Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 227: You’re Not Taking Anyone!

Chapter 227: You’re Not Taking Anyone!

Half of the demonic cultivator’s remains were still a shattered skeleton, while the other half had transformed into the golden body of a Buddhist Arhat.

Li Qingran was stunned.

This shouldn’t be possible.

Buddhist energy and demonic energy were supposed to counteract each other. The only way this could happen was if the demon had embraced Buddhism… or if Buddhism itself was demonic!

So, was the one controlling the demonic cultivator’s remains a Buddhist disciple? From Zen Buddhism… or perhaps… Burning Purity?!

“I had no intention of using this technique, but you forced me to!”

Huikong dropped all pretense. The demonic remains pressed its palms together and thrust out a massive hand.

A skeletal hand, wrapped in Buddhist light—half demon, half Buddha—shot toward Li Qingran in an instant.

She threw out all her top-grade Thunderfire Talismans.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thunder and fire rained from the sky, neutralizing part of the demonic Buddha’s attack. The remaining lightning surged toward the remains, but the golden Arhat body formed a shield, blocking the impact.

“Lay down your resistance, and you’ll suffer less.”

Huikong pressed his palms together and struck again.

This palm strike was even fiercer, forming a golden 卍 symbol in mid-air, pressing down like an unshakable force.

This female cultivator had already used low-grade, mid-grade, and top-grade Thunderfire Talismans.

Top-grade talismans were already incredibly rare.

There was no way she had anything better.

Or so he thought.

The next second, Li Qingran reached for her storage pouch.

"Amitabha! No way!?"

Huikong’s vision darkened.

She had really taken out two supreme-grade Thunderfire Talismans!

Wasn’t the Sword Pavilion supposed to be the poorest sect in the Cangyun Realm?

Weren’t their disciples so lacking in resources that even the elders and sect leaders had to rob people to make ends meet?

Were those rumors false?

Otherwise, how could a Sword Pavilion disciple have so many precious talismans?

Who was the real chosen one of a sacred land here?!

Li Qingran had no idea her actions had just shaken a Buddhist prodigy’s faith in reality.

She held the two supreme-grade Thunderfire Talismans in each hand. The edges of the talismans ignited with violet-gold flames, and the cinnabar lightning patterns writhed like serpents. Within a single breath, they burned away.

Two deep rumbles echoed in the sky.

"Not good!"

Huikong felt an ominous premonition. Supreme-grade Thunder Talismans were incredibly rare, but he could feel the sheer power of the incoming lightning.

Goosebumps rose all over his body. He could no longer afford to hide his identity. Controlling the demonic remains, he summoned his life-bound artifact—a nine-ringed staff. The staff spun above his head, transforming into a golden alms bowl covered in sacred inscriptions, flipping over to shield him.

The sky split open.

A golden thunderbolt as thick as a barrel struck down, smashing into the alms bowl. It scattered into countless golden serpents, spreading everywhere.

Huikong, controlling the demonic remains, felt an overwhelming pressure bear down on him.

Even with the shield, the demonic parts of the remains began dissolving under the righteous force.

Crack—!

The second bolt of lightning descended.

The golden alms bowl shattered.

A hundred miles away, in front of the ruined sect, the real Huikong, seated in meditation, suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The lightning dissipated, leaving nothing but scorched earth within a hundred-meter radius.

Two deep craters remained in front of Li Qingran.

In one of them, the demonic remains shuddered once before collapsing.

Only its head, half-destroyed by the lightning, remained. Half of its face still bore the features of an Arhat.

The skeleton’s mouth opened and closed, and from within came Huikong’s unfiltered voice.

"Good, very good! I had planned to take you alive for an opportunity! But since you refuse to cooperate…"

In front of the ruined sect, Huikong formed a hand seal.

"Contain the vast in the small, see the cosmos in a speck of dust—Endless Passage!"

As his voice fell, he vanished instantly.

All that remained was a single bodhi leaf drifting in the wind, turning to dust.

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Endless Passage—akin to the Daoist technique of Shrinking the Ground into an Inch.

Though flying was forbidden in this minor secret realm, movement techniques like this were still usable.

However, such techniques required extraordinary talent. Normally, only a Nascent Soul cultivator could even begin to learn them.

But Huikong’s talent was undeniable. By the mid-Golden Core stage, he had already mastered Endless Passage.

He emerged from golden light, standing atop the ashes of the demonic remains.

"Amitabha."

Huikong pressed his palms together, blood streaming from his eyes, mouth, and nose.

Crossing over a hundred meters in an instant was nothing for a Nascent Soul cultivator.

But he was only a Golden Core. Forcing this technique had left him gravely wounded, yet it was more than enough to deal with a mere peak Foundation Establishment cultivator.

"It’s you?!"

Li Qingran was utterly shocked.

The face of the Burning Purity Buddhist Child, Huikong, was unmistakable.

A muscular body with an absurdly small head.

His features were unnervingly delicate, almost feminine. Even with blood streaming from his orifices, he didn’t look pitiful—he had an eerie, sinister charm.

But…

Compared to her master’s devastatingly handsome face, he was nothing.

A body like his, with a face like that—she found it revolting, as if he had been stitched together from mismatched parts.

"Lady cultivator, since you’ve seen my face, that means you must come with me today!"

Behind Huikong, golden Buddhist light surged. His late-Golden Core aura filled the air, shaking the ground and turning the lightning-scorched dust into a dense black mist that obscured the surroundings.

"My three senior brothers from the Sword Pavilion—was it you who made them disappear? Was the demonic formation trapping everyone also your scheme?! What did you do to them?!"

Huikong didn’t answer.

He simply stepped forward.

But the smirk at the corner of his lips said everything.

The ground trembled.

With each step, his height grew by three meters. His body expanded by one meter.

Seven steps later, he had transformed into a towering giant Buddha. The earth quaked beneath his feet.

Li Qingran’s expression darkened, but she showed no fear.

She tightened her grip on Su Xian.

A peak Foundation Establishment cultivator versus a Golden Core late-stage monk… this was going to be a tough battle.

She had suspected the one controlling the remains was a Buddhist cultivator. She had even considered the Zen sect or Burning Purity. But she had been too constrained by the common understanding of sacred lands.

Now, the brutal truth stood before her.

"Lady cultivator, you will come with me!"

Huikong swung his massive golden hand toward Li Qingran.

She locked onto the incoming phantom Buddha hand.

Her mind recalled the first and second forms of the Azure Lotus Sword Canon.

Right hand firm on the sword guard, she prepared to strike.

Then—

Clang!

A blood-red blade light shot from behind.

It severed the phantom Buddha hand in one stroke—

And in the next, it cut off Huikong’s arm.

"Huikong," a calm, icy voice said,

"You’re not taking anyone today."

A tall figure had appeared atop a stone pillar behind Li Qingran at some point.

The blood moon hung high. Frost lined the cracks in the blue bricks.

Mo Shumei stood under the moonlight, the sheer fabric on her scabbard fluttering in the wind.

"How much time?"

【Less than fifteen minutes.】 The demonic blade trembled.

"Enough."

As she spoke, Mo Shumei turned into a shadow.

She leaped from the stone pillar—

Blade aimed straight at Huikong.