Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 893: Bixixi's Ambition

Following the confrontation with Tang Ritian, Chen Huaian and Li Qingran made preparations to journey back to Battle Soul City.

Battle Soul City was now Li Qingran's current residence.

The conclusion of this particular match had awarded Li Qingran two coveted World Beast bones, which she had yet to secure.

Traversing the world in the corporeal form of a Battle Soul felt peculiar, akin to weightlessly drifting as if merely a feather. Chen Huaian was keen to test if these World Beast bones could aid him in recovering his physical body.

En route, Li Qingran and Chen Huaian's path intersected with the esteemed forces of the Battle Soul Hall, who were actively seeking them.

"It's Miss Li Qingran!"

"Miss Li Qingran, are you unharmed?"

Despite their formidable combat prowess far surpassing Li Qingran's current level, the assembled individuals harbored a clear understanding: their strength was but an ephemeral advantage. Given the exceptional talent Li Qingran had demonstrated, it was a certainty that, provided she survived, she would eventually ascend to a position of dominance over them.

Moreover, given the Pope's profound favor towards Li Qingran, even Battle Masters exceeding the ninetieth level displayed a remarkable deference in her presence, their demeanors tinged with a distinct air of respect.

"I am well," Li Qingran replied, her eyes blinking softly.

Truth be told, a flicker of apprehension had indeed stirred within her when Tang Ritian had apprehended her.

Her concern stemmed from the knowledge that an individual like Tang Ritian was invariably linked to a formidable power structure.

She had worried if her Master's decisive action in dispatching Tang Ritian with a single sword strike might inadvertently invite repercussions upon the Battle Soul Hall.

Naturally, such anxieties had been relevant only prior to Tang Ritian's demise.

Now that Tang Ritian had been irrevocably slain, dwelling on such matters was rendered utterly pointless.

Irrespective of the circumstances, with her Master by her side, her sole responsibility was to assist him in acquiring potent World Rings henceforth, thereby facilitating the gradual restoration of her Master's power to its former zenith.

"Miss Qingran, how... how did you manage to extricate yourself from the clutches of that man, Tang Ritian?"

One Battle Master scrutinized Li Qingran from head to toe, noting her lack of any physical harm, and inquired with palpable suspicion, "It is widely known that Tang Ritian executes his plans with ruthless efficiency. We had all presumed that you would... Did he, by some chance, alter his customary disposition and grant you release?"

"No," Li Qingran responded, gesturing with her hands. "His intention was to end my life."

"Then, in that case, how did you..."

"However, my husband intervened and eliminated him instead~"

Li Qingran let out a lighthearted giggle, summoning Chen Huaian in his Battle Soul manifestation. She then presented him before the assembled group, as if proudly displaying a treasured plaything.

Chen Huaian, finding himself with no alternative but to comply, adopted a posture of poised elegance, sword in hand, a facade of cool handsomeness.

He was, after all, obliged to protect his beloved wife's reputation.

"What? Tang Ritian is deceased?"

"Slain by your husband, you say..."

"Hiss—!"

A symphony of sharp, indrawn breaths echoed through the assembled crowd.

A Battle Soul functioning as a husband, a Battle Ancestor responsible for the demise of a Peak Battle Master... a confluence of seemingly incompatible concepts.

These pronouncements, which logically should never have been associated, were seamlessly woven into sentences emanating from Li Qingran, creating a narrative that was both bewildering and defied conventional understanding.

Even having previously witnessed Chen Huaian's manifestation, the sight of this swordsman Battle Soul clad in white, even after centuries of life, failed to diminish the onlookers' sense of awe.

"Indeed, the world is vast and full of marvels..." a Battle Master mused, shaking his head slowly. "However, Miss Qingran, your... ah, husband Battle Soul also lacks a World Ring; how then could he have directly vanquished Tang Ritian?"

"Precisely! Tang Ritian was a Peak Battle Master!"

