Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 277: Is This… Master’s Wife?

Chapter 277: Is This… Master’s Wife?

“Mas… Master?”

Mo Shumei was stunned, staring blankly.

“Wait... you mean the Sword Pavilion Patriarch?”

She was still clinging to the hope that Li Qingran meant someone else.

But when she saw Li Qingran shyly lower her head and nod twice ever so slightly...

The answer was obvious.

“Dear heavens.” Mo Shumei stared at Li Qingran with her mouth agape. “You—you rebellious disciple who dares go after your master—!”

Li Qingran hurriedly slapped a hand over her mouth, her pretty face flushing red. “W-What are you saying! I haven’t done anything… yet…”

It took Mo Shumei a good while to pry Li Qingran’s hand off.

Now that Li Qingran had reached Golden Core, she was actually kind of tricky to deal with.

But at the same time, she started to calm down.

Well, she couldn’t exactly blame her.

If the person Li Qingran liked really was the Sword Pavilion Patriarch, then yeah… you couldn’t judge this the normal way. And sure, he wasn’t like all the other men in the world. Because technically… he wasn’t a man anymore.

He was basically a male antique.

And a male antique is not the same as a man.

Old men, you could say they had… flavor.

But a male antique?

Even with all the poetry and books Mo Shumei had read, she couldn’t find the right words to describe it. She could only look at Li Qingran with a tangled expression.

“Um… Qingran, do you even know how old your master is?”

“N-No idea,” Li Qingran pouted.

“Okay, then do you know if your master already has a Dao companion?”

“Also… no idea.”

Sigh. Mo Shumei let out a long sigh. “Let’s put the age thing aside for now—he’s at least a thousand years old, minimum. But come on, someone who’s lived for that long, how could he not have a Dao companion already? So before you do anything else, the first thing you need to figure out is whether or not he’s taken.”

Li Qingran fell silent.

She really hadn’t thought too deeply about it before.

Her master was always alone, so she just assumed he didn’t have a Dao companion. That’s what she told her senior sisters too.

But now that she thought about it… she’d never actually heard him say it himself.

“All right, I understand now!”

After a while, Li Qingran lifted her head, face serious.

“I’ll find out the truth soon enough!”

As soon as the words left her mouth—

A mysterious pull surged in her chest. Her body warmed—it was the life-bound artifact reacting.

Li Qingran immediately summoned her artifact.

The call was growing stronger and clearer by the second.

Her master was calling her—summoning her through Divine Wandering in the Void.

Her master needed her help!

She didn’t hesitate for even a second and pressed her hand against the artifact.

At the same time, she turned to the demon-cultivator girl beside her.

“Shumei, I’m going to be gone for a while. Please watch over me!”

There was no danger in her master’s small world.

She was just worried others might freak out if they saw her body lying still.

So she needed Mo Shumei to guard her and explain things, just in case someone interrupted their connection.

“Huh? Oh… okay.”

Mo Shumei didn’t fully understand what was going on, but she nodded.

The next second, Li Qingran collapsed straight back.

Mo Shumei quickly caught her and laid her gently on the bed.

After a quick check—

Li Qingran’s Yang Soul had already left her body.

“She didn’t even say where she was going…”

Mo Shumei backed out to sit by the door, sighing helplessly. “This girl’s perfect in every way—but she’s a rebel who’s chasing after her master! Totally outrageous… Hope she doesn’t get her heart broken by the Sword Pavilion Patriarch.”

【That girl’s Yang Soul has already left this realm. She probably used some secret technique to go see her master.】

Soul Abyss rumbled at Mo Shumei’s waist.

It had been pretty well-behaved lately.

Only when Li Qingran wasn’t around would it dare to whisper a few words.

It knew too well—so long as Li Qingran was present, that Nascent Soul-level old monster could place his divine sense on it at any time. And who knew when he might get annoyed and refine it into nothing?

Still, it hadn’t given up.

There was no way someone like Mo Shumei would stay in this small world forever.

All it had to do was play it low for now. Once she left—

It could go back to being her daddy.

“Seriously, she went to find the Sword Pavilion Patriarch…” Mo Shumei frowned. “But with his strength, shouldn’t he be the one going to her? That’d be safer. A Yang Soul is really fragile, you know.”

【Why do you care so much? You bored or something? Why not let me out to stretch my legs? Kekeke!】

“Oh, sure.” Mo Shumei smirked. “Let’s go to the Sword Tomb right now. I’ll let you out and give you all the fresh air you want.”

【NO—!】

Soul Abyss fell silent immediately.

Bringing a demonic blade into the Sword Tomb?

That’d be like throwing a lamb into a den of wolves.

Mo Shumei snorted, amused.

She crossed her legs and sipped her tea.

Such a nice, peaceful life—might as well enjoy it for three to five years.

…

Summoning the Digital Girlfriend required a special ritual.

Well… not that special.

Just needed to set up a formation in an open space.

“Governor, where’s that pretty big sister you mentioned?”

“She’s coming,” Chen Huaian said, exasperated.

He placed down the last spirit stone—this was already the eighth time Triple Zero had asked.

Couldn’t this girl be a little more patient?

“But Governor, it’s already 12:30.” Lin Lingling glanced at her watch. Fifteen minutes ago, an elder from Qingfeng Sect had shown up and used a sound transmission spell to announce the start of the Monster Hunting Tournament.

Other mountaintops had long since sprung into action.

Meanwhile, their mountaintop was still in chill mode.

Still messing around with some “summon the pretty big sister” formation.

Lin Lingling was not buying it.

“Governor, don’t tell me you’re scared to fight?” she narrowed her eyes and pouted. “Tch, what a scrub~ If you really summon some pretty big sister, I’ll eat my phone.”

The next second, the formation lit up.

Li Qingran appeared at its center—white robes, sword at her waist, elegance radiating from her like a fairy.

Lin Lingling: “!!!”

Holy sh*t—he really summoned a pretty big sister!

Even though the spiritual energy revival had long since shattered her worldview, at this moment, watching her governor literally conjure a living person, her worldview shattered again.

Chen Huaian side-eyed Triple Zero smugly. “Eat your phone! Eaaaat iiiit—!”

“Master~” came a soft, tender voice.

Chen Huaian felt a tickle at the back of his neck, his whole body going a bit numb.

Wait a second.

This wasn’t right.

It wasn’t the first time he’d heard Li Qingran’s voice.

He heard it every day in the game—it shouldn’t be that big of a deal.

But when he turned around and met those watery eyes—

They were gentle and bright, like they’d traveled across countless worlds just to find his gaze. Brimming with warmth, and holding a delicate, blooming affection.

For a moment, Chen Huaian froze, speechless.

He thought he’d gotten used to Li Qingran’s beauty.

But the truth was, it was only because her projection’s powerful realm suppressed his desires, forcing him to stay rational.

Now that he was back in his original body—only then did he truly understand what “soul-stealing” meant.

Especially when she was aiming to steal his soul, and his alone.

But that warmth in her eyes soon faded, like the tide receding from the shore.

What replaced it was a subtle sadness, a touch of hurt, and a hint of jealousy buried deep.

Li Qingran’s gaze drifted between Chen Huaian and Lin Lingling.

She lowered her eyes, lips pressed together. Her grip on the Su Xian Sword turned her knuckles white—but her expression didn’t reveal a thing.

After a moment of silence—

She lifted her chin slightly and spoke in a voice that was a little too cheerful.

“Master, is this… your wife?”

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