Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 815: The Cooked Duck Flew Away

"Cough, cough... Hua Jin the True One... don't get too cocky..."

The voice that broke the silence first didn't come from Lin Fan or Zhang Mengchu, but from Chen Niu's avatar, clinging to its last breaths.

Gazing upward at the sky resembling a bottomless abyss, a glint of wild frenzy and self-satisfaction danced in its gaze.

The activation of all nine Wells of Heaven represented Hua Jin the True One's big break, yet didn't it equally offer its own golden opportunity?

At this instant, those two unpredictable factors were held in check by Hua Jin the True One, creating the perfect window for it to slip away.

"You absolutely should not have held back those two!"

Chen Niu sensed the vines coiling ever tighter around its form, yet paid it no mind at all.

Chen Niu tilted its head skyward and unleashed a thunderous bellow.

A ferocious wail echoed across the full expanse of the Senluo World. The nearby Forest Sea undulated outward like waves on a pond. This sound assault didn't merely echo inside Hua Jin the True One's domain; it extended beyond the boundaries as well.

Chen Huaian had only just stepped out from the Demon Sealing Pagoda when the sonic blast from Chen Niu's avatar struck him squarely.

He avoided being engulfed by Hua Jin the True One's World, thanks to the Demon Sealing Pagoda teleporting him directly outside. The location where the Demon Sealing Pagoda and Celestial Jade Marrow originated now appeared as a smooth, mirror-flat water surface. That mirror displayed a realm overflowing with lush, verdant life.

"Has Hua Jin the True One's World fully formed? That speed is astonishing!"

Positioned in front of the mirror-like water, he weighed the decision to step inside.

Simultaneously, he spotted a beam of deep yellow essence surging toward the skies. Alongside Chen Niu's cry, a shadowy outline of Chen Niu, with talons and teeth exposed, twisted upward inside the yellow essence.

It stood out unmistakably.

This signaled Chen Niu summoning aid.

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"Damn it!"

How could Hua Jin the True One fail to grasp Chen Niu's scheme?

The tendrils securing Chen Niu constricted without delay. What were once pliable and resilient growths turned into the deadliest edges under Hua Jin's control. The foliage along the tendrils released a keen, slicing force, perforating Chen Niu's avatar with countless punctures.

As Hua Jin balled her fist.

Chen Niu's avatar shattered into segments right away.

The torment of being torn apart forced a wretched scream from Chen Niu, yet amid the cries, it cackled wildly: "Hee hee hee! Pointless, my Demonic Soul has already arrived in the Immortal Realm!

Before an incense stick burns out, my true body will arrive. Even with your cultivation at the Feathered Transformation peak now, how can you stand against my true body's Divine Descent?"

Even as the words trailed off, Chen Niu's form was pulverized into a bloody mush by the frenzied vines lunging downward.

Hua Jin the True One stared at the mess of gore on the earth, her face twisted in displeasure.

Amid that gore, tiny sparks of metallic sheen flickered, alongside the fading Spiritual Energy of an artifact.

—It belonged to Chen Niu's treasure, the Mountain-Moving Seal, though merely a copy.

This forged Mountain-Moving Seal had quietly granted Chen Niu's avatar the edge to resist.

In the end, her oversight proved costly.

Despite the laws and forces inside her World curbing Chen Niu's avatar's Demonic Soul, Chen Niu remained an entity a tier above her.

No one could tell what Divine Ability it invoked, succeeding in dispatching its Demonic Soul outward at the expense of the counterfeit Mountain-Moving Seal.

Don't assume Chen Niu's avatar's remains were merely a glob of mush. Should its true body descend, that mush could reform into its full True Form instantly!

"Senior Zhang, Senior Gu, a brutal clash seems inevitable soon. I'll evacuate you and the Kunlun Immortal Palace disciples from the Senluo World first. Hurry back to the Kunlun Immortal Palace without delay." Hua Jin the True One soared toward Zhang Yibai, her words laced with haste. She then produced an incense stick adorned with golden motifs.

"Hold onto this incense stick. Once back at the Kunlun Immortal Palace, ignite it in front of the Patriarch's statue. Should I withstand until the Upper Immortal arrives, Chen Niu's descending true body will prove as harmless as a paper tiger."

Zhang Yibai accepted the incense stick, pondering inwardly — might this summon an immortal from the Immortal Realm?

Could he perhaps alter this incense stick slightly?

Forget ethics for a moment; he aimed at Hua Jin the True One's higher-up, not at her directly.

Moreover, should they uproot all the key players in the reincarnation plot, Hua Jin the True One could escape the loop. Then, paired with Wang Shouyi, they could share a life together, perhaps even raise a brood of children — wouldn't that be delightful?

"And what of the Celestial Jade Marrow and the variables?" Gu Changsheng inquired from nearby.

"We'll have to strike swiftly and conclude it fast." Hua Jin the True One inhaled deeply while eyeing Lin Fan and Zhang Mengchu in their cross-legged trance.

Variables stayed variables, and their calm demeanor sent shivers down her spine.

