Wait, How Did My Virtual Girlfriend Cultivate into a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 13 - : The Beast’s Lure

"What is Senior doing right now?"

Li Qingran rested her chin on her hands, gazing at the ceiling.

She could vaguely sense that Chen Huaian was too busy to pay attention to her at the moment.

"A great figure like Senior must be fighting for all the cultivators of the Cangyun Realm, like slaying some great demon or something..."

She thought to herself, her mind already painting a picture of a white-haired, immortal-like old man riding a flying sword, elegantly cutting down a massive demon. As she imagined this, a silly smile crept onto her face.

If only...

If only Senior could be her master.

"No, Li Qingran, don't push your luck!"

Li Qingran patted her head, giving herself a warning.

Today, Senior had given her a full twelve spirit crystals, maintaining a high-level spirit-gathering formation for six hours.

He had also rather forcefully raised her cultivation to the fifth level of Qi Refinement.

Thanks to the recovery of her meridians and internal injuries, the leakage of spiritual energy from her dantian had slowed significantly.

However, her dantian was still shattered, like a basin with a hole in it. Spiritual energy would always slowly seep out.

"I need to find a way to fix my dantian and spiritual root."

Li Qingran pondered. Although Senior was immensely powerful, she couldn't trouble him with everything.

If Senior was willing to help her, that was his choice, but she couldn't actively seek his assistance.

She already had a rough plan. The Qingyun Sect was definitely not an option.

She would have to go to another sect, even a minor one would do.

Those smaller sects might have some ancient texts, and perhaps she could get lucky and find a method to repair her dantian and spiritual root. If she couldn't find anything, she would leave the cultivation world and find a secluded place to live in peace, slowly gathering clues about her enemies. Or maybe she could return to the Southern Dynasty and become a female general?

As for seeking revenge on her senior brothers...

Li Qingran hadn't even considered it.

Even before, she was no match for those senior brothers, and now her chances were even slimmer.

It might seem cowardly, but that was the law of survival in the cultivation world.

Before, she hadn't wanted to live, so it didn't matter.

But now, she wanted to live a little longer, long enough to see the day when Senior would finish his business and be willing to meet her, even if it was just to say a single word to her.

She really wanted to thank Senior in person.

...

...

"Something's not right! Wasn't Li Qingran supposed to be thrown into a thatched hut?"

Song Jiaojiao frowned as she looked at the stone house at the foot of the mountain.

With the keen eyesight of a cultivator, she could tell that the stone house was newly built, which meant someone was helping Li Qingran.

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But who could be helping her?

The direct disciples of Chixiao Peak?

It wasn't impossible...

Although Mu Baisuang had said that those disciples hated Li Qingran to the core, what if they still felt some lingering affection and gave her some protection?

If she killed Li Qingran, wouldn't she be making enemies of those direct disciples?

But she didn't want to give up on the Foundation Establishment Pill either.

After some deliberation, Song Jiaojiao decided to test the waters first.

She would also check if those disciples had left any protective measures near Li Qingran's residence.

With that in mind, she took out a half-zhang-long red incense stick from her storage ring.

This incense was called "Beast's Lure." Its fragrance could spread over a wide area, undetectable by cultivators, but it could attract beasts with keen senses of smell. Normally, this thing was used to lure demons during hunts, but in certain situations, it could also be used as a tool for murder.

Originally, her plan had been to rush into the thatched hut and assassinate Li Qingran, then throw the body into the mountains to be eaten by beasts, leaving no trace. But now that the plan had changed, she didn't dare to approach recklessly. She could only use the "Beast's Lure" to let the beasts do the job, even though the beast frenzy caused by the incense might attract the sect's attention.

"Li Qingran, when the wall collapses, everyone pushes. Don't blame me."

Song Jiaojiao lit the red incense and flicked it with her finger.

The incense flew out and landed on a tree near the house.

After doing this, she quickly set up a formation to conceal her aura.

Once the small-scale beast frenzy started, there would inevitably be a few powerful creatures, and this formation would ensure her safety.

Now, all she had to do was hide and watch the show.

It would take some time for the beasts to gather after smelling the scent.

Meanwhile, the young girl in the stone house, deep in sleep, remained unaware of the danger approaching.

...

5:00 AM.

A faint light had begun to appear on the horizon.

Chen Huaian was almost at the mountain peak.

But his condition was far from good. The wind on Mount Tai was strong, and the temperature was low. Many tourists were sweating profusely halfway up the mountain, but as they neared the peak, the cold wind dried their sweat, and they began to feel chilly. To warm up, they had to either quicken their pace or stop at a roadside restaurant for some hot porridge.

But Chen Huaian was different.

His face was pale, his entire body drenched in sweat. Each step was shaky, and droplets of sweat fell from the soaked hem of his clothes.

This was from the pain.

Along the way, he had only eaten two pieces of bread, and the rest of the time he had been drinking water, constantly drinking water.

Yet, although his steps were unsteady, each one was firm, no longer swaying.

His back was straight, and his calm gaze looked ahead, the light in his eyes making him seem like a pilgrim.

"Bro, let me carry you up! Don't climb anymore!" Zhang Rui was almost in tears. Tonight's experience was something he would remember for the rest of his life. He had watched as a man with tumors covering his legs endured excruciating pain, step by step, without stopping, climbing up the stone steps.

Even the two middle-aged men were struggling to keep up, and the punk girl was gasping for breath.

Zhang Rui often exercised and was in good shape, but his pressure came mainly from the psychological aspect.

Every time Chen Huaian took a step forward, and every time he saw the sweat dripping from his clothes, his heart was tormented.

From beginning to end, Chen Huaian had not complained once.

He had embraced their malice with a tolerant and peaceful heart.

Behind Chen Huaian were not just the four netizens, but also many other tourists. Many of these tourists had given up halfway, but after hearing Chen Huaian's story, they had spontaneously followed him, and so the group had grown larger and larger.

Now, as they neared the peak, the group had become a long dragon stretching across the stone steps.

"We're almost there," Chen Huaian looked up at the peak and smiled.

He had to make it to the top.

Because an hour ago, a level 57 big shot had said that if he could reach the summit before sunrise, he would gift him 66 "Drumming Dragon Cities," each worth 2888 yuan. After deducting the platform's cut, he would net around 95,000 yuan. Combined with the smaller donations from other tourists, he could earn around 120,000 yuan tonight.

Of course, there was also the possibility that the big shot was just bluffing.

Chen Huaian was open-minded about this. He had planned to reach the summit anyway.

Whether or not the big shot gifted him anything, he would do it.

Climbing Mount Tai wasn't just about making money.

He just wanted to see his limits in the little life he had left.

To see how much warmth he could still generate.

But just as he was 98 steps away from the summit of Mount Tai.

A sharp pain shot through Chen Huaian's right leg.

He lost his balance and fell to his knees on the stone steps.

Su Xiaoqian, who was behind him, instinctively looked at Chen Huaian's leg. Her face turned pale, and she covered her mouth, letting out a scream.

"Ah! His leg... his leg..."

Chen Huaian gritted his teeth and looked down at his leg.

From his ankle to his knee, his right leg was twisted beyond recognition.

He...

Had fractured his leg.