"Even in a direct confrontation, none of us could match Tang Ritian. Only by pooling our strength could we even hope to contend, and even then, victory would not be assured..."

Upon hearing these remarks, Chen Huaian's lips curved into a subtle smile, and his feet began to glow.

A World Ring, shimmering with a pale golden hue, materialized. While its connection to the ancient Mountain-Sea Whale had been meticulously erased, the formidable pressure emanating from the million-year-old World Ring remained palpable.

A collective silence descended upon the onlookers,

their gazes fixed, transfixed upon the pale golden World Ring, utterly speechless.

After a considerable pause.

"Hiss—! This... this is a million-year World Ring?"

"Heavens above... The inaugural World Ring is one of a million years? Did Miss Qingran herself fell a million-year World Beast?!"

Exclamations of astonishment erupted in rapid succession.

The assembled group of veteran cultivators found their eyes widening in disbelief.

The scene unfolding before them had profoundly shattered the boundaries of their comprehension.

"This Venerable One encountered a million-year World Beast along the way. That World Beast perceived a kinship with This Venerable One and, in a spontaneous act, offered its own life," Chen Huaian declared, his expression earnest, attempting to lend a semblance of plausibility to the existence of the million-year World Ring.

However, the attention of these seasoned individuals appeared to have been diverted elsewhere.

"Good grief! The Battle Soul... it actually spoke?"

"Good heavens, a Battle Soul can speak like a real person? My wife has been dead for over ten years, can I make her into my Battle Soul? I miss her..."

Chen Huaian: "..."

"Alright, stop surrounding Miss Qingran."

Seeing Li Qingran and Chen Huaian being gawked at like monkeys in a zoo, the leading Battle Soul Hall Battle Master coughed lightly. "Tang Ritian is dead, and Miss Qingran has returned safely. These are both good things!

We should first take Miss Qingran back to report the situation to Your Holiness the Pope.

What's the point of staying crowded here?"

Hearing this, everyone suddenly realized and escorted Li Qingran back to the Battle Soul Hall.

…

Pope's Hall, council chamber.

Vast, desolate.

Tap, tap, tap.

The sound of high heels striking the ground,

echoed within the deathly silent great hall, carrying a sense of anxiety.

Bixixi stood with her hands behind her back, pacing back and forth before that Pope's throne symbolizing supreme power. Her stunning, majestic face rarely carried a trace of gloom.

Tang Ritian had made his move.

That madman had kidnapped the Battle Soul Hall's future hope.

If something happened to Li Qingran, causing the deity behind her to become angry...

The consequences would be unimaginable!

"Report—!!!"

A hurried shout shattered the hall's oppressive atmosphere.

A red-robed Deacon stumbled into the hall, his face filled with wild joy and disbelief:

"Your Holiness! She's... she's back!"

"Miss Qingran is safe and sound! She's right outside the hall!"

Bixixi whirled around, her phoenix eyes flashing with intense light.

Before she could speak, at the hall entrance, that familiar white figure had already stepped inside.

Although Li Qingran's clothes were somewhat wrinkled and her hair slightly disheveled, she clearly had no injuries on her body. The smiling, leisurely expression at the corner of her mouth made it seem as if she had just returned from an outing.

"Your Holiness, I'm back."

Li Qingran bowed slightly, her tone light and cheerful.

Bixixi's tense nerves suddenly relaxed. She quickly descended the steps, her gaze sweeping over Li Qingran repeatedly. Only after confirming she wasn't missing any arms or legs did she let out a long sigh of relief.

But immediately after, the accompanying Elder's report made her mind go blank.

Tang Ritian, dead.

First World Ring, million-year.

Bixixi's pupils instantly contracted to pinpoints.

She sharply raised her head, staring fixedly at that ethereal white-clothed man beside Li Qingran.

Chen Huaian held his sword with one hand, quietly floating in mid-air.

