Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 222: Such a Fast Blade
Chapter 222: Such a Fast Blade
"Forget about that demonic cultivator remains. It's just an unstable puppet."
Song Chiyue manipulated the flower vines to drag the unconscious sect disciples together, separating the three chief disciples of the Sword Pavilion into a different spot.
Then, she took out spirit stones and began arranging the teleportation array. Seeing Monk Huikong still preoccupied with tracking the missing saber-wielding remains, she scoffed, "Hurry up and help set up the formation! The Lesser Secret Realm is about to close. We need to use the opening of the secret realm's gate to transfer all these materials out in one go. If anything goes wrong, there's no guarantee that we will remain as the Holy Maiden and the Buddha Child!"
Hearing this, Monk Huikong shuddered, his eyes flashing with fear.
He immediately abandoned his obsession with the missing remains and turned to assist Song Chiyue in setting up the transfer array.
"This time, so many sect disciples escaped. Won't we be exposed?" Huikong placed a magical artifact at the auxiliary array node and glanced at Song Chiyue.
"Everything in the Grandmaster's plan is interlinked. The problem outside the secret realm can be blamed on the True Martial Holy Land. As for inside…" She sneered. "Do you really think those sect disciples who escaped saw what happened inside the grand formation? Anyone who knows our secret is either a corpse or raw material now. Once we transfer these materials out, to the outside world, they're just dead bodies."
Song Chiyue smiled, her eyes filled with scorn and indifference. "And even if a few lucky ones manage to expose us, so what? Who would believe that the Holy Maiden of the Jade Pool and the Buddha Child of the Burning Purity Temple aren't righteous? Who would ever believe that the two great Holy Lands are nothing but a hellscape of cannibalism? And if worse comes to worst—there's still the True Martial Holy Land to take the blame. As long as Zhang Yibai is dead, we can pin anything on them."
"Hopefully, the Grandmasters can truly take care of Zhang Yibai," Huikong muttered, his gaze darkening.
He had witnessed Zhang Yibai’s sword firsthand.
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That day, when the three great Holy Lands were besieged by the demon clans, Zhang Yibai alone wielded twin swords, cutting his way from the southern edge of the demon army to the north. Not a single demon could last even one exchange against him. He slaughtered them so thoroughly that the demon army abandoned their weapons and fled madly into the southern wastelands. Only then did Zhang Yibai finally stop.
That battle cemented his title as the number one sword cultivator in the world.
Zhang Yibai was the eldest of the three Grandmasters, nearing the end of his lifespan.
But the closer he was to the end, the more terrifying his cultivation became.
"It's done." Song Chiyue withdrew her flower vines and clapped her hands.
In the formation behind her, the unconscious sect prodigies gradually faded from sight—some were sealed into a subspace, while others were stored in Huikong's Sumeru Ring.
Surveying the battlefield littered with corpses and the still-intact grand formation, Song Chiyue spoke indifferently, "Once we open the formation, we need to appear gravely wounded. The demonic cultivator remains can continue to pursue the more talented disciples. We will be seen as exhausted, having fought with all our strength. No one will suspect us."
Monk Huikong immediately found a spot to lie down, then punched himself in the chest, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
Cough! Cough! "I'm ready."
Song Chiyue leaned against the crumbling ruins, one hand hidden in her sleeve as she gently stroked the formation disk.
Boom!
The ground trembled as the demonic energy within the grand formation began converging toward its core.
"Brilliant plan. Truly brilliant."
A cold voice rang out from behind them.
The speaker was half-shrouded in the demonic energy beyond the bronze gate, his right hand resting on the hilt of his saber.
Even without unsheathing it, the pressure from his presence alone made the surrounding air freeze.
"Who?!"
Huikong and Song Chiyue turned sharply toward the source of the voice.
But all they could see through the dense demonic mist was a pair of crimson eyes and a vague silhouette.
Step by step, the figure approached, exuding a bone-chilling killing intent.
"No wonder every year, disciples go missing in the Central State Secret Realm. And they're always the most talented ones. Turns out you two were behind it all."
Song Chiyue narrowed her eyes. She didn’t know who this person was, but their aura wasn’t strong—just another demonic cultivator.
Her initial tension eased.
"What would a demonic cultivator like you understand? Do you know why our righteous Holy Lands have always been able to suppress you demonic cultivators? Because we know how to allocate resources! Only by gathering the best materials can we create a true powerhouse that dominates an era!"
"Extracting spiritual roots, devouring Dao bodies, transplanting dantians, seizing souls… How are you any different from the heretical and demonic paths you claim to oppose?"
Huikong and Song Chiyue exchanged a glance before sneering.
"And you, a mere demonic cultivator, dare lecture us?"
Huikong casually rotated the prayer beads in his hands. Instantly, the three motionless demonic cultivator remains around them sprang into action, closing in on the intruder.
Though their strength had weakened as the demonic energy was drawn into the formation core, they were still at the late-stage or peak Golden Core realm.
Song Chiyue’s eyes gleamed with greed as she gazed at the saber-wielding girl standing before them.
"Good, good, good! Another Dao Body, and a single-saber spiritual root, no less. A shame you've fallen into the demonic path… Since you've shown yourself, you’ll be added to our materials today."
Mo Shumei said nothing.
Her figure flickered for a brief moment.
A withered leaf, caught in mid-air between their crossed gazes, suddenly froze.
Song Chiyue’s loose strands of hair lifted despite the absence of wind.
Sching!
A flash of blood-red saber light.
The ruined wall beside the bronze gate collapsed in an instant.
"So… fast…"
Song Chiyue’s pupils contracted.
A thin red line appeared across her neck—shallow at first, then deepening—before her head tilted unnaturally.
Thud.
Her head hit the ground.
Huikong watched without a flicker of emotion.
He simply pressed his palms together and commanded the demonic cultivator remains to attack.
He even sent one charging out of the formation—to harvest more materials.
"Your saber is fast, but not fast enough to kill me!"
Behind Mo Shumei, a cluster of flower vines burst from the ground, swirling into a new form—the exact likeness of Song Chiyue.
"Tch."
The saber-wielding girl frowned.
Soul Abyss's cold voice rang in her mind.
【You only have half an incense stick's time. After that, the backlash begins immediately.】
【The second layer of the Great Sorrow Sutra can suppress and even control me, but it can't prevent the backlash…】
【If you want to survive, kill the demonic cultivator remains first, then escape. Do not fight Song Chiyue.】
"You actually care?" Mo Shumei’s jaw tightened as she watched the demonic cultivator remains and Song Chiyue close in.
She knew exactly how much this demonic saber coveted her body.
After spending so much time together, she had learned one thing—this blade was a ruthless predator that devoured everything.
Its words could never be fully trusted.
【Believe what you will. I simply refuse to end up in the hands of the Holy Land.】
【I want your body whole—not with your spiritual roots extracted, your Dao Body stolen, and your dantian ripped out, leaving you a worthless husk.】
Mo Shumei snorted, saying nothing.
She shifted her saber, redirecting her attack toward the demonic cultivator remains instead.
Both were at the peak of the Golden Core stage.
With the power of her demonic saber, she could drive them back, create an opening, and escape.
At that moment, the demonic energy fully absorbed into the formation core.
The demonic formation collapsed.
The battlefield, littered with corpses, was now fully exposed to the remaining sect disciples outside the formation.
And standing there, locked in battle with Song Chiyue—was Mo Shumei.
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