Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 797: Returning a Kindness

Chapter 797: Returning a Kindness

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"The first treasure is mine!"

Cain stared at the Celestial Jade Marrow in his hand, his face filled with excitement.

He never expected obtaining this treasure would be so easy.

Even though he knew this piece probably wasn't the best one inside.

After a slight hesitation, he gritted his teeth, turned around, and went to look for that mysterious Eastern Cultivator who had given him the precious sword.

Despite his greed for the Celestial Jade Marrow in his hand.

He understood that without that Cultivator's sword, it would have been extremely difficult for him to snatch food from the tiger's mouth in the Knight Commander's grasp, let alone a Knight Commander enhanced by the Pope.

It was just a pity, when he turned his head, he discovered Chen Huaian was already gone.

"In just that brief moment, where did he go?" Cain scratched his head and looked around.

As the progenitor of vampires, his perception was exceptionally sharp, yet even so, he hadn't sensed Chen Huaian's departure.

He thought about asking Hua Jin the True One...

But Hua Jin the True One had a stinky face, looking completely unapproachable.

Cain felt Hua Jin the True One wasn't someone to be trifled with, and he didn't want to provoke her bad mood.

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Knight Commander Albert's face was ashen as he clutched the broken half of his greatsword, walking with heavy steps back to his Sanctuary camp.

The fracture on the sword's body was jagged, the remaining holy light flickering weakly like a mournful cry.

This companion that had accompanied him through over a decade of battles, endured countless holy light baptisms and collisions with powerful enemies without ever being damaged, had actually been destroyed today by an unknown Eastern slender sword.

His heart seemed to have shattered along with this sword, the broken cracks resembling his honor that had been sliced into pieces.

"Your Holiness," he walked before the Pope, knelt on one knee, his voice low and hoarse, filled with shame and unwillingness, "I... I have failed. I have let down your expectations. I was careless, I never imagined that filthy thing Cain could increase his strength so dramatically in such a short time..."

His gaze fell on the broken sword, his sorrow clearly visible: "It's just... just this 'Divine Judgment,' it..."

The blindfolded Saintess standing amidst the holy light slightly raised her hand, cutting him off.

Her veiled face turned towards Albert, her voice ethereal and calm, seemingly possessing a power that could penetrate hearts:

"Albert, it is not that your strength is lacking, nor that Cain suddenly became stronger. The root lies in that sword."

"That sword?" Albert jerked his head up, his eyes filled with confusion and disbelief, "Your Holiness, you mean... my failure was merely because of a sword? That's just an external object! The Sanctuary's strength comes from tempering ourselves! Even 'Divine Judgment,' which has followed me for many years, only slightly enhances my combat power, nothing more!"

The Knight Commander revered strength and believed in holy light. He didn't think a mere sharp weapon could compare to his fervent faith and the effort he had poured in.

The Pope remained silent for a moment, his blind eyes seemingly looking through the ribbon at the flying sword in Cain's hand.

"That sword contains a power system completely different from the Laws of the Lord, pure and extreme.

Its sharpness far exceeds what the material of 'Divine Judgment' and the current holy light enhancement can withstand.

Your failure is not a crime of battle!"

Albert was stunned.

He deeply knew the Pope possessed the "Eye of True Sight," capable of seeing essences undetectable by ordinary means.

Since His Holiness said so, then it must be true.

A tremendous sense of absurdity and unwillingness surged within him.

So he didn't lose to Cain, but to a sword?

This made him feel even more stifled than losing to Cain himself.

"Put aside your arrogance, Albert." The Pope's voice remained calm, "In the face of true 'difference,' stubbornness is equivalent to foolishness. Go, find that Eastern Cultivator, express your apologies to him, and request... to exchange for a sword like that. For the upcoming struggle, this is necessary."

Albert's face instantly flushed red.

Apologize to and beg for a weapon from an Eastern Cultivator he had just sneered at?

This was worse than killing him!

But looking at the broken "Divine Judgment" in his hand, recalling the feeling of helpless defeat just now, and thinking of His Holiness's command and the more important tasks ahead.

He gritted his teeth and lowered his head: "...As you command, Your Holiness."

He stood up, his gaze sweeping across the entire area, but where was Chen Huaian's figure now?

