Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 905: Death or a Chance for You?

"Husband, are you alright?"

Li Qingran was the first to notice Chen Huaian's restored state.

At the same time, the dark clouds and thunder in the sky gradually dispersed, and that majestic aura from the Cangyun Realm also faded away.

"Your Master is fine."

Chen Huaian shook his head and comfortingly patted Li Qingran's head.

However, his hand simply passed right through, making him involuntarily frown.

Even after absorbing two million-year World Rings, his physical body still showed no signs of recovery.

Could he possibly... continue living in the form of a Battle Soul forever?

Without a physical body as a vessel, one is ultimately fragile.

That suffocating pressure also dissipated.

Bixixi straightened her disheveled papal robes and looked at the man in white. The awe in her eyes was now as vast as a surging river.

Even "Heavenly Punishment" couldn't do anything to him.

Just how strong was this man...

And what kind of background did he possess?

She didn't dare to contemplate it. Could he be the avatar of some deity?

"Esteemed Sir..."

Bixixi stepped forward, her posture extremely deferential.

She pointed at the mountains and plains of World Beast corpses in the distance, and the three shivering hundred-thousand-year World Beasts:

"These World Beasts... how should they be dealt with?"

Even though she and her subordinates had slain many of these World Beasts, Bixixi understood that if not for Chen Huaian, they would have already succumbed to the bloody maws of the north and south green bean hikikomoris. Therefore, all these World Beasts belonged to Chen Huaian, which could also be considered repayment for his life-saving grace.

Before Chen Huaian could speak.

Li Qingran had already rushed out like a diligent little bee.

"Don't move! Everyone, don't move!"

She rummaged through the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, completely indifferent to the foul-smelling blood staining her skirt.

Soon, her eyes lit up as she dug out a crystalline leg bone from the corpse of a ten-thousand-year ghost tiger.

"Found it!"

The young girl held the World Bone as if it were a rare treasure.

"Husband! This bone looks like it has very full marrow! It must be very nourishing!"

Chen Huaian's mouth twitched.

This little lass still hadn't given up on using big bones to make soup to restore his physical body...

Well, fine. It was just a low-grade World Bone anyway, so trying it out wouldn't hurt.

A quarter of an hour later.

Right on this devastated battlefield, a large black pot, found from who-knows-where, was set up.

Bubble, bubble.

The soup broth churned. It was a thick ten-thousand-year World Bone soup simmered slowly with Phoenix True Fire.

Fragrance wafted everywhere, carrying a wild, meaty aroma.

Li Qingran scooped a bowl full and handed it to Chen Huaian with expectant eyes:

"Husband, drink it while it's hot."

Chen Huaian looked at that bowl of soup.

Then he looked at Li Qingran's sparkling eyes, bright with anticipation.

Then he looked at his own pair of... transparent hands.

He helplessly scratched his head.

"Qingran."

"Your Master... it seems... can't drink it."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingran pouted, her eyes dimming slightly.

She lowered her head, gently kicking a pebble on the ground with her toe, her voice tinged with a hint of grievance:

"Master is so powerful, even if you're just a Battle Soul, you definitely could drink it... Are you just making an excuse to brush me off?"

"Does Master... not wish to restore your physical body? Does Master... not wish to touch Qingran?"

"Every time I want to hug you, I pass right through... like hugging a ball of air." The girl's voice carried a slight sob.

"I don't want to hug air. I want to hug my husband. A husband with body warmth, with a heartbeat."

Chen Huaian’s heart softened.

He remained silent for a moment.

Without explanation, he slowly lowered his head and leaned close to the bowl of soup.

Divine Soul circulation.

Whoosh—

The essence within the bowl of soup transformed into wisps of white vapor, which he inhaled through his nose.

As the essence was absorbed, his soul body did indeed solidify a bit, but only a bit.

That was ultimately a replenishment of Soul Power, not a regeneration of flesh and blood.

"See."

Chen Huaian spread his hands, giving a helpless smile.

"World Bones nourish the soul, not the physical body."

Li Qingran eyed the still-empty bowl, feeling somewhat sullen.

Though such a result was somewhat anticipated...

"It's alright."

Chen Huaian's illusory hand rested atop her head.

Although there was no tactile sensation, that gentleness was still conveyed.

"There are many paths."

"The urgent task at hand is to help you become stronger."

"Should you achieve the might to shatter this world's decree, perhaps a path for your Master to reclaim his physical form will emerge."

Li Qingran let out a small sniffle.

Lifting her gaze, the haze of despair vanished, replaced by a flicker of resolute determination:

"My husband speaks the truth. I shall diligently pursue greater strength. Once sufficiently powerful, I will scour the world for all manner of treasures to aid you in restoring your physical body, my love!"

Not far away.

