Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 759: The Eve of Departure

Chapter 759: The Eve of Departure

"Of course I'm sure. Why wouldn't I be?" Li Qingran blinked. "Elder Zhang and Elder Su both said so."

Chen Huaian decided he should give Li Qingran a crash course on the situation in that world.

He gave her a simple rundown of the key points.

For example, that world's cultivation system was different from the Cangyun Realm's, and the cultivation levels of the Cangyun Realm definitely couldn't be fully applied over there.

And what Battle Souls and World Rings were…

However, he didn't tell Li Qingran that her Battle Soul had already been arranged for.

He thought Li Qingran would become more cautious after hearing the truth about the Canglan Realm. He never expected her to become even more eager.

"Master! This is exactly the kind of world your disciple wants to go to!"

Chen Huaian affectionately patted Li Qingran's head.

How could he not know why Li Qingran was so single-mindedly focused on increasing her strength?

"However, going to a Small Thousand World, a world with a completely different cultivation system… you'll encounter many dangers."

Li Qingran grasped Chen Huaian's hand, her pretty face etched with determination. "Your disciple is not afraid."

"Good." Chen Huaian took a deep breath, his expression turning solemn.

He had never been the type to shield Li Qingran behind him, forbidding her from going anywhere.

He respected Li Qingran's choices and had the ability to safeguard the path she chose.

Since Li Qingran wanted to go out and forge her own path, then she should go.

No one knew what the future held, but he hoped that when facing an irreversible catastrophe, Li Qingran would at least have the ability to protect herself.

"Master… you agree to let your disciple go?" Li Qingran asked cautiously, peering into Chen Huaian's eyes. She had already prepared herself for criticism and various attempts at persuasion from her master, and had even prepared counter-arguments, but it seemed… they wouldn't be needed?

"I agree." Chen Huaian nodded. "But before you go, your master needs to prepare some things for your protection."

…

There was a difference in the flow of time between Earth Star and the Cangyun Realm, so even though his injuries had healed, Chen Huaian wasn't in a hurry to return to Earth Star.

After all, going back held little meaning. The Sect Summoning Token could only be used on Earth Star, and its cooldown was calculated based on Earth Star's time.

During this period, Chen Huaian secretly summoned Dan Yun and Xiang Tiange for a meeting.

The main purpose was to prepare some resources for Li Qingran, who was about to depart for the Canglan Realm.

Meanwhile, the news that Li Qingran was about to go to a Small Thousand World gradually spread throughout the Moon Shadow Sect and even the entire Cangyun Realm.

"Have you heard? The Moon Shadow Sect's Qingran Fairy is going to travel to a Small Thousand World!"

"What?! Where did you hear that? Is it reliable? Why would Qingran Fairy go to a Small Thousand World? It's so dangerous!"

"Apparently, it's to increase her strength…"

"Qingran Fairy is already so powerful, yet she still wants to undergo dangerous training in a Small Thousand World… Compared to her, we are truly somewhat laughable."

Usually, the disciples competed over who cultivated more diligently. But now, compared to Li Qingran, they all felt deeply ashamed.

"Does anyone know which Small Thousand World Qingran Fairy is going to for training? If Qingran Fairy can go, we can too!"

"Hah, I think you have ulterior motives, don't you? Thinking of going to the same Small Thousand World for a chance encounter with Qingran Fairy? You wish!"

"Look at what you're saying! Am I that kind of person?"

The disciples debated fervently. Even some elders from various sects began to consider the idea of training in a Small Thousand World.

Admittedly, some people had motives beyond the stated ones, but there were also cultivators who genuinely wanted to go to become stronger.

These cultivators were mostly those who had been stuck at their current realm for many years. Even after relocating to the mountains near the Moon Shadow Sect to enjoy the richer Spiritual Energy, their long-sealed bottlenecks hadn't loosened in the slightest. In such cases, high-concentration Spiritual Energy was no longer the solution; they had to find another, more unconventional path.

For a time, a continuous stream of sect disciples applied to their seniors and elders for permission to enter a Small Thousand World.

However, the elders and sect masters of the various sects didn't know how to enter a Small Thousand World either, so they could only visit the Moon Shadow Sect one after another, bearing gifts.

Meanwhile, outside Li Qingran's cave dwelling.

Gifts and farewell letters from young talents of various sects were piled up like a mountain.

"Upon first seeing you, my Sword Heart rippled. Three hundred years of Dao attainment, yet I find myself unable to maintain composure."

"Hearing the sound of your jade flute stirs, I wish to transform into a green luan to always accompany you. I do not seek to be the sole sovereign of the immortal path, but only to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with you, gazing upon the sea of clouds and stars."

"Last night, the starlight was like your sword, the True Fire in my dantian blazed because of you. If you permit our hearts to unite, I swear upon my Golden Core to cultivate the path of longevity together."

Li Qingran sat at the table, chin resting on her hand.

Beside her, Yue Qianchi looked excited, opening letter after letter, shaking her head and swaying as she deliberately read them aloud to Li Qingran in an exaggerated tone.

"Qingran, ah, I think these sect disciples are quite talented too~ Even if their cultivation isn't much, they're really good at composing these little poems."

