Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 1002: The Way of Canglan

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Moon Shadow Sect, sect square.

The sun was just right, and a gentle breeze carried the fresh scent of grass and trees from the mountains.

The square was already packed with Moon Shadow Sect disciples, layers deep, all eyes fixed squarely on Li Qingran. Their gazes held curiosity, anticipation, and most of all, an excitement they couldn't hide—Sect Master Li said she was going to show them what she had learned and experienced during her trial in the Canglan Realm.

They had heard that the cultivation methods of the Canglan Realm were vastly different from those of the Cangyun Realm.

Things like Battle Souls and World Rings, with unfathomable power—none of the disciples present weren't curious.

This wasn't a whim from Li Qingran, nor was she showing off deliberately. She had her reasons.

Because after returning to the Cangyun Realm, she had discovered that the power of the Canglan Realm could be freely used here.

Thinking back, when she first entered the Canglan Realm from the Cangyun Realm, her Spiritual Energy had been completely sealed.

The Heavenly Dao of the Cangyun Realm was more advanced than that of the Canglan Realm, possessing greater tolerance, which allowed the power of the Canglan Realm to operate here.

And although the Battle Power and World Rings of the Canglan Realm were not as advanced as Spiritual Energy, there were still aspects worth learning from.

So it was well worth teaching the Moon Shadow Sect disciples a thing or two.

As for the disciples not having World Rings?

That was simple.

She was the Sword God of Canglan, with a proper Divine Spark.

Her Master had already refined the Canglan Realm.

So, as long as she was by her Master's side, she could borrow her Master's power of the Heavenly Dao to create World Rings.

As for the consumption, it was shared by all the living beings in the Canglan Realm, making the cost nearly negligible.

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Li Qingran stood in the center of the open space, a corner of her Plain White Long Dress fluttering in the wind.

Her expression was calm, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Since she wanted to spark the disciples' interest in learning, she naturally had to put on a grand show.

She cleared her throat, deliberately raising her voice, and called out, "World Ring, expand!"

Hum—!

Layer upon layer of ring-shaped halos rose from beneath her feet.

As the Sword God of the Canglan Realm, all her World Rings were a light golden color symbolizing divine power, spreading out like a magic formation beneath her feet.

Between the World Rings, the layers were distinct. As they rose and fell, a dignified wave of divine power rippled out like water.

She raised her hand and grasped the hilt of the Su Xian Sword at her waist.

The sword let out a light hum as it was drawn, like the first cry of a dragon.

The sword move unfolded, smooth and flowing, completed in one go.

Under the amplification of the layered World Rings, sword shadows crisscrossed, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, combining hardness and softness.

The Battle Soul of the Su Xian Sword condensed into a fierce Sword Aura, whistling through the air, only to disappear into formlessness in the next instant, hidden within the space around her. It was released and retracted at will, with no hesitation whatsoever.

The watching disciples were stunned, their eyes wide.

"Wow—!!!"

"Is this the power of another world? It's so beautiful to watch!"

"Look at the Sect Master's flying sword—gathering and dispersing as she wills, incredibly steady... If this were a fight, wouldn't she be able to strike from wherever she wanted?"

"No wonder the Sect Master's cultivation has skyrocketed after this trip. This technique is indeed very different from ours."

Exclamations of awe and envy rose and fell as the disciples watched, utterly captivated.

After finishing the set of sword techniques, Li Qingran put her sword away and stood still, the World Rings slowly fading into nothing.

But this wasn't the end.

She turned her head, looking at Mo Shumei, who was standing timidly among the crowd, and smiled, waving her hand.

"Shumei, come here."

Mo Shumei walked forward, gripping the Demonic Blade.

The blade was pitch black, exuding a heavy, vicious aura.

Feeling the stares of the surrounding disciples, she looked a bit embarrassed.

The two had already caught up in private, and she knew that Li Qingran wanted her to help with a small favor.

But Li Qingran hadn't told her what exactly she was supposed to do now.

Li Qingran sized up the Demonic Blade and let out a strange chuckle. "This Demonic Blade of yours has too much vicious energy, and its blade spirit is wild and hard to tame. How about I use the Battle Soul method of the Canglan Realm to help you refine and transform it, condensing it into a personal Battle Soul? From then on, the blade will obey your will, with no more backlash!"

