Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 831: Dream Message
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Chapter 831: Dream Message
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It's said that when an ordinary person gets furious, blood flows for five steps around.
When a ruler explodes in anger, millions of bodies pile up.
When Chen Huaian, at the Great Ascension Stage of cultivation, loses his temper, he yearns to send every young master from Battle Soul City's clans who bothered Li Qingran soaring into the sky—each and every one!
The urge burned fiercely within him.
Yet he remained stuck in the Cangyun Realm, with the portal to the Canglan World sealed shut. Returning there proved impossible. This left him feeling utterly powerless, like a helpless spouse.
In the midst of such a frustrating dilemma...
Chen Huaian launched the Canglan Realm edition of the Electronic Girlfriend System.
He hadn't checked this screen packed with tacky, cash-grabbing game features in ages. Now, Chen Huaian spotted a fresh batch of purchase choices added in.
To begin, the Canglan Realm's Battle Pass system had kicked in automatically.
This happened right after Li Qingran claimed her initial World Ring, though it started as the basic Battle Pass variant, offering only lousy World Rings. Those were just right for her present power level and boosted her Battle Power alone, without aiding any breakthrough past her Bottleneck.
Every World Ring Li Qingran absorbed to shatter her bottlenecks came from hunts alongside her academy teachers.
Curse it! As her spouse and Mentor, he failed to personally observe his dear wife's and student's progress. Such negligence!
Chen Huaian balled his hands into fists, his chest aching with sorrow and guilt.
Luckily, the moment hadn't slipped away yet. He could still imprint his influence deeply on Li Qingran's cultivation journey.
[Advanced Glory Battle Pass, Time-Limited Deal: 18.8 Premium Spirit Jades. Activate the Advanced Glory Battle Pass to unlock Supreme Glory prizes, ensuring five 100,000-year World Rings and a single 1,000,000-year World Ring!]
Chen Huaian checked Li Qingran's latest cultivation level.
At 39th-level Battle Venerable, she already owned three World Rings.
Her setup included two yellow and one purple—that meant two hundred-year rings plus a thousand-year one.
How could he tolerate this?
His precious wife deserved only the finest!
Perfectly timed, the Supreme Glory Battle Pass offered a complete World Ring enhancement set.
For the Battle Master phase, it granted a three-thousand-year purple World Ring, absorbable without discomfort. If she possessed one already, the power could transfer straight over to enhance it, creating a seamless upgrade.
The Great Battle Master reward consisted of a ten-thousand-year black World Ring.
For Battle Venerable, a fifty-thousand-year black World Ring awaited.
Reaching Battle Ancestor would bring a 100,000-year red World Ring.
Wasting no time, Chen Huaian dashed off to the rear mountain, seized all the recently yielded Premium Spirit Jades from the Celestial Jade Lion, fired up the Glory Battle Pass, and collected every advanced prize available.
Three World Rings—arranged as purple, black, and black—rested silently in his storage.
Gazing at the slumbering Li Qingran, Chen Huaian pondered deeply.
How to grant her these World Ring gifts without alarming her? The Canglan Realm differed from the Cangyun Realm, after all. Direct contact from here to there remained out of reach.
Pouring massive energy into her suddenly might terrify her.
He poked around the top-up section briefly.
Soon, Chen Huaian uncovered the perfect method.
—Dream Message.
For a handful of Spirit Jades, he could deliver a dream transmission to Li Qingran.
One top-grade spirit jade bought ten minutes of dream contact. The cost screamed extortion.
Enabling full 360-degree sensory engagement jacked the fee up tenfold. It reeked of pure greed.
Still, the premium came justified.
This expenditure proved worthwhile!
Chen Huaian dove right into recharging and selected a full six-hour dream session.
Complete with the 360-degree sensory immersion enabled.
As to the reason for such an extended dream message...
Mostly, his endurance ranked exceptionally high.
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Canglan Realm.
A solitary moon gleamed overhead in the pitch-black night.
Li Qingran shifted restlessly on her dorm bed, her forehead creased, as if tormented in sleep.
Then, a familiar aroma that stirred her very soul began to wrap around her softly.
Her knitted brows eased gradually, and her breaths turned calm and even.
"Where... is this place?"
In her hazy awareness, Li Qingran realized she stood atop soft, pinkish clouds. The comforting presence enveloped her—the distinct blend of sandalwood and aged pine unique to Chen Huaian, invigorating yet soothing.
She blinked in astonishment, staring ahead where the clouds ended—at the man she'd yearned for endlessly, standing with a tender smile, gazing silently at her.
"Mas... Master Husband?"
Li Qingran's words quivered a bit, tears welling up in her eyes right away.
She'd dreamed of Chen Huaian before, not just once.
Yet this time, something inexplicable made her heart race with emotion.