The letters and gifts were varied, mostly from sects other than the Moon Shadow Sect.

Originally, the Sword Pavilion disciples had no thoughts about Li Qingran.

It wasn't because Li Qingran wasn't beautiful or outstanding enough, but because even before the Moon Shadow Sect was established, Sword Pavilion disciples had already tried.

These disciples were, without exception, all soundly beaten by Li Qingran, left picking their teeth up off the Martial Platform, utterly humiliated.

Naturally, over time, these Sword Pavilion disciples gave up on such ideas.

Later, after Li Qingran became the Sect Master, all that remained for them was reverence.

But the disciples from sects outside the Moon Shadow Sect hadn't been "poisoned" by such a beating.

In their eyes, Li Qingran was exceptionally talented, peerlessly beautiful, and held a lofty status—she was practically the Cangyun Realm version of the perfect woman.

Never mind whether this perfect woman would even look at them, shouldn't they at least try?

What if?

…

"Senior Sister Yue, enough already~" Li Qingran rolled her eyes, saying helplessly, "The Cangyun Realm respects strength above all. What's the use of just being slick with words? Besides, my heart belongs entirely to Master. I just find these cultivators as annoying as sticky plasters.

Taking a step back, even if we're really talking about poetry and song, these disciples aren't even qualified to hold Master's shoes."

"Oh?" Yue Qianchi narrowed her eyes.

All cultivators in the Cangyun Realm knew that Chen Sword Master was not only a peerless Sword Master but also a great poet.

His skill in poetry was undoubtedly top-notch, but she deliberately pretended not to know, teasingly saying, "The ancestor is usually engrossed in cultivation. Does he still have the time and energy to leave behind a few lines of poetry or song to make you happy? I don't believe it~"

"You don't believe it?!" Li Qingran snorted lightly.

Gazing at the night outside the window, Chen Huaian's image naturally surfaced in her mind.

"Master said, 'The reeds are luxuriant and green, the white dew has turned to frost. The one I long for is on the other side of the water.'"

The moonlight, like water, quietly spilled over the windowsill, casting a soft glow on Li Qingran's delicate profile.

Her eyes shimmered slightly, as if sinking into some warm memory, the corners of her lips unconsciously lifting in a faint, gentle curve.

"Master once said that poetry is not merely a pastime during breaks from cultivation, but a form of cultivation itself—a way to question one's true heart and reflect the heavens and earth." Her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable certainty. "Take that line, 'The reeds are luxuriant and green.' At first hearing, it seems to merely describe a scene. But Master said it speaks of the hardship of the quest and the melancholy of the beloved being hard to find. It's like us cultivators pursuing the elusive Heavenly Dao, going against the current, with the path long and obstructed."

Yue Qianchi's originally teasing expression softened slightly. Propping her chin on her hand, she listened attentively.

Outside the cave dwelling, the night breeze rustled through the forest, the sound like an accompaniment.

Li Qingran's fingertip unconsciously traced patterns on the table as she continued, "And there's more… 'Rising at dawn to clear the weeds, returning home under the moon, hoe on shoulder.' Master said this line achieves greatness through simplicity. It writes of the joy of farming, but metaphorically speaks of the foundation of cultivation—day after day of diligent, unceasing effort is the true base of the Great Dao, something that cannot be replaced by a single moment of Enlightenment."

She paused, the light in her eyes growing even brighter, as if gathering all the stars outside the window. "The one that moves my heart the most is the line, 'Generations of men come and pass away, yet the river moon looks the same year after year.' Master once softly recited this line while standing atop a sea of clouds, gazing at the bright moon in the sky.

He said that even if a cultivator's lifespan is long, compared to the eternity of heaven and earth, it is but a fleeting instant.

Only with a firm and concentrated Dao Heart can one, amidst this endless change, hold onto a bit of one's true self—to see heaven and earth, to see all living beings, and also to see oneself."

Yue Qianchi had already put away all her teasing. She sighed softly, her tone carrying genuine admiration. "The ancestor's realm is indeed something we cannot hope to reach. Ordinary poetry, in his words, can actually elucidate such profound Dao Rhythms." She paused, then couldn't help but glance at the mountain of letters, shaking her head with a smile. "Compared like this, these 'swear upon my Golden Core' and 'green luan to always accompany you' do indeed seem… rather pale and feeble."

Li Qingran smiled faintly and said no more, simply turning her gaze to the bright, clear moon outside the window, her eyes gentle yet resolute.

For a moment, the cave dwelling was quiet, filled only with the flow of clear light and the faint drift of fragrance.

Yue Qianchi, understanding, did not disturb further and quietly stood up to leave.

A long while later, Li Qingran finally whispered to herself, her voice as light as a dream. "Master, look at this moonlight. Has it also shone through eternity, illuminated all the heavens? I wonder what kind of scene the moon of the Canglan Realm is… Your disciple will surely remember your teachings. Even in that world, I will not let your reputation be tarnished."

She gathered Spiritual Energy at her fingertip and lightly traced in the air.

A line of crooked, dog-scratch-like writing quietly appeared, then slowly dissipated—

"The moon is still the ancient moon, but new people walk the mortal world."

The night wind carried the sound of pine waves from distant mountains, like a gentle sigh.

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