Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 106: A Flying Boat Stuck in the Illusion Formation?!

Chapter 106: A Flying Boat Stuck in the Illusion Formation?!

BOOM!

Yun Suxin was rudely awakened by a deafening explosion.

She glanced out the window.

It was already dawn—

Most of Lingxi Valley’s disciples should either be cultivating or tending to the spirit fields.

Who the hell was making such a racket at this hour?!

Her residence sat high above a waterfall, giving her an unobstructed view of most of the valley with a single sweep of her spiritual sense.

The moment she opened her door—

Her vision darkened.

Something massive and diamond-shaped had impaled itself into the outer Illusion Formation of the valley’s entrance.

It was blocking the rising sun, casting a huge shadow over the area.

Down below, the disciples of Lingxi Valley were in chaos, running around like ants on a hot pan.

"W-What is that?"

Yun Suxin narrowed her eyes.

Using her exceptional eyesight, she quickly took in the details of the object.

A flying boat.

A medium-sized one—Lingxi Valley had a few of these themselves.

But—

Who the hell piloted a flying boat like this?!

Just ramming it straight into an Illusion Formation—

This wasn’t just reckless flying.

This was a provocation.

"Young Mistress! Trouble! BIG trouble!"

A Lingxi Valley disciple came stumbling over, panting heavily, his face still pale from shock.

"A flying boat crashed into our formation—right at the formation’s core! The outermost layer of the illusion has been broken!"

"I’m not blind," Yun Suxin snapped, her brows furrowing.

"Any idea which sect it belongs to?"

The disciple gulped.

"From the flags and emblems on the ship… It’s Sword Pavilion’s."

"…Sword Pavilion?"

Yun Suxin’s first reaction was disbelief.

Sword Pavilion? Buying a flying boat?

Bullshit.

If Sword Pavilion could afford a flying boat, she’d eat that flying boat.

"Are you sure?"

The disciple hesitated.

"Uh… N-Not entirely. But the markings do match Sword Pavilion’s…"

After all—

Sword Pavilion excelled in swordplay, but their poverty was equally legendary.

Their combat prowess was ranked number one in Cangyun Realm.

But when it came to spending money?

They were beyond stingy.

Any money they did make was immediately reinvested into their flying swords.

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The idea of Sword Pavilion spending on luxuries was laughable.

"Should we inform the Valley Master?"

The disciple’s voice was uneasy.

"What if they came with hostile intent?"

Yun Suxin thought about her mother’s current condition—

Then shook her head.

"No need. Fetch Elder Liang. We’ll go investigate ourselves."

Meanwhile, on the flying boat.

The violent shaking had woken up Yue Qianchi and Li Qingran.

"It’s already daytime…? Damn… Advanced Spirit Gathering Formations are no joke.

One night of training here was like half a month on Falling Sunset Summit."

Yue Qianchi stretched with satisfaction.

Then frowned.

Something felt off.

Yesterday, when they checked into the inn, the sky hadn’t been this blue, and the clouds hadn’t been this white…

She turned to look at Li Qingran—

And froze.

"Junior Sister! You’ve broken through to Foundation Establishment!

Holy crap! Your cultivation speed is insane!

Then again, you’ve been bathing in high-tier formations every day… No wonder~"

Li Qingran had just finished circulating her energy when she heard Yue Qianchi’s teasing.

Her cheeks flushed bright red.

"I-It’s not like I’m soaking in honey or sugar every day… Senior Sister, don’t say weird things!"

"If you want, you can come cultivate with me on Falling Sunset Summit anytime!

I’ll ask Master for permission!"

"My Master might act mysterious, but he’s actually super kind—he’d definitely agree!"

"Yeah, no thanks."

Yue Qianchi was tempted—

But the last thing she wanted was to be a third wheel.

Even worse, she didn’t want to accidentally get seen again—

Even if her Master was probably just a cold, emotionless old man.

Li Qingran was about to insist, but—

SMACK!

Yue Qianchi playfully grabbed her.

"Waaah!"

Li Qingran yelped and hid under the covers, her face burning.

Yue Qianchi flexed her fingers and grinned mischievously.

"Not bad, Junior Sister! You’re developing well!

Almost catching up to me now~"

"Q-Quit it, Senior Sister!!"

Two minutes later—

Fully dressed, the two stepped out of their room.

Only to realize—

The inn was completely empty.

Confused, they walked toward the front door—

And froze in stunned silence.

The once bustling streets of Qinghe City were nowhere to be seen.

Instead—

Endless mountains. Rolling clouds.

"Wait… this is a flying boat?"

Yue Qianchi’s eyes caught the formation core beside the entrance.

Inside—

Six Spirit Crystals were glowing faintly.

Two of them were almost depleted.

Clearly—

This flying boat had carried them and an entire damn tavern through the night.

"The entire inn was uprooted…?"

Li Qingran examined the area.

Yep.

This had Master’s handiwork written all over it.

This flying boat must have been sent by Master—

To help them reach Lingxi Valley faster.

Master was still so thoughtful.

Even while trapped, he still worried about her.

Even when moving an entire building, he used a divine ability to ensure their cultivation wasn’t interrupted.

Master was truly wonderful!

Li Qingran pressed a hand to her chest.

Her heart felt warm… but also a little sour.

Master had done so much for her—

Yet she still couldn’t help him immediately…

"Holy shit, Junior Sister! We’re already at Lingxi Valley!"

Yue Qianchi’s excited shout snapped Li Qingran out of her thoughts.

Wait—

They had already arrived?

That fast?!

She rushed to the edge of the flying boat, peering down alongside Yue Qianchi.

As the morning sun rose, the scenery below became even more breathtaking.

The valley was lush and vibrant, filled with endless spiritual fields.

At its heart—

A cliffside waterfall cascaded down like a ribbon of white jade.

Lingxi Valley’s most famous landmark.

They had indeed arrived.

"Hah! So it really is two Sword Pavilion rats!"

A cold voice rang out.

Li Qingran and Yue Qianchi looked up—

A woman in blue robes and a burly bald man had landed atop the inn’s roof.

The woman wore a veil, revealing only a pair of piercing, furious eyes.

The bald man was towering and thickly built, with rouge smeared on his face and a massive black saber slung over his shoulder.

Despite his boorish appearance, his powerful aura was undeniable.

"Who are you calling a rat?!"

Yue Qianchi shoved Li Qingran behind her.

With a sharp flick of her wrist, she drew her Xuanwu Sword, pointing it at the two figures above.

But Yun Suxin wasn’t looking at Yue Qianchi.

Her gaze landed on Li Qingran instead.

"You?!"

She scoffed.

"Never thought you’d join Sword Pavilion.

Tsk, tsk… What a waste of talent, entering such a pathetic sect."

"What’s wrong with Sword Pavilion?!"

Yue Qianchi’s face flushed red with rage.

She stepped forward—only to be crushed under a sudden, overwhelming pressure.

It was the bald man’s aura.

Yue Qianchi’s heart sank.

This wasn’t just any cultivator’s aura—

It was Nascent Soul Realm.

And if Yun Suxin was giving the orders…

This was about to be a serious problem.

"Hmph! You crashed your flying boat into our formation—

And you have the nerve to act arrogant?!"

The bald man grinned savagely.

"Young Mistress, why waste words?

Let me just cut off their arms and legs—

Toss ‘em in the black dungeon until Sword Pavilion pays a ransom!"

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