Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 171: In the End, I Still Have to Pay-to-Win

Chapter 171: In the End, I Still Have to Pay-to-Win

Night. A pitch-black night.

Wind. A bone-chilling wind.

Ji Dong leaned against the bedside, gazing at the small town beneath the night sky, an overwhelming desire for slaughter rising in his heart.

As a demonic cultivator, now that he had arrived in the mortal world, if he didn’t stir up some trouble for the righteous sects, he’d be unworthy of the title!

“Where should I start killing?” Ji Dong took a deep breath, sensing the night wind, and finally set his eyes on the mayor’s residence—it reeked of blood. A thick, nauseating stench.

“Heh… this place will do.”

His figure flickered, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared at the entrance of the mayor’s residence, where the sharp cries of a woman rang out.

“My lord, please, stop hitting her! I beg you, stop! Xiaocui is still young, she didn’t mean to disobey you…”

Inside the courtyard, an elderly man with graying hair was lashing a mother and daughter with a rattan whip studded with barbs. The two were already drenched in blood, their bodies battered beyond recognition, but the old man, panting heavily, refused to stop.

A glint of cold light flashed.

A three-foot bloodstained blade suddenly pierced through the old man’s back.

Ji Dong strode through the moonlit doorway, his black boots stepping onto the stone path, passing by the old man’s corpse, whose eyes remained wide with disbelief.

“What a marvelous spectacle.”

A drop of crimson dripped from the tip of his sword as Ji Dong casually tapped his fingers against the hilt, laughing as he observed the scene. “How amusing! They call us demonic cultivators more wicked than ghosts and monsters…” His cold, dark eyes swept across the blood-drenched courtyard, grinding half of the rattan whip under his boot. “Yet how can we compare to the so-called righteous gentlemen and their bone-peeling cruelty?”

The household servants had already been scared out of their wits, scattering in all directions.

Ji Dong swung his blade, and within moments, the entire household’s wretched lackeys had been slaughtered, leaving only the mother and daughter behind.

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Above the clouds, aboard a flying vessel, Su Qinian stared blankly at the scene below, swallowing hard. He turned to Li Qingran and hesitated.

“Patriarch… are you sure this is our target? His actions don’t seem like those of a demonic cultivator…”

Something wasn’t right. If this guy was a demonic cultivator, then what did that make their Sword Pavilion?

“Sect Master Su is absolutely right.” Pill Sect’s leader, Zhou Xuanzi, leaned against the ship’s sandalwood railing, his folding fan reflecting the silhouettes below. “But to be certain, we should examine what cultivation technique he practices. Why don’t we lower the flying vessel for a closer look?”

As soon as he spoke, the blood pooling in the courtyard suddenly surged toward Ji Dong. The mother and daughter shriveled into dry corpses in an instant.

Ji Dong’s blood-red eyes lifted toward the sky, a sinister grin spreading across his lips.

“Hiding in the shadows? Since you’re here, why not show yourselves?”

“…Alright, confirmed. He’s definitely a demonic cultivator.”

Su Qinian smacked himself in the face, filled with regret. He should’ve acted sooner—maybe then the mother and daughter wouldn’t have suffered such a fate. Rage flared in his eyes as he drew his sword and leaped off the vessel. A streak of sword light cut through the night, the iron sword tassel stretching taut in the wind, the blade aimed directly at the blood-red figure below.

“So, it’s a Sword Pavilion lackey? Good!”

Ji Dong knew his identity had been exposed. But his opponent was merely at the Late Nascent Soul Stage, and he had just consumed a vast amount of blood, bringing his secret technique to its peak. He could finish this sword cultivator within a few moves and retreat with ease.

Facing Su Qinian’s incoming strike, Ji Dong didn’t evade. Instead, he advanced, throwing out a palm.

An eye opened in his palm.

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As the blood-red pupil widened, the sword was caught mid-air.

Ji Dong’s left hand moved faster than moonlight.

Su Qinian was forced back three meters, five bloody gashes splitting open his shoulder.

“The first palm is to teach you the weight of life and death.”