That person had vanished into thin air.

He frowned, then turned his gaze towards the Ascender camp where Chen Huaian had been earlier.

First, he steeled himself and walked towards Hua Jin the True One, who was meditating with closed eyes, her aura icy cold.

Just as he was about to speak, Hua Jin the True One didn't even open her eyes.

She merely let out an extremely light yet utterly contemptuous snort from her nose.

The chilling aura radiating from her instantly made Albert feel as if he had fallen into an icy abyss, freezing his words completely.

He had no doubt that if he took another step forward, a thunderous strike would await him.

Hua Jin the True One's strength was unfathomable to him.

In the Sanctuary, he was second only to one, above ten thousand, but in this mysterious East...

Before figuring out the opponent's strength, he truly couldn't afford to be arrogant.

Albert's face grew even uglier. He could only gloomily turn towards those ordinary Ascender disciples who held various precious swords, standing ready for battle.

He had noticed earlier that these ordinary Eastern Cultivators, who seemed to have weak auras, each seemed to have a sword like Cain's...

Just this sight alone had already chilled him to the bone.

However... since there were so many, it meant such swords were nothing special to these Eastern Cultivators.

Then could he exchange one of his treasures for one?

He forced out what he thought was a friendly smile and walked up to a Female Cultivator.

Then he took out from his chest a delicate silver vial and a cross emitting a soft white light.

At this moment, Albert felt he looked incredibly handsome.

"Beautiful Eastern lady," he tried to make his voice sound gentle, "I am willing to exchange this bottle of holy water personally blessed by His Holiness the Pope, and this Suffering Cross enshrined in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem for three hundred years, for one such sword from your hands.

The holy water can purify all evil, the cross can bring the Lord's protection, both are priceless treasures..."

However, before he could finish, several Ascender disciples impatiently interrupted him.

"Go away! Who wants your holy water!" The Female Cultivator said with a face full of disgust, waving her hand as if shooing a fly, "And the Lord's protection? We believe in the Dao Ancestor and Heavenly Venerables!"

"A bottle of water and an old cross wants to exchange for a flying sword personally forged by Elder Chen? Are you dreaming?"

"Is this foreign devil perhaps beaten stupid? Get lost, or we won't be polite!"

The disciples' faces were written with disdain and disgust.

As if what Albert had brought out was some kind of trash.

Some even already had their hands on their sword hilts, their eyes unfriendly.

Albert had gotten a snub.

Looking at the "precious" swords everyone else had, then looking at the "treasures" in his hand that were despised.

A huge sense of humiliation and helplessness brought by cultural differences surged within him.

His face turned green then white, but in the end, he didn't dare to act out. He could only slink back to the Pope's side, shook his head, and said in a low voice, "Your Holiness, that person is gone. The others... refused to exchange."

The Pope seemed to have already expected this, merely nodding slightly without saying more.

Just then—

*Hum!!!*

The energy between heaven and earth suddenly turned violent.

The enormous crystalline cluster at the center of the Basin violently erupted with Radiant Glow several times more intense than before, illuminating the entire twisted valley as bright as day.

An indescribably pure energy fluctuation spread outwards like a tsunami, shaking everyone's hearts and minds.

They saw at the highest point of the crystalline cluster.

A Celestial Jade Marrow, only the size of a pigeon egg yet perfectly spherical, its color a pale gold, with what seemed like a liquid sun flowing inside, slowly condensed into form.

The light and energy intensity it emitted far exceeded that of the previous medium-grade jade marrow by more than tenfold!

Premium Celestial Jade Marrow!

Hua Jin the True One, who had been sitting cross-legged with closed eyes, suddenly opened her eyes, a sharp light bursting forth, her aura instantly climbing to its peak, her jade-like hand quietly resting on her whisk.

On the other side, Chen Niu, coiled on the mountain rock, finally stopped pretending to sleep. His enormous serpentine body slowly arched, his claws covered in bluish-black scales deeply embedding into the rock.

Those ox-like eyes held not a trace of greed, only a fierce light flashing, locked dead on the Premium Celestial Jade Marrow and the surrounding area.

Hua Jin the True One wanted to seize the treasure.

Chen Niu wanted to kill people!

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There will be another chapter before twelve o'clock.