Though Chen Niu's avatar got mashed into pulp before their very eyes, these two persisted in meditation, ignoring everything else, pouring all their effort into countering her vines using True Essence. In the brief span of her conversation, the vines encircling them already displayed hints of slackening.

If these variables escaped total annihilation, they would surely pose a deadly danger to the Kunlun Immortal Palace and Lingxiao's Immortals down the line.

The playful attitude of a cat batting at mice vanished.

Hua Jin the True One gathered emerald glow at her fingertip, her palm's True Essence throbbing fiercely with the World's rules — she wasted not a single instant. Her left palm slammed earthward, her right traced a curve through the air, and she growled lowly: "Azure Nether World, Soul-Locking Blades!"

With her command, the vines encircling Lin Fan and Zhang Mengchu exploded into action. The deep green tendrils shifted to a murky black-green hue, their leaves morphing into short, razor-sharp edges, their surfaces shining with icy gleam like blades laced with frost venom.

Even worse, myriad fresh vines erupted from the soil in the encircling Forest Sea, writhing toward the pair like a swarm of verdant snakes. The vine tips glowed with a subtle green aura of World force — this was her compelling the Senluo World's vital energy into lethal might. Every vine bore the overbearing force to "bind souls and wreck spirits." Once caught, not just the flesh would grind to powder, but True Essence and soul alike would get purified by the World's might.

In this dire instant, Zhang Mengchu and Lin Fan abruptly snapped their eyes open.

Twin blasts of Sword Intent rocketed skyward, promptly demolishing Hua Jin the True One's vines.

While ensnared in Hua Jin the True One's World, the duo had already attempted to break free beyond the domain's reach.

Regrettably, Hua Jin the True One's cultivation level far surpassed theirs, rendering escape genuinely unattainable. Still, they hadn't simply awaited doom. Seizing the chance while Hua Jin the True One dispatched Chen Niu, they bore the strain, preserved their power, and amassed energy exactly for now!

"Bang!" Zhang Mengchu brandished his sword, cleaving at the vines in his path.

Inside Hua Jin the True One's World, his Life-bound Flying Sword faced suppression and couldn't deploy.

He had no choice but to grab a backup flying sword from his Storage Pouch.

Yet the instant his blade met the vine-edges, a harsh metallic grind rang from the sword, and soon a three-inch fissure emerged on its length.

His complexion drained. As he prepared to pour every bit of True Essence into defense, three additional vines snaked around his legs from the rear. The vine-edges sliced straight through his shielding Spiritual Energy barrier, and an icy agony raced through his meridians.

Lin Fan, on the other hand, called forth a compact bronze shield. Its face bore intricate protective runes.

But upon impact from the murky black-green vine-edges, the runes swiftly faded like thawing frost. Within three breaths, fissures spiderwebbed the bronze shield, and with a "crack," it broke apart. A vine exploited the breach to thrust at his chest. Though he twisted aside to evade, it carved a profound gash exposing bone on his shoulder. Blood swiftly soaked his robe.

The duo's defiance appeared frail and futile against Hua Jin the True One's lethal strike.

Hua Jin floated overhead, observing as the two fell back inch by inch. At last, a hint of contentment flickered deep in her eyes.

Her fingers twitched lightly, infusing an extra thirty percent of World force. The murky black-green vines clamped harder, nearly dispersing the pair's True Essence: "Variables remain variables after all. Devoid of any fight, they're mere sheep ripe for the kill."

She mused silently, for once these two fell, she could pivot to confront Chen Niu's Divine Descent. Though challenging, it would ease one burden — these lethal dangers could at last be resolved this day!

A triumphant grin just started to grace her mouth when she noticed Lin Fan cease his resistance.

Crimson streamed from his shoulder, his features ashen, yet no fear marked his stare. Rather, a subtle, icy smirk gradually formed on his lips.

"Hua Jin the True One," his tone stayed soft, yet it sliced cleanly through the vines' throttling noises, "do you believe victory is yours already?"

Hua Jin faltered, a vague dread stirring within her.

Before she processed it, a halo of silvery spatial waves bloomed around Lin Fan and Zhang Mengchu — the waves expanded like ripples from a tossed pebble. Wherever they flowed, the atmosphere warped into fluid distortions. The murky black-green vines, brushing the waves, wilted sequentially as though sliced by some unseen might.

The following moment, the silver waves snapped inward, fully shrouding the pair.

Hua Jin's eyes widened in shock. She lunged to seize them, but her fingers met only a chill spatial tremor, missing even the edge of their garments.

The silver glow at the site pulsed and faded. Lin Fan and Zhang Mengchu, once ensnared amid the vines, had vanished entirely, leaving behind a handful of aimless murky black-green vines that hung limp and quivered faintly in the breeze.

Hua Jin the True One hung suspended in the air, the glee on her expression freezing solid, supplanted by sheer disbelief and doubt.

They escaped?

The prize duck slipped from her grasp at the last second?

This was her domain!

Her domain's space operated in total isolation.

Was there truly a spatial art capable of bypassing her World and whisking away two individuals' bodies and souls together?

The force behind such an escape...

Could it be an Immortal?!

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