The sword edge scraped against the demonic patterns in his palm, sparking embers.

Boom!

The clash of two Nascent Soul cultivators’ energies shattered the entire stone-paved street into dust.

“The second palm is to measure your journey through the underworld.”

A colossal claw formed from blood mist crashed down, reducing the mayor’s residence to rubble.

As Su Qinian retreated, he unleashed seven streaks of sword energy, but the demonic aura corroded them, leaving only three faint glimmers of light. His grip on his sword trembled—his palm had been split open to the bone.

“Oi, what the hell are you all standing around for? Get down here and help!” Su Qinian steadied himself and roared toward the flying vessel.

Ji Dong’s eyes narrowed.

More opponents?

Before he could react, an ink-black chessboard had already spread across the battlefield, its black and white pieces shifting ominously, murderous intent seeping from within.

“Zhou Xuanzi? You came to die too?”

Just by looking at the chessboard, Ji Dong immediately recognized his opponent. His gaze locked onto a figure in midair, a man holding a folding fan.

“A mere demonic cultivator dares to be so arrogant?” Zhou Xuanzi sneered, his narrow eyes glinting coldly. “You mongrel, how dare you spread demonic techniques in my Pill Sect? Today, you’ll serve as the soul of my chessboard!”

“Amitabha… This humble monk would also like to test Ji benefactor’s Heavenly Demon Art.”

Another calm voice rang out.

Ji Dong glanced sideways and spotted a bare-chested Zen Sect monk standing atop a crumbling courtyard wall, palms pressed together.

And it wasn’t just him. More than ten Nascent Soul cultivators from various sects had appeared—some were respected elders, while others were sect masters themselves.

The entire town trembled under the overwhelming pressure of their cultivation. The flying vessel’s Dao aura spread outward, shielding the town while isolating Ji Dong.

Meanwhile, Chen Huai’an silently withdrew his phone and paid ¥98, concealing his power and reputation.

At this point, even Ji Dong, as arrogant as he was, realized he was in deep trouble.

But he couldn’t understand—hadn’t that person already concealed his presence from the heavens?

If the heavenly secrets were hidden, how had these righteous sects found him?

And with so many gathered here, they had clearly planned this well in advance.

“Heh… and you lot think you can kill me?”

A crimson demonic aura surged skyward. Ji Dong stood tall before the Nascent Soul powerhouses, his presence growing more oppressive. A mocking smirk tugged at his lips.

“Good timing! Saves me the trouble of hunting you all down myself.”

Before his words had even faded, his left hand formed a seal, sending a palm strike that shattered Su Qinian’s righteous sword energy and the Zen master’s Buddhist light.

The blood mist suddenly condensed, forming a massive, sky-blotting palm that came crashing down.

Within its lines, an endless sea of blood churned, suffocating the spiritual energy for miles around.

As the righteous cultivators hastily formed a defensive formation, Ji Dong transformed into a blood cloud and fled at full speed.

“That b*****d! He’s running!”

Su Qinian barely slashed through the blood palm when Ji Dong’s eerie laughter echoed from the sky.

“After the Zhongzhou Secret Realm, my Tianmo Sect will rule the world! Prepare your necks! Hahaha—”

Strike and retreat. The perfect strategy.

Ji Dong’s blood-cloud escape technique was the best for fleeing.

Burning blood essence was a small price to pay—he had already replenished plenty earlier.

Even a Nascent Soul Perfection cultivator wouldn’t be able to catch him.

This was the confidence granted by the most powerful demonic technique of the ancient era!

Aboard the flying vessel, Chen Huai’an’s face darkened as Ji Dong neared the edge of his divine sense range.

“D**n it, a bunch of useless fools… In the end, I still have to pay-to-win!”

A screen popped up with three options:

【Top-up ¥6 to unleash the Great Sumeru Hand and instantly refine Ji Dong!】

【Top-up ¥66 to unleash a single sword strike and shatter Ji Dong’s last hope!】

【Top-up ¥666 to unleash the Great Sun Crippling Kick, granting Ji Dong an unforgettable foot fetish experience!】

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