureau’s once-proud metal security walls were sliced apart like paper.

...

Chen Huai'an had returned to Containment Facility No. 0.

Though he had an office as Governor, he still preferred staying in the facility—it was far more comfortable.

There, he had a backflipping cat, a two-legged fish, a runaway spirit orchid, a strawberry bear, and a sniper rifle in the shape of a lobster.

What could be better than this?

He opened Virtual Girlfriend.

Li Qingran was cultivating. She was draped in a thin, sheer robe, her long, pale legs exposed in the moonlight.

"This girl was just at late-stage Foundation Establishment... Now she’s already breaking through to peak Foundation Establishment?"

Glancing at her status, Chen Huai'an was astonished.

What the hell was this cultivation speed?!

Why did he have to struggle just to advance a single layer in Qi Refinement?!

"It must be the lack of Spiritual Qi."

He narrowed his eyes in deep thought.

To solve his slow cultivation problem, he needed motivation.

His gaze drifted toward Li Qingran’s exquisite, pale feet...

Wouldn’t it be a waste to leave them bare?

He picked up the phone.

"Governor Chen, do you need something?" Zhao Ying’s voice came through.

"Little Zhao, I don’t know much about women’s fashion." Chen Huai'an’s voice was stern, utterly righteous. "Go buy me the finest white and black silk stockings. 100 pairs of each. Top quality only."

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