Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 882: This is my husband!

Chen Huaian flicked his finger.

Clang—!

Tang Er's 'Haotian Staff' Battle Soul shattered with a sound.

And Tang Er seemed to lose all strength as well, his knees going weak as he knelt on the ground.

"You lost."

Li Qingran looked down at Tang Er from her superior position, her eyes holding a trace of pride, her chin slightly raised, like a little peacock that had won a fight.

This pride was not for herself, but for the man who protected her in his embrace.

It was as if she was saying—look! This is my backer!

He raised his head, looking at the white-clothed swordsman who remained as calm and unruffled as ever with a complex gaze, then glanced at Li Qingran.

It was truly unbelievable.

He had originally thought that with his Mother's Love Grass on one hand and his Haotian Staff on the other, he was already a rare genius outlier.

Yet, Li Qingran actually had such an eccentric Battle Soul.

"This is... what kind of Battle Soul?"

Tang Er's voice was hoarse, filled with thick unwillingness and confusion.

"A Humanoid Battle Soul, unheard of. In this situation, you must also have Twin Battle Souls, right?"

If it was Twin Battle Souls, then his loss wasn't unjust.

After all, the strength of this white-clothed swordsman Battle Soul was too outrageous. Having no World Rings meant no Battle Techniques, meaning it relied solely on the Battle Soul's own power. Not only did it withstand his full ninety-one strikes of the Magic Cloak Staff Technique, but with a single finger at the end, it instantly shattered the momentum he had built up... If, this white-clothed swordsman had World Rings and Battle Techniques, how strong would it be?

He didn't even dare to think further.

Since she had already exposed her master, Li Qingran's eyes rolled, that mischievous, clever energy coming up again.

She openly pressed her face against Chen Huaian's semi-transparent chest, even deliberately rubbing against it, her clear voice ringing throughout the arena:

"This Battle Soul..."

She drew out her tone, her eyes and brows curved, smiling like a little fox.

"...is my husband~"

Boom—!

The entire arena erupted in an uproar.

"What?!"

"Hus... husband?!"

"Did I hear wrong? Goddess Li Qingran actually has a husband?! And her husband turned into her Battle Soul?!"

Countless male fans' hearts shattered into pieces.

Tang Er was even more dumbfounded.

His Demonic Pupils were about to pop out, his mouth open wide enough to fit two eggs.

"A... a deceased husband Battle Soul?"

After a brief moment of shock and astonishment, he couldn't help but think of his own little girlfriend.

He glanced back at the girl staring at him eagerly from the corner of the arena.

Although the situation wasn't quite the same, inexplicably, he felt a sense of sharing the same hardship with Li Qingran.

Both were unfortunate souls.

Li Qingran's husband became a Battle Soul.

His little girlfriend's identity absolutely could not be exposed, otherwise she would be relentlessly hunted by the Battle Soul Hall...

He straightened up respectfully, cupped his hands, and said with a solemn expression, "So that's how it is... I was being presumptuous."

"This match was extremely exciting, I accept my defeat wholeheartedly!"

How could he not accept it?

This white-clothed swordsman turned into a Battle Soul to protect Li Qingran even after death.

How could he not be fierce?

He was probably a figure at the Legendary Battle Master level in life.

With his one Mother's Love Grass and one Fire Poker, what could he use to compete against someone else's "deceased husband"?

Couldn't beat him, perfectly normal.

Losing to such a big shot, not unjust!

After speaking, Tang Er, along with his equally dumbfounded Slime Team members, left the arena dejectedly.

"The champion of this All-Continent Elite Battle Master Competition is—"

"The Battle Soul Hall's First Team!"

With the referee's loud announcement, the entire arena cheered.

Li Qingran, in Chen Huaian's embrace, smiled with her eyes and brows, blinking her big eyes, lowering her voice to coquettishly say:

"Thank you, Master, for helping out. If it weren't for Master, your disciple really would have been in danger today~"

Chen Huaian couldn't speak.

He could only shake his head helplessly, his eyes holding a trace of doting affection.

This little girl deliberately revealed his identity.

Who knows what trouble it will cause...

He wasn't too clear about his own situation right now either.

But if anyone dared to lay a hand on Li Qingran, he would let that person know what endless hell was.

"All participating contestants, please go to the rear rest area to wait. Shortly, Her Holiness Pope Bixixi will personally award the championship!"

...

In a corner of the rest area.

Under the bewildered, intrigued, and even slightly fearful stares of her teammates, Li Qingran openly led Chen Huaian downwards.

"Qing... cough, Miss Li..."

Xie Yue swallowed hard, his gaze flickering between Chen Huaian and Li Qingran as he stammered, "This... this is really your... hus... husband?"

"Do you doubt it?"

Li Qingran’s arm was around Chen Huaian’s waist, her posture so natural it was almost painful to witness.

"Hiss..."

Xie Yue inhaled sharply.

He then looked at Chen Huaian.

He had to concede, despite being a 'Battle Soul,' the man's appearance was undeniably striking.

Clad in white robes and with silver-white hair, his very presence exuded an aura of divine detachment and regal majesty.

Compared to this 'Divine Immortal,' his own mortal handsomeness felt like mere dirt and straw.

A bitter feeling welled up inside Xie Yue.

However, he was also someone who could accept reality.

Even though this lady's husband was 'deceased,' he had been transformed into a Battle Soul.

This implied a twenty-four-hour, comprehensive, and inescapable companionship.

With their bodies and hearts intertwined, where was there any room for another person to intrude?

He clasped his hands together and bowed respectfully towards Chen Huaian:

"Greetings... brother-in-law."

Chen Huaian, unable to speak, could only offer a slight nod in acknowledgment.

"Wow! He’s so handsome!"

The other two female members of the team could no longer contain their excitement.

Their eyes alight, they swarmed forward as if they had stumbled upon an extraordinary treasure.

"A Humanoid Battle Soul? How amazing, I've never seen anything like it!"

"He looks so incredibly proud! I never knew Sister Qingran had such discerning taste? It makes sense she never paid attention to anyone else..."

Hu Nana, a female team member with alluring eyes and eyebrows, boldly reached out, intending to feel Chen Huaian’s chest muscles.

Slap!

Before her hand could make contact with Chen Huaian.

Li Qingran, acting like a fierce tigress guarding her prize, swatted Hu Nana’s hand away.

Hu Nana withdrew her hand, offering an awkward smile and saying, "Hehe, Captain, your husband isn't a real husband, he's a Battle Soul..."

"What's wrong with us just letting us touch him?"

"I just want to know what a Battle Soul feels like..."

"Go away, both of you!"

Li Qingran huffed in irritation, drawing Chen Huaian behind her and glaring fiercely:

"He belongs to me! No one is permitted to touch him!"

"So possessive~" Hu Nana stuck out her tongue, giggling as she retreated.

Li Qingran snorted and led Chen Huaian directly to the furthest corner of the rest area.

Swish—

She drew the heavy velvet curtain closed.

Inside the confined space, the light immediately dimmed.

The sounds from outside were completely muffled, leaving only the soft rhythm of their breaths.

The two stood facing each other.

Li Qingran gazed at the familiar yet somewhat ethereal face before her.

The pride and playful wit displayed in the arena moments ago had completely vanished.

Her thoughts turned to the heart-stopping fear she had felt earlier.

She recalled the despair that threatened to engulf her entire world.

Her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"Master..."

She extended her hand, her fingertips trembling, wanting to caress his cheek but afraid of passing through him once more.

So many, many questions swirled in her mind.

How had her Master returned?

Why had he become like this?

Master... would he leave again?