Observing the pair casually discussing "drinking bone broth" as if it were an everyday occurrence, the three hundred-thousand-year-old World Beasts huddled in a corner felt an icy dread creep into their souls.

Utterly barbaric.

That woman had actually used a World Bone to prepare a soup!

And that man had actually drained it completely!

Demons!

They were unequivocally demons!

"Then these three..." Bixixi gestured towards Little Rabbit, Jadewater Jiao, and the Purple-Gold Flame Bear, "Shall we eliminate them?"

"No."

Chen Huaian turned, his gaze settling upon the three creatures.

"We shall keep them alive."

"However, I desire their bones and rings."

Bixixi was taken aback, and the Battle Masters nearby exchanged bewildered glances.

"Esteemed Sir... this..."

"To seize the bone and ring necessitates the World Beast's demise. Such is the unyielding law of the Canglan Realm."

How could they drop loot if they didn't perish?

Chen Huaian disregarded the pervasive confusion.

With his hands clasped behind his back, he advanced deliberately towards the trio of World Beasts.

Tap, tap, tap.

His footsteps, though light, felt like hammer blows upon their very hearts.

"Roar!"

Despite their dire fear, the Purple-Gold Flame Bear and Jadewater Jiao, pushed to the brink, unleashed their primal fury.

They positioned themselves protectively before Little Rabbit, rising to their feet, prepared for a final, desperate stand.

Chen Huaian merely cast a dismissive glance their way.

Hum.

Two millennia-old World Rings materialized beneath Chen Huaian's feet.

The sheer pressure emanating from his Golden Immortal Divine Soul descended like an immense, crushing weight, instantly snapping their spines.

"Kneel."

Thud.

The two hundred-thousand-year overlords, before any notion of defiance could even form, were forced to their knees, their impact gouging deep craters into the earth.

Chen Huaian approached the trembling Little Rabbit.

Her human form was exquisitely delicate, akin to carved jade, yet her face was now contorted with sheer terror, her tear-filled eyes resembling glistening rubies.

Chen Huaian extended his hand, holding it poised just above her head.

"Remain still."

The Purple-Gold Flame Bear attempted another roar, but a sharp, cold glare from Chen Huaian abruptly silenced the sound, forcing it back down its throat.

"Cause further disturbance, and This Venerable One will have an additional delicacy for this evening's meal."

An absolute silence enveloped the area.

Chen Huaian closed his eyes. His Divine Sense surged outward like liquid metal, swiftly permeating Little Rabbit's entire being—her meridians, her bones, her Qi and blood.

A moment later.

He opened his eyes, the corner of his mouth twisting into a knowing smirk.

Precisely as anticipated.

Although the underlying power systems differed, the fundamental body structure and the pathways of her meridians bore a striking resemblance to the Demon Race found within the Cangyun Realm...

Essentially identical.

Both methodologies involved harnessing the heaven and earth's Spiritual Energy, refining the physical form, and coalescing a central core.

Given this understanding...

"My woman possesses a soft heart and does not wish your demise."

Chen Huaian addressed Little Rabbit, his tone devoid of emotion.

"However, This Venerable One requires your essence to further her cultivation."

"Therefore, This Venerable One presents you, and indeed all of you... with a choice."

He raised a single finger.

"Perish, your forms reduced to mere dust."

Then, he raised a second finger.

"Alternatively, willingly surrender your World Ring and World Bone unto This Venerable One."

"In return..."

Chen Huaian's finger gently brushed against Little Rabbit's brow.

A faint golden spark traced its path from his fingertip, entering her Sea of Consciousness.

This was no mere Battle Technique.

It was the most profound cultivation art of the Cangyun Realm's Demon Race—the "Heavenly Demon Body Refinement."

"This Venerable One shall impart unto you..."

"The methods of demonic cultivation, the secrets of regeneration, and the path to... achieving godhood."

Little Rabbit's body abruptly froze.

Within her mind, a magnificent, intricate, and reality-altering scripture unfurled.

Demons harness the cosmic Fortune, reversing Yin and Yang and the Five Elements. As long as the Demon Core remains intact, the demonic form is eternally preserved...

Her eyes widened incrementally.

What... what arcane knowledge was this?

This was utterly alien to this world!

Its profundity dwarfed any so-called cultivation method within her inherited memories by tens of thousands of times!

If one were to cultivate following this scripture...

Offering a single World Ring or a single bone would be a trifling matter.As long as the Demon Core persists, and the origin remains intact, those external components could regenerate after an eighty to a hundred-year recuperation period! Potentially... becoming even more formidable than their prior state! This represents... A stroke of luck! "Make your choice." Chen Huaian retracted his hand, gazing at the utterly astonished Little Rabbit, and spoke with an air of disinterest: "To face death." "Or to grant yourselves a sliver of hope."