Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 234: Now, Can I Kill You?

Chapter 234: Now, Can I Kill You?

A thunderous roar erupted from Burning Purity Holy Land’s sect grounds.

A towering Angry Vajra Dharma Form rose to the sky, pointing toward the teleportation gate near the secret realm.

With a golden light descending, Li Qingran’s figure—cradling the unconscious demon cultivator girl—was fully exposed before the gathered cultivators.

The golden light acted like a prison, locking Li Qingran in place, rendering her immobile.

“Sword Pavilion harboring a demon cultivator? Impossible!”

“Yeah, the Sword Pavilion may be unconventional, but they’d never shelter demon cultivators!”

“Look! That female sword cultivator is holding a girl tainted with demonic aura! And she has a demonic blade at her waist!”

“That’s… the Demon Blade Soul Abyss! Do you remember the great battle three years ago? We all thought Soul Abyss was destroyed, but someone actually took possession of it!”

The crowd erupted into a heated discussion, pointing at the girl trapped within the Buddhist light.

More and more disciples were teleporting out of the secret realm, with fewer corpses falling—but still, the surroundings were dyed blood-red.

A female disciple from Spirit Beast Sect knelt in a pool of blood, cradling the lifeless body of a young man in blue robes. His chest was riddled with wounds, his flesh torn open, and dark purple demonic energy seeped from his injuries.

“These… these wounds are all from a blade!”

Her reddened eyes locked onto Li Qingran with hatred, teeth clenched in fury. “My senior brother was killed by a demon cultivator! Who’s to say… it wasn’t the one you’re holding?!”

The demonic aura emanating from the Demon Blade Soul Abyss was overwhelming.

Normally, Mo Shumei could conceal it using the Great Lamentation Sutra.

But now, unconscious and provoked by the Burning Purity Holy Light, the sword’s killing intent and demonic energy clashed violently against the Buddhist radiance.

“That’s not what happened! Burning Purity Holy Land and Jade Pool Holy Land set a trap! They lured the cultivators into the ancient sect ruins only to slaughter them all!”

Li Qingran desperately explained, but her words were met with nothing but cold laughter from a Burning Purity elder.

“Ridiculous! If our Holy Land truly had such malicious intent, tell me—what reason would we have?”

“To steal resources from ordinary sect disciples?”

“The Three Great Holy Lands are the resources. Would we really need to compete with minor sects?”

Li Qingran glanced at the Arhat Dharma Form—its appearance bore a striking resemblance to Huikong, the monk who had died in the secret realm.

She had been extremely cautious when exiting the realm with the demon cultivator girl, making sure no demonic aura leaked.

She had deliberately avoided the crowd, moving discreetly—yet the Burning Purity elder had found them instantly.

And not only that, he had used Buddhist Light to forcibly expose the girl’s demonic energy, as if he had known all along what had happened in the secret realm…

As if he had known she was a demon cultivator!

“This esteemed Burning Purity master speaks sense. Why would a Holy Land do something so dishonorable?”

“Exactly! If you’re going to fabricate lies, at least make them believable.”

“The Three Great Holy Lands have been revered since their founding. They possess limitless resources—why would they need to prey on lesser sects?”

“Such a shame. These two girls are stunning, but they’ve chosen the wrong path…”

No one believed Li Qingran’s words.

To them, her accusations were absurd.

Would a Holy Land target sect disciples? That was like an elephant deliberately hunting ants—was there any need?

“I’m telling the truth! I saved her because she once saved me from that monk, Huikong! It is Burning Purity and Jade Pool Holy Land who are the true butchers of cultivators!”

Li Qingran stood alone amidst the glaring Buddhist light.

Countless eyes, filled with hatred and disdain, burned into her like searing brands.

Someone among the crowd shouted "Execute the demon witch!"

Gradually, the chant spread—echoing relentlessly.

Her grip on her sword tightened, her knuckles turning white.

The wind lifted her sleeve, revealing three scorched marks on her wrist—wounds from her battle with Huikong.

“Why… won’t you believe me?”

“I’m telling the truth…”

The Burning Purity Holy Land’s sect grounds loomed over the minor secret realm like an ominous storm cloud. Bloodstained Demon-Confining Chains dangled, their shadows dyeing half the cliffs in ink-black.

Master Burning Heart pressed his palms together in a mockery of piety, sneering as he sent a Buddhist seal hurtling toward Li Qingran.

“Sheltering a demon cultivator makes you a demon cultivator. And now, you even dare to twist the truth? Ridiculous! Look around—do you see anyone who believes you?”

"I do."

A calm voice rang out.

And the chaos fell silent.

A terrifying aura of absolute supremacy descended, silencing the crowd.

Li Qingran’s lashes trembled.

From the sky, streaks of silver-white sword energy rained down—

With just its presence, the Buddhist Light Prison crumbled.

The hem of a black robe swept past her bloodless fingertips.

The man stood before her, hands behind his back—blocking Burning Heart’s Buddhist seal.

Clang!

A flash of sword light—

The Buddhist seal exploded into fragments of golden fire.

Chen Huai’an narrowed his eyes at the Arhat Dharma Form.

At the Void Refinement Realm, he no longer needed to draw his sword—

A single glance, a slight movement—his sword intent alone could kill.

“Master…”

A trembling voice came from behind.

“Master, I’m telling the truth…”

“No need to explain.” Chen Huai’an tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a faint smile.

“I know my disciple’s character better than anyone.”

“Even if the entire world is wrong, my disciple can never be wrong.”

Li Qingran froze.

The sword tassel at her master’s hilt swayed in the wind, blurring into a streak of crimson in her vision.

The deafening shouts of condemnation—fading further and further away…

In Qingyun Sect, she had been framed, despised, and abandoned by all.

She had wished for someone—just one person—to stand by her, to believe in her.

And now, facing an even graver crisis, with no proof to expose Burning Purity Holy Land’s scheme and no strength to defy the overwhelming accusations—

Someone had stepped forward to shield her.

Someone had lit a flame for her in the coldest winter, a light that would never be extinguished.

Someone had stood unwavering, even against the raging tide of malice.

“Who are you?” Burning Heart’s expression darkened as he sensed Chen Huai’an’s Void Refinement Realm cultivation.

A figure of such strength—existing outside the Three Great Holy Lands?

Why had he never heard of this man before?

“I am Chen Huai’an.”

Standing tall, his black robes billowed in the mountain wind, completely shielding the frail figure behind him.

“She is your disciple? Then you must be some elder from the Sword Pavilion?” Burning Heart sneered.

“Are you truly willing to throw away your life for this sinner who harbors a demon cultivator?”

“Think carefully. If you interfere, you’ll be making an enemy of every sect in the Cangyun Realm! You’ll be opposing the Three Great Holy Lands! You’ll be dragging the entire Sword Pavilion into disaster!”

Chen Huai’an raised two fingers.

“First—my disciple is not a sinner.”

“Second—I hereby renounce my ties to the Sword Pavilion. From now on, we are no longer connected.”

His cold gaze locked onto the Arhat Dharma Form.

Within his eyes, two gleaming stars of sword energy ignited.

The corners of his lips curled into a ruthless smirk.

“Now, can I kill you?”