Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 846: Pope Bissie

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Sigh.

Li Qingran let out a deep sigh.

This woman truly resembled a stubborn specter that refused to let her be.

She halted her steps, spun around, and fixed her gaze on Su Luyao, her face blending frustration, wordlessness, and puzzlement.

"Is there something you require?"

"I..." Su Luyao hesitated briefly under Li Qingran's stare, then shot a fierce look and declared, "Confess it, you paid off the dean to shield you! In truth, you employed prohibited techniques!

I've pieced it together at last—what you deployed was your First Battle Technique, far from your Third Battle Technique. That implies your initial World Ring is a thousand-year purple one! Who could fully swap out all their World Rings along with their Battle Techniques!

Whose starting World Ring would ever reach thousand-year quality! Would you even trust your own words if spoken aloud?"

Su Luyao unleashed a rush of accusations like bursting kernels.

Raising her head, she spotted Li Qingran fluttering her wide eyes in pure innocence. "I believe it."

Su Luyao: "..."

As Su Luyao's complexion darkened like scorched iron, Li Qingran responded evenly, "Have you never learned about World Beast tributes? Overreacting to mere trifles..."

"Attempting to deceive me still?" Su Luyao huffed disdainfully. "A World Beast tribute can't swap existing World Rings! Nor can it replace Battle Techniques!"

Li Qingran: "With countless World Beasts existing worldwide, surely one unique variety exists that achieves this."

Su Luyao: "Which World Beast exactly? Speak up, enlighten me!"

"I won't reveal it~"

"You..."

Su Luyao jabbed a finger toward Li Qingran, chuckling bitterly in fury.

Witnessing Li Qingran's firm denial of everything, she no longer wished to bicker further.

"Li Qingran, speak as you please, but this issue remains unresolved!

With your refusal to confess, and your bribery of the dean for protection, I'll reclaim the justice and honor rightfully mine! Mark my words!"

Finishing her threat, she whirled and stormed off, sparing Li Qingran not a glance.

She had initially believed that Li Qingran's admission of foul play would conclude the affair, severing ties with Xiahou Yuan as well.

Consequently, stirring issues for Feng Wuyu would prove unnecessary; escalation risked uncontrollable chaos.

Yet Li Qingran's bold defiance left no choice but to strike back mercilessly.

The earlier unwanted kiss from Xiahou Yuan had revolted her, yet against the surging resentment and injustice in her chest now, it paled in significance.

Li Qingran observed Su Luyao's vanishing figure and shook her head, sighing softly.

How might Su Luyao comprehend it?

A certain World Beast variety existed, termed 'Husband' and 'Master', capable of granting superior World Rings and enhanced Battle Techniques.

Yet voicing such matters was impossible.

For she would never yield her husband to another.

Allow Su Luyao to stir trouble freely... after all, two additional Battle Techniques remained at her disposal. She'd handle future hurdles in due time.

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On the opposing end.

Feng Wuyu positioned himself behind a graceful, towering figure clad in pontifical attire, his demeanor grave.

"Your Holiness, all I uttered holds absolute truth! No embellishments or amplifications from me!"

Bixixi paused quietly for an instant, then pivoted to lock eyes with Feng Wuyu in intense scrutiny. "I trust your account fully. Yet a simple Soul Master drawing divine interest... that stretches credulity...

Time escapes me today, yet in several days, I shall witness the arena event firsthand, verifying if Li Qingran possesses a truly divine-granted World Ring."

Feng Wuyu inclined his head.

Proof lies in observation, not mere tales.

The Pope maintained her vigilant, composed nature.

"Even unverified as a deity-bestowed World Ring holder, this intelligence demands utmost secrecy. Moreover, safeguard her well. Prevent foreign agents from causing her harm."

Upon hearing this, Feng Wuyu bowed deeply. "This servant comprehends."

"Incorrect! Comprehension eludes you." Bixixi pressed on, "Such guarding must remain covert. Overt actions would hinder her development. We seek a fighter for the Battle Soul Hall's cause, not a sheltered bloom."

Shield her they must, yet invisibly?

Handling that posed quite the challenge.

Feng Wuyu exhaled inwardly.

In essence, safeguards should activate only upon mortal peril to Li Qingran.

Besides, any intervention required her unawareness.

Who dared assure perfection?

Danger often strikes swiftly.

Defenses might activate too late.

Nevertheless, obeying the Pope's directive, Feng Wuyu steeled himself to comply.

"Your Holiness, I shall follow your guidance."

"Mm, depart now." Bixixi gestured dismissively with languid ease, resuming her devotions before the savage divine effigy.

Feng Wuyu avoided close inspection.

The statue's deity eluded identification. Its contours blurred, yet it radiated a ruthless, primal menace. Since stepping inside, breath came laboriously to him.

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Exiting the Battle Soul Hall, Feng Wuyu aimed to head straight back to the academy.

Masking his aura, he veered far off course, relaxing only then toward the academy.

Though affiliated with the Battle Soul Hall and serving as Battle Soul Academy's dean, his overt role differed—he posed as a foreign Battle Saint sans lineage or rank, ascending to Vice Dean via sheer merit.

Concealing his origins chiefly stemmed from discord between Battle Soul City's clans and the Battle Soul Hall; the Hall itself evolved from an ancestral Battle Soul lineage.

Outwardly, clans yielded to the Hall's commands.

Underneath, mere superficial deference prevailed.

As Vice Dean, masking his Hall ties enabled scrutinizing these clans' vile aspects, relaying covertly to the Pope.

Not yet at the academy entrance.

Suddenly, Feng Wuyu sensed three piercing, hostile presences hurtling his way.

All three stemmed from Battle Saints, aimed squarely at him.

Feng Wuyu's pulse quickened—had Li Qingran's mystery leaked? Else, why ambush now? No feuds with local Battle Saints recalled.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

Three daunting, forceful silhouettes encircled Feng Wuyu.

Narrowing his gaze, Feng Wuyu examined the Battle Souls manifested by the trio—massive crimson-furred apes engulfed in blaze, bound by rune-etched infernal chains. Their affiliation shone clear: the Xiahou Family's famed Battle Soul, Hellfire.

"What purpose brings you three to me?" Feng Wuyu readied his stance, his World Rings blooming sequentially below.

Local Battle Saints proved containable.

Foreign infiltrators would prompt instant retaliation.

"No grand affair." The leading Xiahou elder popped his joints, his Hellfire unveiling its authentic shape to echo the gesture. "Merely an invitation to our estate for tea, lingering several days.

Remain idle in the coming days, and the Xiahou clan ensures fine sustenance. Refrain from academy return; should you spurn courtesy and demand penalty..."

He left the rest unsaid.

Yet his malicious smirk conveyed volumes.

Gazing at the encroaching trio, Feng Wuyu grasped the situation inwardly.

The Canglan Continent Elite Battle Master Tournament tied to these clans' prestige and dignity, alongside vital resources. Indeed, who spurned Bixixi's World Beast bone prizes?

Open seizure impossible, they schemed manipulations in the academy bouts.

Ultimately, inserting clan Battle Masters into the lineup remained paramount.

For that, extremes held no bounds!

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