Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 206: Sword Spiritual Root

Chapter 206: Sword Spiritual Root

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi, Song Chiyue.

The First Disciple of Zhenwu, Qin Luofeng.

The Foremost Monk of Fanjing’s Hui Generation, Master Huikong.

These three were the most gifted young cultivators of their time. Not yet thirty years old, their cultivation bases were already near the Nascent Soul Stage.

Song Chiyue had a Pure Wood Spiritual Root, a First-Grade Dantian, and was at Golden Core Peak.

Qin Luofeng had a Pure Sword Spiritual Root, a Second-Grade Dantian, and was at Late Golden Core Stage.

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Master Huikong had a Pure True Fire Spiritual Root, a Second-Grade Dantian, and was at Golden Core Peak.

Beyond their innate talents, these three also had the overwhelming resources of their Holy Lands backing them.

The weapons they wielded, the treasures they carried, and the trump cards hidden on them were beyond the imagination of ordinary cultivators.

As soon as Jade Yao finished speaking, the three young prodigies stepped forward, each followed by three disciples—the core disciples of their Holy Lands, whose talent ranked just below the three prodigies. These disciples, ranging from Early to Late Golden Core Stage, would enter the Zhongzhou Secret Realm alongside them.

Song Chiyue stood beside Jade Yao and gracefully bowed.

Her appearance and demeanor were a mirror image of Jade Yao, even her clothing style was identical.

If not for the fact that everyone knew Jade Yao had never taken a Dao Companion, it would be easy to mistake Song Chiyue as her daughter or younger sister.

Qin Luofeng had a handsome yet solemn expression, dressed in a simple gray-white Daoist robe. A sword case rested on his back, and a Celestial Crane stood quietly beneath his feet. He remained silent behind Zhang Yibai, his presence exuding both calmness and sharpness.

Master Huikong, on the other hand, stood bare-chested, his muscular torso coiled with red-hot flame patterns, making him look like a dragon incarnate. Yet, his face was delicate and refined—so much so that if he dressed as a woman and wore a wig, he could easily pass as one.

"Enough, go inside. The other cultivators have been waiting long enough—they’re bound to start complaining soon."

With a flick of Zhang Yibai’s dust whisk, a formless force propelled the twelve disciples toward the bronze doors of the minor secret realm.

The young elites turned back to bow deeply toward their respective Holy Lords before stepping through the gate.

With the prodigies gone, it was time for the disciples of various sects to enter.

"The so-called Holy Land prodigies… Heh. This is it?"

Chen Huai’an shook his head.

He could clearly see their stats.

And to be honest, they didn’t even come close to his Qingran baby.

Sure, Li Qingran wasn’t at Golden Core Stage yet.

But how old was she?

She wasn’t even twenty!

The youngest among the Holy Land prodigies, Song Chiyue, was already twenty-seven.

In modern terms, she was on the verge of becoming a "leftover woman", a prime target for family-arranged marriage pressure.

Unlike his Qingran baby, who was still fresh and tender~

"Master, those are the Holy Land prodigies… You shouldn't say that…"

Li Qingran tiptoed and lowered her voice, glancing around nervously.

She had heard that Holy Lords were exceptionally prideful and protective.

Even though her master hadn’t said much, his disdainful and mocking tone was already an insult to them.

"I'm just stating the facts."

Chen Huai’an flicked open his folding fan with a crisp snap and gently lifted Li Qingran’s chin with the edge.

The silver bells on her ankle jingled as she stumbled, almost falling onto the dragon throne.

"Master!"

Li Qingran hastily steadied herself with her sword hilt, the red tassel wrapped around her wrist swaying lightly.

In the single sliver of light beneath the Holy Pavilion, the faint blush at the tip of her ear spread down her neck like cinnabar ink bleeding into parchment.

They were very close.

Less than a fist’s distance apart.

If she took just half a step forward, their lips would touch.

Was Master going to…?

"You're about to enter the secret realm. I have something for you."

Chen Huai’an had pulled her close not to tease her.

Li Qingran had finally reached Foundation Establishment Peak, unlocking her final Battle Order reward—Sword Spiritual Root.

And not just one, but two Sword Spiritual Roots.

One for him. One for her.

Li Qingran stared at the silver miniature sword floating in her master’s palm.

Without a doubt—it was a Pure Sword Spiritual Root.

According to the Heavenly Craft Record, there were three ways for Spiritual Roots to be born:

Innate Spiritual Roots, granted at birth.

Artificial Transfer, using secret techniques to graft them.

Natural Formation, birthed by heaven and earth.

Sword Spiritual Roots were especially unique, as they were not part of the Five Elements.

When sword intent gathered in one place for a thousand years, its sheer sharpness could pierce through ley lines, condensing into sword-shaped crystal clusters within Spirit Stone veins.

These crystals sang under moonlight and vanished under sunlight, requiring the seal of supreme sword intent to preserve their energy.

Through special secret techniques, even a cultivator’s Spiritual Root could be extracted and sold as a resource.

Of course, this practice was strictly forbidden in the righteous path and was typically done by demonic cultivators.

Some old monsters, when facing a lifespan bottleneck, would resort to desperate measures—either by possessing a more talented youth, or by stealing another’s Dantian, Dao Body, or Spiritual Root to strengthen themselves.

This not only helped breakthrough barriers but also extended their lifespan.

As for the disastrous heavenly tribulations such actions invited in the future…

That was a problem for later.

At the end of one’s lifespan, nothing mattered.

As long as they lived, there was still a sliver of hope.

And now, Master was gifting this precious Sword Spiritual Root to her?

If word got out, it would undoubtedly cause a bloodbath. Its value was on par with the greatest treasures within the secret realm.

She had thought her master was about to… get closer to her.

"Master, this is far too valuable. I…"

Li Qingran hesitated, bowing her head in refusal.

She was his disciple, yes, but she couldn't be greedy.

Her master was a sword cultivator—surely, this was far more useful for him.

However, the next second—her master casually pulled out another one.

Li Qingran’s eyes widened in shock.

Master’s left hand now held a second Sword Spiritual Root.

"What's the matter? Is this thing rare?"

Chen Huai’an raised a brow.

"I already have a Sword Spiritual Root. Now I have two extra. Do you want it or not? If you don’t, I’ll just throw it away~"

He swung his arm as if about to toss it.

"Master, no!"

Li Qingran lunged forward, wrapping her arms around his to stop him—only to end up snatching the Sword Spiritual Root.

"Fine! I’ll take it!"

She held it tightly, torn between laughter and exasperation.

This priceless treasure, and Master was treating it like garbage?

Did he want to turn the secret realm entrance into a warzone?

Chen Huai’an lightly tapped her forehead with his fan, his expression suddenly stern.

"From now on, whatever I give you, you are not allowed to refuse."

"If you refuse, I’ll—"

"—Throw me away too?"

Li Qingran pouted, rubbing her forehead, nose slightly scrunched in defiance.

"…Ahem. Enough nonsense. Hurry up and refine it."

"I don’t know how~ Master, help me~"

Like hell she didn’t know.

Chen Huai’an chuckled at her puppy-eyed act.

Fine. He'd help her refine it himself.

…

Not far away, Yue Qianchi rolled her eyes as she mimicked Li Qingran’s tone.

"Master, I don’t know how~ Please help me~"

Li Qingran shuddered, biting her lip as her face flushed scarlet.

"Stand up straight. Stop twisting around."

Behind her, Su Qinian swiftly kicked Yue Qianchi.

This damn disciple—was she planning to tear down the entire Sword Pavilion one day?