Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? - Chapter 612
Chapter 612: Your Sect Leader Still Has to Call Me Senior
These inner disciples were clearly much faster than the miscellaneous disciples, their moves sharper, causing a moment of panic within her.
Luo Chenxi’s heart tightened. The perception granted by the Qi Introduction Art allowed her to see the trajectories clearly, but her body’s reaction couldn’t quite keep up with such swift coordination.
Just as the sword tip was about to reach her body, a stream-like thought, crystal clear, suddenly appeared in her mind.
[Duck down, advance right, crash into the chest, seize the right wrist!]
It was the voice of that senior from before!
This thought carried no emotion, only the most direct command.
Luo Chenxi executed it almost instinctively.
Her body violently ducked forward, the icy sword wind grazing past her scalp. Simultaneously, her right foot stamped hard on the ground, propelling her entire body forward like an arrow from a bow. Instead of retreating, she advanced precisely, crashing into the chest of another disciple who was aiming for her legs!
“Thud!”
A dull impact sensation transmitted back.
That disciple only felt a sharp pain in his chest, his qi and blood churning, his vision darkening. His right wrist, which held the sword, had already been seized by Luo Chenxi’s subconsciously outstretched hand!
The force was so great that his hand went numb with a jolt.
[Close the fingers, use inch force to break the bone!] The voice sounded again.
Luo Chenxi’s five fingers tightened instantly like iron hoops, the roots of her fingers twisting with force.
“CRACK!” A teeth-grating sound of bone grinding rang out!
Luo Chenxi had ultimately softened her heart a little.
These inner disciples had never looked after her, but they hadn’t bullied her either.
So she didn’t directly cripple this disciple.
The disciple let out a miserable cry, his long sword falling from his hand, the wrist bone directly dislocated.
The other disciple, seeing his companion incapacitated in an instant, was both shocked and furious. His sword stance abruptly changed, carrying a fierce wind as he slashed viciously at the unprotected opening on Luo Chenxi’s back!
A chill ran down Luo Chenxi’s spine. Just as she was about to charge forward to dodge, the senior’s voice exploded in her mind once more.
[Throw back to block the sword, move left, three inches below the rib! Straight punch!]
Luo Chenxi didn’t hesitate. Gripping the disciple’s body, she violently threw him backwards!
The disciple wailed miserably as he was flung towards his companion’s sword blade.
The attacking disciple hurriedly pulled back his force, his sword stance inevitably faltering.
In that flash of an instant, Luo Chenxi’s figure had already shifted half a step to the left like a ghost. At the same time, her right fist clenched tightly, the thin True Essence within her body subconsciously gathering at her knuckles. She aimed for a spot on the left side of the disciple’s ribs, the weakest point of defense, and punched out hard!
“Thump!”
Fist met flesh, a dull sound accompanied by the faint, crisp crack of breaking bone.
The disciple’s eyes bulged violently, his ribs instantly fracturing. His internal organs felt as if they had been struck by a heavy hammer.
His body flew sideways like a ragged sack, crashing through half a mud-brick wall and collapsing in the rubble, left with only twitching.
In that final punch, she had still held back her force, not releasing the True Essence.
Otherwise, this disciple wouldn’t have gotten off with just broken ribs.
His internal organs would have been shattered, leaving him dead.
Luo Chenxi looked incredulously at her clenched fist.
So… she had already become this strong?
Miscellaneous disciples were one thing, but even inner disciples were no match for her?
It was like destroying rotten wood!
Two inner disciples, defeated in a single encounter, completely incapacitated.
Luo Chenxi stood there, breathing slightly heavily, but her heart was surging with towering waves.
Looking at the wailing disciples on the ground, the anger on Steward Wang’s face instantly froze, turning deathly pale.
“Help! Help!!”
His legs turned to jelly, and he scrambled out of the room on all fours, his voice shrill: “Two esteemed ones! Help! There’s a demoness! An evil cultivator is running amok!”
Outside, two cultivators had been waiting, accompanied by the Sect Leader of the Dragon Tiger Sword Sect and several elders.
“An evil cultivator?!”
Hearing Steward Wang’s screams, they exchanged glances and immediately stepped forward. Their eyes swept like lightning over the wreckage, finally landing on Luo Chenxi.
