Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 1003: Send You Off Further

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Li Qingran was stunned by the words, blurting out: “Why? Have the sect masters of those two sects gone mad?”

In her view, wanting to break away from Moon Shadow Sect at a critical juncture like this was nothing short of insanity.

Not to mention that her current strength was at least on par with an Immortal from Cangyun Realm.

And she hadn’t even ascended yet—she was an Immortal-level combat force existing within Cangyun Realm.

Let alone her master.

He was a Sage who had refined the Heavenly Dao of a Small Thousand World!

With such a rock-solid backing, who would need to go independent?

Wasn’t this madness?

After all, Moon Shadow Sect is vast and wealthy, yet it still doesn’t have an obvious Immortal on the surface.”

“Does my master know about this?” Li Qingran was a bit speechless.

Back when the world’s sects were threatened by the Demon Race, it was Moon Shadow Sect that stepped up, uniting all the sects together, and with absolute strength, forced the Demon Race to think twice before daring to invade.

Meanwhile, these sects enjoyed all kinds of resources from Moon Shadow Sect.

Now, just because they had Immortals, they immediately wanted to break away.

In a little while, would they try to snatch Moon Shadow Sect’s spirit mines too?

This was simply outrageous.

“The ancestor probably doesn’t know yet,” Yue Qianchi said in a low voice. “Elder Zhang has taken the ancestor to see the Nation Diagram and the Ascension Platform.”

Li Qingran frowned.

Her master was busy with matters, so it fell to her, the Sect Master, to make a decision.

With her temperament, she would normally tell such ungrateful people to scram as fast as possible.

But she wasn’t sure what Chen Huaian was thinking. However, she knew that Chen Huaian would definitely need many people to counter the threat from Earth Star in the future.

Blade Sect and Zen Sect were both major sects with numerous disciples.

From the perspective of needing combat strength, letting them leave like this would be a significant loss.

“I can’t make a final decision on this matter for now. Let’s wait for my master to return and decide,” Li Qingran sighed. “Since they’ve already come looking, I’ll go stabilize them first.”

“Sect Master Li need not hesitate.”

Before the words faded, a voice came from beyond the crowd.

Everyone looked toward the sound, and saw two people walking side by side.

The one in front wore a long saber at his waist. His build was robust, with a square face and a wide mouth. A pair of eagle-like eyes held a restrained gleam. He was the new Blade Sect Master, Fu Changsong, the eldest son of former Sect Master Fu Hongyu.

Beside him was a figure draped in a gray monk’s robe, holding a string of ebony prayer beads. His face was gaunt, his brows lowered, his countenance solemn. He was the most powerful monk in Zen Sect at the moment—Monk Fahui.

The words just spoken came from Fu Changsong.

Li Qingran’s gaze swept over them, and Fu Changsong couldn’t help but feel his heart skip a beat.

Half a year gone by, and this pearl of Moon Shadow Sect had grown even more dazzling.

Beyond her already peerless beauty, there was now an added layer of mysterious dignity and bearing.

He took a second glance before quickly pulling himself together, saying solemnly: “Sect Master Li, Blade Sect has made up its mind to leave. I hope the Sect Master will grant our request.

An eagle’s chick must eventually leave the nest. If our disciples always live under Moon Shadow Sect’s wings, they’ll only grow more spineless with each passing day.

Blade Sect disciples must possess the sharp edge that drinks blood in the vast sky, and the unyielding backbone that never turns back.

Now is the best time to leave.”

Monk Fahui chanted a Buddhist prayer, his brows lowered: “Amitabha. This humble monk and benefactor Fu share the same aspiration and feel the same way. We earnestly request Sect Master Li’s approval.

Moon Shadow Sect is already the number one sect under heaven. Losing a small Zen Sect like ours probably won’t cause much trouble.”

Seeing their resolute stance, Li Qingran’s frown deepened.

She pondered for a moment before slowly speaking: “Both Blade Sect and Zen Sect are important affiliated sects of Moon Shadow Sect.

If they just break away like this, it will inevitably cause chaos once word gets out.

There’s no rush—let’s wait until the ancestor and the elders return to discuss this together.

Although I am a Sect Master, I dare not make hasty decisions on such a major matter.”

Fu Changsong and Monk Fahui exchanged a glance. Though Li Qingran hadn’t explicitly agreed, there was a hint of leniency in her words—she was clearly easier to deal with than those Moon Shadow Sect elders who had taken a tough stance.

They were about to press further.

Swish—!

A beam of sword light shot in from the west, tearing through the sky.

Before the Sword Intent had even landed, it weighed down like a mountain bearing down, crushing every heart in the square.

In an instant, the square fell dead silent. Even the wind seemed to freeze.

Fu Changsong felt a chill run down his spine, as if an invisible sword was pressing against his throat three inches away—one wrong move and he’d be dead. A faint crack came from the ebony prayer beads in Monk Fahui’s hand—several beads had split with tiny fissures.

Both their hearts jolted in unison as they looked up.

The sword light converged. A figure in white robes fluttered in the wind. His hair was like frost and snow, his eyes like cold stars.

He stood with his hands behind his back. The Sword Qi around him had not yet dissipated, leaving a faint, lingering sharpness that made it impossible to look directly at him.

The surrounding disciples were stunned for a moment, then quickly bowed in unison, their voices neat and respectful, rippling outward in waves—

“Greetings, Ancestor!”

“Master!”

Li Qingran caught sight of that white-robed, silver-haired figure. Her brows lifted, and she practically bounced over to greet him.

Chen Huaian smiled in acknowledgment, reached out, and affectionately ruffled her hair, speaking warmly: “I heard you’ve been teaching the disciples the ways of Canglan Realm’s World Ring? How’s the teaching going?”

Li Qingran, completely unselfconscious, hugged Chen Huaian’s arm, her eyes and brows full of smiles: “It’s hardly worth calling teaching. Your disciple’s little tricks are nothing more than adding a bit of convenience for my junior brothers and sisters—nothing worth mentioning.”

Fu Changsong and Monk Fahui stood where they were, their hearts sinking as one.

Li Qingran teaching the Dao techniques of Canglan Realm? They hadn’t heard a single whisper about it!

Those Dao techniques… they couldn’t be that powerful, could they?

The two unconsciously looked around.

They saw that the direct disciples of Moon Shadow Sect on the square were all looking at Li Qingran with unconcealed reverence and longing in their eyes.

That lively scene they’d witnessed just now—could it be that everyone had been gathered around the Sect Master to seek Dao teachings?

What a shame.

They had come too late.

They hadn’t gotten a chance to see what the Dao techniques of Canglan Realm actually looked like.

The two secretly lamented.

If they took Blade Sect and Zen Sect out of Moon Shadow Sect like this, wouldn’t they lose any chance of ever learning those Canglan Dao techniques?

At that thought, their moods soured instantly.

Hasty. They should have waited another month or two before leading their sects away.

Chen Huaian raised his eyes to look at Fu Changsong and Monk Fahui. The warmth on his face vanished, replaced by an icy chill that wouldn’t melt:

“Blade Sect Master Fu Changsong, Zen Sect Master Fahui. This Venerable One has only one question.

On the matter of taking Blade Sect and Zen Sect away from Moon Shadow Sect, what do the disciples within your own sects think?

Do they share the same sentiment as you?”

“As they say, a forced melon isn’t sweet. This Venerable One has never liked forcing others.”

Chen Huaian paused, his tone bone-chilling:

“If the entire sect, from top to bottom, wishes to leave, This Venerable One naturally won’t stop you…

I might even send you off a bit further!”

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