Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 260: You and I Are Fated

Chapter 260: You and I Are Fated

Sword Pavilion Patriarch—Chen Huaian?!

The moment his name was spoken, Yuling and Yuquan's expressions changed drastically.

No wonder he’d strolled into the trap array like it was nothing.

Other than the elders of Zhenwu Holy Land, the person they least wanted to encounter—

and most believed they would never encounter—was Chen Huaian.

But why was the Sword Pavilion Patriarch even here?

They’d been cautious of Zhenwu’s reaction only because of Dan Bai’s vague connection to the late Zhang Yibai.

But Chen Huaian?

They had thoroughly investigated beforehand—he had nothing to do with Dan Bai.

Dan Bai’s gaze fell on the figure standing before her, her eyes drawn to the black-scaled sword in his hand.

The sword’s aura swirled with black and white yin-yang energies—very similar to the sword intent Zhang Yibai had once gifted her, though deeper and far more profound.

She didn’t know this sword cultivator.

But the fact that he stood in front of her now, shielding her…

And that familiar sword aura…

Had already earned him her goodwill.

Her usual guardedness around strangers—

half gone in an instant.

“Sword Pavilion Patriarch Chen Huaian, you’ve already slain multiple elders of Yaochi Holy Land. Your crimes are unforgivable!”

Yuling Real Person shouted, her voice cold.

“And now, you’re even standing in our way to capture a wanted criminal of Yaochi?

Are you really determined to go against us?”

Yuling didn’t want to fight Chen Huaian.

Even though she was already at Void Fusion Stage Six—

no one knew exactly what level of strength this Sword Pavilion Patriarch had reached.

Chen Huaian didn’t answer.

His dark robes fluttered in the moonlight, like ink drifting off the edge of calligraphy paper.

His gaze deepened.

His fingertips brushed the sword hilt.

And then, in a flash—he gripped it tight.

The entire world seemed to hold its breath.

The insects stopped chirping.

The wind froze.

Even the moonlight seemed to pause in midair.

In that silence—

a killing intent surged unseen.

No words, no movement—

and yet, both Yuling and Yuquan felt a chill run down their spines.

“He’s drawing his sword!”

Yuquan’s warning barely left her mouth before—

CLANG—!

Sword unsheathed.

No sound of intent.

No visible stance.

Only a streak of white light flashed across the sky.

The sword qi split the darkness like a glacier shattering—blinding and unstoppable.

Chen Huaian’s afterimage formed behind Yuquan’s back.

Black-scaled sword tilted downward.

A single droplet of blood fell from the tip.

“One kill every ten steps.”

A chilling voice whispered by Yuquan’s ear.

“And not a soul left behind, even a thousand miles out.”

Blood hit the ground before her body did.

The wind left no trace.

The sword left one too many.

Yuquan’s pupils never had time to contract—

her soul had already been shredded by sword intent.

Her body froze in place,

like a sculpture locked in moonlight—

then dropped from the sky,

crashing to the earth like a broken sack.

The crowd scattered, only daring to look from a distance.

Only then did they see—

a thin red line had appeared across her neck.

She had been beheaded in a single sword strike.

Normally, Void Fusion cultivators wouldn’t die even if their bodies were destroyed—

their powerful souls could fight independently, even possess new bodies.

But from Yuquan’s state—

she was well and truly dead.

“What a terrifyingly fast sword!”

Yuling didn’t even have time to grieve.

In fact, her eyes lit up with a twisted excitement:

“I’ve heard of your peerless swordsmanship, Chen Jianzun.

Tonight, I’ll see it for myself!”

Chen Huaian’s revealed cultivation was only Void Fusion Stage Five.

She was a full stage higher.

And in Void Fusion, one stage was like an entire world of difference.

She could kill him.

Chen Huaian didn’t bother replying.

His eyes were flat, expressionless—completely in sage mode.

His sword had already returned to its sheath.

But the sword’s shadow under the moon had already frosted over.

Sword Form Seven – Wandering Swordsman.

When activated, the swordsman enters a tranquil state of mind.

An aura of killing intent envelops the body.

Within this field, all enemies perceive time more slowly,

while the swordsman moves with peak speed and unmatched evasion—

at least, that’s how Chen Huaian interpreted it.

Yuling attacked first.