As her words fell, a gentle ray of light gathered at her fingertip, lightly covering the blade.

The pale white light slowly seeped into the blade's body, following the edge and delving into the dwelling place of the blade spirit.

The very next instant, the once silent and cold Demonic Blade began to tremble violently, buzzing loudly, its body shaking intensely.

"Little girl! What are you doing! What in the blazes is this?!"

"Stop! Don't come near!!!"

Mo Shumei's eyes widened in shock. Although she had already initially suppressed the Demonic Blade, it was just suppression—she hadn't completely subdued it. The blade spirit of this Demonic Blade would still come out and cause trouble from time to time.

She had never seen the blade spirit so terrified before.

Sizzle—! The blade spirit was forcibly pulled by a mysterious power, strand by strand of fierce, evil energy peeling away from its body, forced to twist towards a Battle Soul form.

A series of hoarse roars came from within the blade, screaming and crying out, filled with resentment.

"No—don't refine me! Save me! They're killing the blade..."

The voice was shrill, yet somehow carried a tinge of ridiculousness, leaving the surrounding disciples dumbfounded before they couldn't help but snicker.

The blade in Mo Shumei's hand shook more and more violently, until she couldn't hold it anymore. She simply threw it on the ground.

Clang, clang, clang—!

The Demonic Blade shook wildly on the ground.

Vaguely, a black shadow could be seen reflected on the blade, writhing and struggling.

Li Qingran's expression was calm, but she wasn't slacking off at all.

The Demonic Blade struggled fiercely, but the divine power of the Canglan Realm was something the Demonic Blade couldn't comprehend, and it simply couldn't break free.

Soon, the Demonic Blade's struggles grew weaker, and its body gradually turned ethereal.

"Behave yourself!" Li Qingran said flatly, her tone cold. "Today you transform into a Battle Soul. You can be nourished by your master's blade. The two of you will coexist. That's much better than you wrapping yourself in evil energy all day long, only to be destroyed, both blade and soul, by someone sooner or later!"

After a while, the Demonic Blade stopped moving.

Li Qingran gave Mo Shumei a look.

Mo Shumei instinctively used her mind to control the Demonic Blade, and the Demonic Blade obediently flew into her glabella.

She could hear the blade spirit grumbling in her mind, complaining endlessly, but its tone was noticeably weaker, without its previous arrogance.

"Qingran... you... you're incredible!"

Not to mention anything else.

Just this one technique for suppressing Artifact Spirits was enough for all the disciples to learn from.

Everyone knew this blade spirit feared nothing, preferring to be shattered rather than submit.

Under normal circumstances, making the blade spirit obey was impossible, unless the Demonic Blade itself was destroyed—then the blade spirit would be subdued, but it would also be dead.

She had always had a headache trying to figure out how to deal with this blade spirit that could go crazy at any moment, and today, Li Qingran had solved her problem effortlessly.

"Hmph~" Li Qingran put her hands on her hips and tilted her chin up, looking adorably smug.

She was the Sword God of the Canglan Realm after all; suppressing a mere Artifact Spirit was as easy as turning her hand.

"You all saw that, whether it's ordinary iron or a divine weapon, as long as it's transformed into a Battle Soul, it's like having a Life-bound Flying Sword," Li Qingran said with a smile. "If any of your Artifact Spirits are disobedient, just use this technique, and I guarantee they'll be completely obedient to you from then on!"

These words immediately caused an uproar among the disciples.

"Sect Master! I want to learn!"

"I want to too! Please, Sect Master, pass down the technique!"

Laughter and noise mixed together, making the square as lively as a market.

Li Qingran raised her hand and pressed it down gently, then turned it over. In her palm, a stack of World Rings appeared: "What's the hurry? There's enough for everyone. Later, I'll hold a special session to teach you all, one by one. For now, come and collect your World Rings. One per person, no fighting."

Before she even finished speaking, a figure suddenly squeezed out from the cheering crowd.

Yue Qianchi quickly walked to Li Qingran's side, leaned in close, and lowered her voice: "Qingran, the Sect Masters of the Blade Sect and the Zen Sect are here. They're waiting outside, asking to see you."

Li Qingran was taken aback. "What are they here for?"

Yue Qianchi's expression darkened, and she ground her teeth. "They say they want you to allow them to leave the Moon Shadow Sect and re-establish their own mountain gates in the Cangyun Realm."

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