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

Chapter 893: Bixixi's Ambition

…After dealing with Tang Ritian, Chen Huaian and Li Qingran prepared to return to Battle Soul City.

Li Qingran's home was there now.

After this match concluded, Li Qingran had obtained two World Beast bones that she hadn't had a chance to collect yet.

Moving around in the form of a Battle Soul was still too strange; it felt like floating in the air like a feather. He had to try whether these World Beast bones could help him restore his physical body.

Halfway there, Li Qingran and Chen Huaian encountered the elite forces of the Battle Soul Hall who had come looking for them.

"It's Miss Li Qingran!"

"Miss Li Qingran, are you alright?"

Soon, Li Qingran and Chen Huaian were surrounded by several Battle Soul Hall Battle Masters.

Although their strengths were far above Li Qingran's, everyone clearly understood that this power was only temporary. With the talent Li Qingran had displayed, as long as she didn't die prematurely, she would definitely become an existence that could crush them in the future.

Coupled with the Pope's high regard for Li Qingran, even Battle Masters above level ninety didn't dare put on airs when facing Li Qingran. Their attitudes even contained a hint of respect.

"I'm fine," Li Qingran blinked.

To be honest, she had been a bit panicked when Tang Ritian captured her.

What panicked her was that a figure like Tang Ritian must be connected to a powerful faction.

If her Master killed Tang Ritian with one sword strike, would it bring some disaster upon the Battle Soul Hall?

Of course, this was something she would worry about before Tang Ritian was killed.

Now that Tang Ritian had already been slaughtered, worrying about these things was meaningless.

Anyway, with her Master here, she only needed to help her Master obtain good World Rings in the future, step by step restoring her Master's strength back to its peak.

"Miss Qingran, how... did you escape from that man Tang Ritian?"

A Battle Master looked Li Qingran up and down, seeing no injuries, and asked suspiciously, "It's said that Tang Ritian is ruthless and decisive in his actions. We all thought you would... Did he change his nature and let you go?"

"No," Li Qingran spread her hands. "He was planning to kill me."

"Then how did you..."

"But he was killed by my husband instead~"

Li Qingran giggled, summoning Chen Huaian in the form of a Battle Soul, pushing him before the crowd as if showing off a beloved toy.

Chen Huaian had no choice but to cooperate with Li Qingran, holding his sword and striking a cool, handsome pose.

He still had to take care of his little wife's face.

"What? Tang Ritian is dead?"

"Killed by your husband instead..."

"Hiss—!"

A series of sharp intakes of cold breath sounded among the crowd.

Husband Battle Soul, Battle Ancestor killing a Peak Battle Master instead...

These words that originally couldn't possibly be connected were strung together, forming sentences from Li Qingran's mouth that were both incomprehensible and illogical.

Even though they had already seen Chen Huaian before, seeing this white-clothed swordsman humanoid Battle Soul again, these Battle Masters who had lived for hundreds of years still couldn't help but marvel.

"Truly, the world is vast, full of wonders..." A Battle Master shook his head. "But Miss Qingran, your... uh, husband Battle Soul doesn't have a World Ring either, how could he directly kill Tang Ritian?"

"That's right, Tang Ritian was a Peak Battle Master!"

"Even if we fought Tang Ritian one-on-one, we wouldn't be his match. Only by joining forces could we have a chance to fight, and even then we might not necessarily win..."

Hearing this, Chen Huaian curled his lips, his feet lighting up.

A pale golden World Ring rotated out. The aura of the Ancient Mountain-Sea Whale on it had been completely erased, but the oppressive pressure of the million-year World Ring still existed.

Everyone fell silent,

staring dumbly at that pale golden World Ring without speaking.

After a long while.

"Hiss—! This... this is a million-year World Ring?"

"My heavens... The first World Ring is a million-year World Ring? Did Miss Qingran slay a million-year World Beast?!"

Exclamations rose one after another.

A group of old monsters widened their eyes.

The scene unfolding before them had far exceeded their understanding.

"This Venerable One encountered a million-year World Beast on the road. That World Beast felt it had a connection with This Venerable One, so it voluntarily sacrificed itself," Chen Huaian said with his eyes wide open, trying to make the existence of the million-year World Ring seem somewhat reasonable.

However, these old fellows' attention didn't seem to be on that.

"Holy shit! The Battle Soul actually spoke?"

"Good heavens, a Battle Soul can speak like a real person? My wife has been dead for over ten years, can I make her into my Battle Soul? I miss her..."

Chen Huaian: "..."

"Alright, stop surrounding Miss Qingran."

Seeing Li Qingran and Chen Huaian being gawked at like monkeys in a zoo, the leading Battle Soul Hall Battle Master coughed lightly. "Tang Ritian is dead, and Miss Qingran has returned safely. These are both good things!

We should first take Miss Qingran back to report the situation to Your Holiness the Pope.

What's the point of staying crowded here?"

Hearing this, everyone suddenly realized and escorted Li Qingran back to the Battle Soul Hall.

…

Pope's Hall, council chamber.

Vast, desolate.

Tap, tap, tap.

The sound of high heels striking the ground,

echoed within the deathly silent great hall, carrying a sense of anxiety.