Noting his young apprentice's drowsy gaze, her face still rosy from slumber, appearing so alluring and fragile, Chen Huaian's heart melted. He spread his arms wide. "Qingran, come to me."
Without a second thought, Li Qingran darted into his arms like a bird flying home, her hands wrapping snugly around his firm waist. She nuzzled her face deeply into his chest, her nose brushing the warm cloth, eagerly breathing in the fragrance from her dreams.
"Husband, is this truly you... I must be dreaming once more." Her tone came muffled, laced with complaint and profound, unwavering yearning. "But this feels incredibly vivid, even your aroma matches perfectly... Husband, I've longed for you terribly..."
She kept talking, spilling tender phrases she'd rarely voice awake, as though emptying all her sorrows and desires into this "dream."
Chen Huaian softly caressed her lovely locks.
Sensing the faint shivers from the slender form in his hold, compassion flooded his heart.
"Silly one, hasn't your Master arrived?" He tilted down, his chin lightly stroking her silky brow. "I've made you endure too much. But my Qingran has done wonderfully. I know everything about it."
Li Qingran raised her head from his chest, eyes rimmed red yet sparkling with bashful delight at the praise. Like a spoiled feline, she nudged her forehead against his chin. "I'm not that wonderful... With Master Husband beside me, I could achieve so much more."
Her innocent, charming expression drew a soft laugh from Chen Huaian; he couldn't help but tweak her pert little nose. "It's been quite a while. Your Master has gifts for you."
With a mere mental command, the three World Rings, glowing in purple and black hues, appeared hazily in the dream space, hovering between them. Immense energy pulsed inside.
"Look at these three World Rings? Your Master secured them just for you. Purple, black, black—ideal for your stage. Once you awaken, use your Battle Power to draw them in and absorb. Think of it as... a small boost from your Master."
Li Qingran eyed the three World Rings, growing surer this was mere fantasy.
Battle Masters faced limits on the age of World Rings they could take in.
World Rings defied replacement, too.
Thus, no matter the dream's realism, it stayed illusory.
A pang of disappointment crossed her mind, soon overtaken by cozy affection—even in sleep visions, her Master cared so much. It revealed the depth of his affection.
She refused to break this illusion. Instead, she nodded eagerly and answered sweetly, "Mhm! Qingran will keep that in mind. Thank you, Husband!"
They'd vanish come morning regardless.
For now, she yearned to hold onto this precious closeness.
She snuggled tighter against Chen Huaian, her arms looping around his neck, her breath sweet like blooming flowers. "Husband... this dream is wonderful. I don't wish to wake." She tilted up her delicate face, her eyes dewy and fogged with allure, overflowing with raw love and desire.
Chen Huaian sensed vividly the supple warmth of her graceful body, caught the subtle scent from her tresses, even noted her fluttering lashes.
Every sensation in the dream intensified. The touches felt astonishingly lifelike.
"Then... stay asleep a bit longer." His tone deepened subtly.
Six hours.
He'd purchased far too short a time...
But his young disciple faced an early competition.
More time might leave her too drained to rise. She'd require time to clean up afterward, or she couldn't step outside.
For today... this would suffice.
His palm gradually slid up to Li Qingran's supple waist.
Emboldened, Li Qingran rose on her toes and pressed her plush lips to his willingly.
It began as a clumsy brush. Quickly, as Chen Huaian led with confidence, the kiss grew intense and drawn-out. Her breaths quickened, her pale skin flushing with a captivating tint. Her frame went limp, nearly dissolving in his arms.
Amid the fervor and haze, the pink clouds around them morphed into a real silk blanket, softly draping over their entwined forms.
Garments fell away unseen, exposing her elegant shoulder lines, neck, and refined collarbones. Her flesh shimmered with a luminous sheen in the dream's gentle glow.
Chen Huaian's kisses rained down gently and thoroughly.
From her brow to her closed lids, then to her plump crimson lips, pausing at last on her tender earlobes and neck curve.
Li Qingran held onto him feebly, letting out soft, creaturely sounds, surrendering to the known wave that overtook her.
Sheltered by the dream, she shed every inhibition and modesty, giving only the purest, most instinctual reaction.
Clouds twisted and vapors wound, painting a picture of endless springtime bliss.
After endless weaving together, Li Qingran lay spent completely. Nestled in Chen Huaian's hold, her fingers still gripped a fold of his garment instinctively, a single tear at her eye's edge, appearing so vulnerable. She whispered indistinctly, "Husband... don't leave..."
Chen Huaian regarded her serene sleeping visage and leaned to plant a soft kiss upon her flawless forehead.
Dreams must conclude eventually.
Yet his aid had reached her successfully.
Right then, the three World Rings rested soundlessly beneath Li Qingran's pillow.
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