Her fingertip flicked.

A vine-wrapped bell flew from her waist,

as a lush green world flickered into existence behind her.

BOOM BOOM BOOM—!

The ground quaked.

Massive vines burst from below like giant snakes,

barbed and glowing with eerie green light.

Each one strong enough to pierce a cultivator’s protective aura and laced with deadly poison.

In seconds, a net of vines had completely enclosed Chen Huaian.

“He’s trapped!”

The crowd gasped in horror.

“Why are we even worried about the Sword Pavilion Patriarch? Wasn’t he the one sheltering a demon cultivator?”

“So what?!” a rogue snapped back.

“At least he didn’t try to kill us like Yaochi just did!”

“DIE!” Yuling shouted.

The vine net tightened like a vice.

CLANG—!

The sword was unsheathed.

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The vines were instantly shredded into nothing—

every cut as smooth as a mirror’s surface.

Yuling’s eyes flickered in surprise,

but she quickly calmed.

Of course it wouldn’t be that easy to kill the Sword Pavilion Patriarch.

She formed a hand seal, chanting rapidly.

The surrounding air shimmered—

even the moonlight began to blur.

“An illusion?” Chen Huaian’s voice was calm as dead water.

His cold eyes scanned his surroundings.

The cityscape faded—replaced by an endless ocean of vines.

Massive plant-serpents hissed and twisted toward him.

Thousands of thorny vines dropped from the sky and rose from the ground.

Yuling floated above them, her form splitting into countless copies—

each holding a whip, her eyes cold and cruel.

“This Ten Thousand Vine Illusion Realm is part of my own pocket world,” she cackled.

“Even a five-thousand-year-old demon saint was trapped in here—

Let’s see how long you last, Chen Jianzun!”

But before she finished—

Chen Huaian’s eyes flashed with killing light.

“Showy garbage.”

He might not be able to break a Stage Six illusion normally.

But it didn’t matter.

So what if a Void Fusion stage was a world of its own?

His yin-yang sword intent, paired with the sacred sword arts of the Green Lotus Sword Manual,

was more than enough to crush this illusion.

Sword silhouettes fused with his figure,

freezing mid-motion as he prepared to draw.

“Drank with Prince Xinling, drew my sword across my knee!”

Sword drawn.

Yuling hadn’t even seen his movement—

only felt the sky suddenly darken.

In the next instant—

A dazzling burst of sword light erupted from the black-robed figure.

Pale sword energy split the heavens—

like a white gash slashed through black ink.

The illusion shattered in an instant.

All of Yuling’s clones were wiped out in a single strike.

Only her true self remained, standing there stunned.

“H-how... how could this be… One strike?”

In a blink—

the sword cultivator was already at her side.

Yuling instinctively tried to drag him into her small world—

even if it risked damaging her foundation.

But her body was moving like molasses.

Her once-proud spiritual energy couldn’t keep up with her thoughts.

Even her life-saving treasures wouldn’t activate.

All she could do was watch as the sword light drew closer.

No…

Maybe it wasn’t that she was too slow.

It was him—he was too fast.

At extreme speed,

Chen Huaian twisted his wrist,

the blade arcing toward Yuling’s forehead like moonlight.

“You... are already dead.”

The tip flashed cold.

A spark of light tapped against her brow.

Her protective necklace shattered.

A spiritual shield formed and was instantly crushed by sword intent.

Behind her, the Drunken Immortal Restaurant exploded into ruins under the sweeping sword energy.

A clean sword scar stretched from her heels to the city gate.

Chen Huaian sheathed his sword.

Yuling collapsed, eyes wide open in death.

Moonlight flowed like water, gently blanketing the silent city.

Everyone stared in stunned silence at the man in black beneath the moon.

“…Senior, I—Dan Bai—thank you for saving my life.”

Dan Bai dropped to her knees, bowing deeply.

If this man hadn’t appeared today,

she would have fallen into Yaochi’s hands.

Her mother would become a tool for refining pills.

She herself might’ve died, or worse—been used, broken, or controlled.

Any chance to save her mother would have been gone.

“You’re Dan Bai?”

“I am, Senior,” she said, head still lowered.

Chen Huaian turned to her.

Looking at the girl—barely in her teens—he smiled warmly.

“You and I… are fated.”

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