Bixixi stood with her hands behind her back, pacing back and forth before that Pope's throne symbolizing supreme power. Her stunning, majestic face rarely carried a trace of gloom.

Tang Ritian had made his move.

That madman had kidnapped the Battle Soul Hall's future hope.

If something happened to Li Qingran, causing the deity behind her to become angry...

The consequences would be unimaginable!

"Report—!!!"

A hurried shout shattered the hall's oppressive atmosphere.

A red-robed Deacon stumbled into the hall, his face filled with wild joy and disbelief:

"Your Holiness! She's... she's back!"

"Miss Qingran is safe and sound! She's right outside the hall!"

Bixixi whirled around, her phoenix eyes flashing with intense light.

Before she could speak, at the hall entrance, that familiar white figure had already stepped inside.

Although Li Qingran's clothes were somewhat wrinkled and her hair slightly disheveled, she clearly had no injuries on her body. The smiling, leisurely expression at the corner of her mouth made it seem as if she had just returned from an outing.

"Your Holiness, I'm back."

Li Qingran bowed slightly, her tone light and cheerful.

Bixixi's tense nerves suddenly relaxed. She quickly descended the steps, her gaze sweeping over Li Qingran repeatedly. Only after confirming she wasn't missing any arms or legs did she let out a long sigh of relief.

But immediately after, the accompanying Elder's report made her mind go blank.

Tang Ritian, dead.

First World Ring, million-year.

Bixixi's pupils instantly contracted to pinpoints.

She sharply raised her head, staring fixedly at that ethereal white-clothed man beside Li Qingran.

Chen Huaian held his sword with one hand, quietly floating in mid-air.

Beneath his feet, that pale golden million-year World Ring pulsed slowly, emanating an ancient, primordial aura from time immemorial.

That aura was too heavy, pressing down until the air in the great hall became thick and viscous.

"It's really... a million-year..."

Bixixi murmured to herself, her fingers gripping the scepter turning white from the force.

And Tang Ritian, that existence that had kept her awake at night,

had actually just... died like this?

Died at the hands of this humanoid Battle Soul that didn't even have a physical body?

"Good... good! Good!!"

Bixixi said "good" three times in a row, the shock in her eyes rapidly transforming into wild joy.

Since the white-clothed swordsman was Li Qingran's Battle Soul, then the people the swordsman killed were killed by Li Qingran; the power the swordsman possessed was the power of the Battle Soul Hall!

At this moment, the way she looked at Chen Huaian changed.

No longer wary, but... appreciative.

This man was born exceptionally well.

White clothes purer than snow, pale hair like silver.

That kind of transcendent, clear coldness detached from the mundane world, that kind of solitary arrogance that viewed all living beings as mere grass—completely different from those reckless brutes in this mortal world who only knew how to fight and show off.

He even possessed more divinity than the so-called angel statues she had seen.

"Qingran... your husband is truly remarkable!"

Bixixi walked forward, her burning gaze examining Chen Huaian as if appreciating a rare treasure.

Li Qingran: "???"

Wait, why did that sound so strange?

She glanced at Bixixi, her eyes wary.

Even if it was the Pope before her, even if it were a true deity, if they dared try to steal her husband, she would turn hostile.

Chen Huaian slightly lowered his gaze, meeting the eyes of this Pope who held power over the world.

His gaze was calm, neither subservient nor arrogant.

"Interesting."

A playful curve appeared at the corner of Bixixi's mouth.

She withdrew her gaze, looking back at Li Qingran. Her voice regained its usual authority, but carried a gentleness never heard before: "Qingran, you have accomplished a great feat."

"With Tang Ritian dead, the Ritian Sect is leaderless. Our Battle Soul Hall no longer has any worries from behind."

"Tell me, what reward do you want?"

She was someone who clearly distinguished rewards and punishments.

Moreover, facing such a genius, she had to use the richest resources to firmly bind her to the Battle Soul Hall's war chariot.

Hearing this, Li Qingran's eyes lit up.

She wasn't polite, nor did she decline.

Directly reaching out, she linked arms with Chen Huaian and said righteously:

"Your Holiness, I want World Rings. And World Bones."

"The higher the quality, the better. The older the year, the better."

"I want to raise my husband... to be plump and fair!"

Only by helping her Master recover his strength could she feel at ease.

Bixixi was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

She laughed until her body trembled, laughed with boundless ambition.

"Raise him?"

Bixixi turned around, slowly walking back to the Pope's throne. She abruptly turned and sat down, her scepter heavily striking the ground.

*Thud!*

"Granted."

Her voice echoed within the great hall, carrying a murderous aura of iron and blood.

"This Venerable One was already planning a hunting operation targeting high-level World Beasts."

"Originally, I was still worried about insufficient manpower. But now, with you, with this..."

She glanced at Chen Huaian, her eyes flashing with cold light that desired to conquer the continent.

"...with this million-year-level helper."

"The forests and oceans of this Canglan Continent will become our pasture to take from as we please."

Bixixi leaned forward slightly, staring at Li Qingran, enunciating each word clearly:

"Since you want to raise him, then raise the strongest."

"This Venerable One will make you..."

"Peerless under heaven!"

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