Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 903: The Auditor Has Arrived

"Good stuff."

Chen Huaian accepted the World Bone.

Although this item held no direct use for him, he considered gifting it to Li Qingran, a treasure to enhance her physique, akin to a speed-run for Body Cultivators. Each World Bone, he mused, would also bestow a unique ability upon her.

He conceded that the power hierarchy of this Canglan World was indeed inferior to Cangyun's, yet its distinct power system offered cultivators from the Cangyun Realm an additional layer of enhancement.

Take this World Bone, for instance.

At equivalent cultivation levels, a cultivator possessing a World Bone would undoubtedly prove superior to one without.

Li Qingran, too, gazed at the World Bone, a radiant smile gracing her features.

However, her thoughts diverged entirely from Chen Huaian's.

"Qingran, this World Bone is excellent. Take it and absorb its essence,"

Chen Huaian presented the World Bone to Li Qingran.

With the impending fusion of the two realms, the Canglan World's fate was sealed. Consequently, he deemed it imperative to bolster Li Qingran's strength. The more potent she became, the fewer worries would burden him when confronting formidable adversaries in the future.

Li Qingran accepted the World Bone with care, her eyelashes fluttering, her eyes and brows curving into crescents. "Husband, your disciple does not require this. I shall use it to prepare soup for you, may I? This is the essence extracted from a World Beast! It must be incredibly nourishing!"

Her internal thoughts revealed a hopeful anticipation: perhaps after consuming the soup brewed from this World Bone, her master could gradually mend his True Body.

Then, she would once again be able to hold her tangible master.

At that moment, the suffering of a year's longing could be resolved in a single morning and evening.

Yet, these words struck Bixixi and the other native Battle Masters like a bolt from the blue.

A... a million-year World Beast's World Bone... intended for soup?

The instant these words escaped her lips.

The entire assembly was engulfed in shock.

"Wh... what did you just say, Li Qingran?"

Bixixi, standing nearby, staggered, nearly dropping her scepter.

The few Battle Masters who had just been rendered speechless by the million-year World Ring now stared at her, eyes wide as if she were utterly mad.

World Bone. Making soup.

Individually, these two terms were perfectly comprehensible.

However, when juxtaposed, they defied all logic.

It was crucial to understand that this was a supreme treasure capable of inducing a qualitative transformation in a Battle Master's spiritual power, potentially even granting them the divine potential to ascend!

And Li Qingran intended to cast it into a cauldron, adding scallions, ginger, and garlic for a stew?

Upon further reflection, a World Bone was merely bone, devoid of meat. Would soup derived from it even possess a palatable taste...

"Such a colossal waste of resources! An utter squandering of nature's bounty!"

An elderly Battle Master clutched his chest, his heart aching, and moved to dissuade her, but Bixixi intervened.

"Qingran..." Bixixi took a deep, steadying breath, striving to maintain the Pope's dignified composure, though her voice betrayed a tremor. "This... this is a Wisdom Skull Bone. Its absorption would empower your spiritual strength and defense. Utilizing it for soup... isn't that somewhat..."

Excessively wasteful!

This act was akin to using the legendary He Shi Bi jade as a mere prop for a table leg, or employing the Imperial Seal to crack open walnuts!

"So what if it is?"

Li Qingran cradled the skull bone, tilting her chin upward slightly, her face adorned with an air of unassailable logic:

"This magnificent beast was slain by my husband. The spoils of war rightfully belong to him."

"What belongs to my husband is also mine. I am at liberty to dispose of it as I see fit."

"Furthermore, when measured against wisdom or spiritual power, my husband's well-being holds paramount importance!"

Within her personal framework of understanding, her master represented the absolute pinnacle of existence.

Anything that offered even the slightest iota of benefit to him, be it a million-year World Bone or even a divine godhood, she would readily shatter and boil into a simple congee.

The assembled group found themselves utterly speechless.

They yearned to voice their objections but hesitated, constrained by apprehension.

For the enigmatic White-clothed Swordsman stood present, an imposing figure, uttering not a single word.

Upon the ethereal long sword he held, the residual warmth from his recent slaying of the million-year World Beast seemed to linger palpably.

Even as a mere Battle Soul, he possessed the terrifying might to fell a million-year World Beast with a solitary sword stroke.

Who among them would dare to cast aspersions upon his beloved "little darling wife" within his very presence?

Bixixi opened her mouth, the words poised to emerge, but ultimately retracted them.

Her gaze shifted, conveying a silent plea towards Chen Huaian.

In her estimation, this mysterious, inscrutable, and heaven-defyingly powerful... Battle Soul,

would definitely not tolerate such utterly absurd nonsense, right?

That was simply an insult to power itself.

However.

One second.

Two seconds.

That figure in white stood in place, motionless.

He maintained the posture of handing over the bone, his expression indifferent, his gaze profound, as if he had turned into a statue at this moment.

Seeing this, Bixixi felt a surge of joy in her heart. Could it be that this powerful figure was also angered by what Li Qingran said?

But what she didn't know was—Chen Huaian currently dared not move.

Because, the moment he had just slain North-South Green Bean Haimi and forcibly tore apart the other's soul to seize the million-year World Ring.

A terrifying storm.

Had descended abruptly, without warning, into the depths of his Divine Soul space.

...

Deep within the Sea of Consciousness.

The originally snow-filled, vast and boundless silent world had suddenly changed its weather at this moment.

Rumble—

A dull thunderclap, as if rolling in from beyond the Boundary Wall of the world.

The originally pure white, flawless sky was instantly shrouded by layers of thick, leaden dark clouds.

Within those dark clouds, there was no rain, only violently leaping golden electric arcs.

It was an aura that felt extremely familiar, yet also extremely alien.

Familiar, because he had seen that power before, had even used it countless times in the Cangyun Realm.

Alien, because although he had seen and used that aura, it ultimately did not belong to him.

And the bridge he used to wield that aura—the middle corpse—had been completely devoured by him.

Zzzt!

The dark clouds split apart.

A single eye, spanning the horizon, completely condensed from golden thunder, gradually took form.

It hovered above Chen Huaian's Sea of Consciousness, cold, emotionless, aloof.

That eye had not yet opened, but countless flowing Dao Rhythms and Law runes had already descended, enveloping his Divine Soul, scanning it like a precise instrument.

A cold, vast, and grand will was forcefully breaking through the soul's Barrier, probing its way in.

Chen Huaian stood deep within the Sea of Consciousness, on the snowfield condensed from Sword Intent, looking up at that terrifying golden Thunder Eye.

He knew.

The auditor... had arrived.

Had the incident last time, where he forcibly claimed the million-year World Ring to intercept Tang Ritian, finally attracted the attention of the upper corpse after all...

But, why was it so fast?

The two worlds were ultimately not interconnected, and the wills of the Heavenly Dao were incompatible.

This realm's Heavenly Dao was controlled by the Gold and Silver Dragon Kings. He also couldn't use Heaven's Calculation in the Canglan Realm through the gourd left by the middle corpse.

Unless...

Someone informed?

Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes.

Whether someone had actually informed, and exactly who it was, he had no mind to ponder further.

Now, he had to find a way to muddle through.

Once locked onto by that Thunder Eye, once it saw through that he was not that emotionless "middle corpse," but Chen Huaian with a complete sense of self-awareness...

Then what awaited him.

Would inevitably be the upper corpse's merciless—obliteration and devouring.

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