The two cultivators didn’t detect any Demonic Energy and couldn’t help but frown.
“Where is the evil cultivator? Speak clearly!”
If there really was an evil cultivator, their Blade Sect would naturally not let it pass.
“Her, it’s her!”
Steward Wang pointed at Luo Chenxi.
“She had no cultivation before, but today she suddenly became so powerful, even inner disciples are no match for her. She must have practiced some evil technique!”
The faces of the two Blade Sect cultivators darkened.
This Dragon Tiger Sword Sect had no proper cultivation methods.
For an ordinary miscellaneous disciple to suddenly possess True Essence was indeed suspicious.
Moreover, judging by the True Essence on Luo Chenxi, it clearly wasn’t something cultivated in just a day or two.
But if she had encountered an opportunity earlier, why would she be willing to work as a miscellaneous disciple?
Could it be that there was something shady involved?
The cultivators’ pressure suddenly erupted.
Like an invisible boulder crashing down.
Luo Chenxi only felt her entire body grow heavy, her limbs stiffen, her breathing become difficult, and the True Essence within her nearly dissipate.
Her face turned pale, her body trembled, her knees bearing immense pressure, almost buckling. But she gritted her teeth tightly, her eyes filled with unyielding stubbornness, forcing herself to straighten her spine.
“I… I’m not an evil cultivator…”
“Then how did you obtain the True Essence on your body?”
“I…” Luo Chenxi didn’t know how to explain.
If she said an Immortal Master taught her in a dream, who would believe that?
“See! She is an evil cultivator! Speechless!”
Steward Wang shrieked: “Cripple her! Esteemed ones, cripple her!”
The two Blade Sect cultivators exchanged a look: “Our apologies, we must carefully inspect your True Essence!”
To prevent Luo Chenxi from escaping, the two cultivators flanked her.
One of them stepped forward, his pressure intensifying, his sharp aura locking onto Luo Chenxi as if he was about to make a move to capture her the next moment.
Luo Chenxi felt her breathing grow difficult, despair washing over her like a tide.
Just as she was on the verge of being crushed—
“Heh.”
A very light, very faint chuckle, carrying a hint of amusement, abruptly rang out in the courtyard.
The laugh was soft, but like a stone thrown into a calm lake, it instantly tore apart the solidified pressure.
The faces of the two Blade Sect cultivators changed dramatically!
The pressure they released felt like it had crashed into an invisible yet indestructible wall, instantly dissipating into nothingness!
The aura locked onto Luo Chenxi was severed without a sound!
Then, an indescribable, vast as the ocean, profound as the abyss pressure silently spread out.
There were no earth-shattering phenomena, only a sense of suffocation that calmly enveloped everyone’s hearts.
The wind, stopped.
The insect chirps, vanished.
Even the wailing people on the ground seemed to have their throats seized.
The glee on Steward Wang’s face froze, leaving only fear. His legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
He lost control of his bowels, his entire body shaking like a sieve, unable to even utter a word of plea.
The two Blade Sect cultivators were as if struck by lightning.
They felt as if they had become two small boats in a violent storm, pitifully insignificant.
That pressure wasn’t deliberately targeting them; it just existed naturally.
Yet it caused the True Essence within their bodies to stagnate, their Divine Souls to tremble, and even the treasured blades at their waists to emit strained hums!
Their faces gradually turned pale, their foreheads covered in cold sweat.
They used all their strength to barely support themselves from kneeling prostrate.
Who?
Who exactly possessed such a terrifying aura?
It was thousands of times more terrifying than even their Blade Sect Leader!
The two slowly turned their heads and saw, standing at the entrance of the herb garden, a cultivator with white hair and beard, his features unclear.
He was just standing there, yet he was like a world unto himself.
His pressure was the pressure of Heaven and Earth!
“You… who are you, esteemed one?” one of the Blade Sect disciples managed to ask with difficulty.
“This venerable one… is Zhang Mengchu!”
Chen Huaian had his hands behind his back and chuckled lightly.
“Supreme Elder of the Moon Shadow Sect.
Even your Blade Sect Leader, Fu Hongyu, upon seeing this venerable one, would have to address me as Ancestor!”