Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 845: This is the Gods' Appreciation

"Li Qingran, have you shared this with anyone besides me?"

After a moment of deep thought, Feng Wuyu quickly realized just how serious the matter was.

The possession of a god-given World Ring by Li Qingran implied that a deity had already set eyes on her.

Having a deity select her as an heir held much greater significance than being called a 'super genius.'

In the end, regardless of one's talent, even reaching the pinnacle as a 99th-level supreme Battle Master, mortals remained nothing but insects to the gods, often without gaining any divine notice.

Lacking a god's approval meant no chance to face a divine trial.

If gods refused to pass on their powers, no genius could ascend to divinity without slaying the god tied to that power.

Could a human form challenge a god?

Such notions were mere fantasies.

Based on Li Qingran's account, the figure in black robes wielding a sword was undoubtedly a deity, one who clearly held Li Qingran in high regard.

Usually, gods spotting a promising Battle Master wouldn't meddle in their early development. They'd let fate decide survival until the individual was ready for trials.

Yet Li Qingran, merely at Battle Venerable level, was already receiving boosts from this deity. This showed no further tests; the choice for successor was set on her.

It stood to reason. Li Qingran's Tool Battle Soul was incredibly scarce; none like it existed elsewhere on the continent.

From the visions in her dreams, the deity's own Tool Battle Soul matched hers exactly.

No telling how many ages the deity had lingered, scouring for an heir.

With Li Qingran's emergence, naturally, they'd safeguard her fiercely.

A shiver crept up Feng Wuyu's back.

Framed that way, Li Qingran's growth would surely lead her to godhood someday!

Imagining this wide-eyed, pure-faced girl before him as a future god stirred unease in Feng Wuyu, but excitement surged even stronger.

Since she was part of their Battle Soul Hall!

A talent like hers would surely propel the Pope's ambitions forward!

Reporting to Her Holiness the Pope seemed essential.

"No," Li Qingran shook her head. "Only you know. I got up this morning and went straight to the competition. I didn't meet anyone else in between."

"Good, good, good!" Feng Wuyu felt immense relief and earnestly advised, "You must never speak of this matter. Bury the fact about the dream-bestowed World Ring deep inside. If anyone asks you about your World Ring, either don't answer, or say it was offered by a World Beast sacrifice. Understood?"

"Understood," Li Qingran nodded obediently.

Observing Li Qingran's compliant demeanor, Feng Wuyu couldn't help but think of his granddaughter. He smiled and extended a hand to pat her head.

But in the instant that followed, a swift, piercing wave of murderous intent and heavy pressure swept through.

Feng Wuyu's hand recoiled as if struck by lightning.

He furrowed his brows, dismissing it as a trick of the mind.

He tried again. The intent surged.

He withdrew. It faded.

Extended. Emerged.

Retracted. Disappeared.

At last, he scratched his nose and ceased attempts.

He mused inwardly, *This deity partial to Li Qingran is awfully territorial, not even allowing a simple head pat.*

"You should only have one World Ring now, right? Later, I will personally take you to hunt World Beasts," Feng Wuyu said solemnly. "Your foundation is very solid now, so you must be even more careful in your future choices of World Beasts and World Rings. You can't just settle for anything."

"No need," Li Qingran blinked. "I have other World Rings."

Feng Wuyu paused in surprise, then comprehended at once. "I see. That one only upgraded your first World Ring, and didn't touch the other two, right? That's fine too. Don't worry, that one will definitely upgrade your other two World Rings in the future."

"Well... uh..." Li Qingran faltered, tempted to explain.

But worried about alarming the Dean, she held her tongue in the end.

A lone purple World Ring had already led the Dean to regard her Master as a deity. If she revealed two black ones... wouldn't he elevate her Master to God King status?

As for needing to show the other two during later contests, that couldn't be helped. She'd handle explanations then.

If she could keep them hidden, that was preferable.

"Alright, Li Qingran, the reason I called you here today was simply to understand the situation, nothing more," Feng Wuyu sighed in relief. "Now that we understand, you can continue preparing for the upcoming matches. For the arena competition... you still need to get proper rest."

"Okay, Dean. I'll be going then?"

Li Qingran stood up. Seeing Feng Wuyu nod, she bounced out of the office.

"Youth is wonderful..." Watching Li Qingran's retreating figure, Feng Wuyu couldn't help but sigh.

Of course, what was even better was that she had a deity backing her.

Why didn't he get that kind of treatment?

Sigh.

"Well, Dean, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving too..."

Everything she had experienced today was too intense, severely impacting her worldview. The female instructor still seemed somewhat dazed, her speech even a bit slurred.

Feng Wuyu glanced at her sideways. "You won't speak of this matter, right?"

"Of course not," the female instructor assured him repeatedly.

She understood very clearly what the situation with Li Qingran signified.

If this information were to leak, assassins from other empires might try to eliminate Li Qingran while she was still in her budding stage. Even if they sent people to protect her, they couldn't guarantee she would remain completely safe.

The best approach was to let this secret die within the walls of this office today.

...

The female instructor left.

This instructor had been teaching at the Battle Soul Academy for many years, and her character was trustworthy.

Feng Wuyu had initially considered using some measures, but after some thought, he gave up on the idea.

"An inheritor favored by a deity like this... I must still report it to Pope Bixixi, see what her stance is..." Feng Wuyu muttered to himself, his figure dissolving into an invisible whirlwind and vanishing from the office.

...

On the way back from the office.

Li Qingran happened to run into Su Luyao, who was coming out from the direction of the infirmary.

Su Luyao's injuries seemed to have mostly recovered.

The arena competition itself was meant to stop at the point of victory. If Li Qingran hadn't steadied Su Luyao when she withdrew her sword at the end, Su Luyao would have taken a nasty fall off the arena.

At this moment, the girl looked disheveled. There were obvious kiss marks on her face and neck, her complexion was poor, tears hung at the corners of her eyes, and she was walking hurriedly.

Li Qingran couldn't remember when she had developed a grudge with Su Luyao.

She only even knew Su Luyao's name. Before today's match, she had no impression of what Su Luyao even looked like.

How had she become the target of this girl's unfounded hostility?

Li Qingran didn't understand, but towards people like this, she preferred to keep her distance.

So she pretended not to see Su Luyao, turning to take a detour back to the dormitory.

However, just as she turned, Su Luyao called out to her.

"Li Qingran, you, stop right there!"

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