Beneath his feet, that pale golden million-year World Ring pulsed slowly, emanating an ancient, primordial aura from time immemorial.

That aura was too heavy, pressing down until the air in the great hall became thick and viscous.

"It's really... a million-year..."

Bixixi murmured to herself, her fingers gripping the scepter turning white from the force.

And Tang Ritian, that existence that had kept her awake at night,

had actually just... died like this?

Died at the hands of this humanoid Battle Soul that didn't even have a physical body?

"Good... good! Good!!"

Bixixi said "good" three times in a row, the shock in her eyes rapidly transforming into wild joy.

Since the white-clothed swordsman was Li Qingran's Battle Soul, then the people the swordsman killed were killed by Li Qingran; the power the swordsman possessed was the power of the Battle Soul Hall!

At this moment, the way she looked at Chen Huaian changed.

No longer wary, but... appreciative.

This man was born exceptionally well.

White clothes purer than snow, pale hair like silver.

That kind of transcendent, clear coldness detached from the mundane world, that kind of solitary arrogance that viewed all living beings as mere grass—completely different from those reckless brutes in this mortal world who only knew how to fight and show off.

He even possessed more divinity than the so-called angel statues she had seen.

"Qingran... your husband is truly remarkable!"

Bixixi walked forward, her burning gaze examining Chen Huaian as if appreciating a rare treasure.

Li Qingran: "???"

Wait, why did that sound so strange?

She glanced at Bixixi, her eyes wary.

Even if it was the Pope before her, even if it were a true deity, if they dared try to steal her husband, she would turn hostile.

Chen Huaian slightly lowered his gaze, meeting the eyes of this Pope who held power over the world.

His gaze was calm, neither subservient nor arrogant.

"Interesting."

A playful curve appeared at the corner of Bixixi's mouth.

She withdrew her gaze, looking back at Li Qingran. Her voice regained its usual authority, but carried a gentleness never heard before: "Qingran, you have accomplished a great feat."

"Now that Tang Ritian has met his demise, the Ritian Sect is left without a leader. This means our Battle Soul Hall faces no further threats from that quarter."

"Tell me, what reward do you seek?"

She was a person who maintained a clear distinction between rewards and punishments.

Furthermore, in confronting such a prodigy, she felt compelled to utilize the most abundant resources to firmly secure her allegiance to the Battle Soul Hall's cause.

Upon hearing this, Li Qingran's eyes sparkled with anticipation.

She offered no polite refusal; instead, she directly linked arms with Chen Huaian and declared with unwavering conviction:

"Your Holiness, I desire World Rings. And World Bones."

"The higher the quality, the better. The older the provenance, the better."

"I intend to nurture my husband... until he is robust and radiant!"

Only by aiding her Master in regaining his full strength could she find true peace of mind.

Bixixi was momentarily taken aback, then erupted into laughter.

Her laughter was so profound it shook her body, filled with an ambition that knew no bounds.

"Nurture him?"

Bixixi turned, proceeding with measured steps back towards the Pope's grand throne. She abruptly pivoted and settled upon it, her scepter striking the ground with a decisive impact.

*Thud!*

"Granted."

Her voice reverberated throughout the expansive hall, infused with a chilling, iron-fisted resolve.

"This Venerable One was already contemplating an expedition to hunt high-level World Beasts."

"Initially, I harbored concerns about insufficient personnel. However, with your presence now, and with this..."

She cast a glance towards Chen Huaian, her gaze sharp with a desire to dominate the entire continent.

"...this companion of a million years."

"The vast forests and boundless oceans of this Canglan Continent shall transform into our personal hunting grounds, ripe for the taking at our whim."

Bixixi leaned forward slightly, fixing her gaze upon Li Qingran, each word delivered with deliberate clarity:

"Since your aim is to nurture him, then cultivate the absolute strongest."

"This Venerable One shall elevate you to a status..."

"Unrivaled beneath the heavens!"

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