Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 717: Old Ancestor Qingyun’s Heartbroken Journey

…

“My compensation will definitely also benefit Master, so it’s a win-win!”

Li Qingran spread her small hands, speaking with perfect seriousness.

Chen Huaian looked at Li Qingran with a face full of doubt, curious how this supposed win-win would work.

As for Old Ancestor Qingyun, who was secretly peeking, he had actually noticed long ago.

That innate Spiritual Treasure of Old Ancestor Qingyun’s was indeed impressive, but trying to escape his Great Ascension Second Tribulation perception was a bit naive.

He was deliberately pretending not to have seen Old Ancestor Qingyun.

The reason was simple…

Old Ancestor Qingyun’s pursuit of him had not been a day or two; she often sent him gifts with special meanings.

He wasn’t an idiot, how could he not get the hint?

But precisely because he understood Old Ancestor Qingyun’s intentions, it was awkward for him to handle.

He couldn’t very well tell Old Ancestor Qingyun that he already had someone he loved and that that someone was his disciple, right?

After all, in Old Ancestor Qingyun’s eyes, he was also a thousand-year-old old beast.

Old beast with old beast — that’s a good match.

So, to solve Old Ancestor Qingyun’s problem, it was convenient that she had come to spy today.

He planned to use this opportunity to show Old Ancestor Qingyun the nature of his relationship with Li Qingran, thereby resolving things in a very dignified way.

After all…

No matter how thick-skinned Old Ancestor Qingyun was, she wouldn’t jump out and point at them shouting,

Ah—! You two master and disciple are actually that kind of relationship!

That would be too embarrassing.

With Old Ancestor Qingyun’s strength and status, she definitely wouldn’t do that.

…

“Well then, tell your Master what compensation you want.”

“You want…” Li Qingran paused, her pretty face flushing, and she poked Chen Huaian’s chest with a finger, “Doesn’t Master know what your disciple wants?”

Chen Huaian knew.

Li Qingran surely wanted another round of passionate entanglement until she forgot heaven and earth.

This little disciple usually kept a cool, ethereal demeanor.

In front of him she turned into someone else entirely, a truly teasing little demon.

But…

Old Ancestor Qingyun was peeking now.

He needed Li Qingran to say it herself.

“Your Master doesn’t know.” Chen Huaian widened his eyes and looked stunned, “If you don’t tell me, how would I know? Tell me and I’ll know, and I’ll compensate you properly.”

Li Qingran rolled her eyes.

“Master, just keep pretending! If you keep pretending I won’t talk to you!”

Watching from hiding, Rong Qingyun felt something was off.

Li Qingran seemed to show less of the disciple’s usual respect toward her Master… it felt more like lovers flirting with each other?

“Pfft—! It’s normal for a person like Senior Chen to be secretly liked by a disciple, right?” Rong Qingyun nodded to herself silently; she had figured it out.

Surely this girl Qingran had a crush on Senior Chen.

Completely understandable.

After all, Senior Chen was truly outstanding.

But Senior Chen was a thousand-year-old old monster; he would definitely not have any real relationship with a young girl like Li Qingran. Not to mention Li Qingran was his disciple, the master-disciple hierarchy forbids it.

And the age difference? If word got out it would be a joke.

Old with old — now that’s a proper match!

Chen Huaian continued to play dumb.

Suddenly Li Qingran stepped forward, lifted her pretty face, and pressed her red lips to Chen Huaian’s. She blinked her big eyes and stared at him, her gaze brimming with an unspeakable longing. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

The kiss ended and her face flushed even deeper. She tucked a strand of hair behind her cheek and her voice dropped a few octaves, “Now Master should… should know how to compensate your disciple, right?”

Chen Huaian felt the air around them chill a few degrees.

He didn’t make a fuss and merely nodded, “Your Master knows.”

“Hehe~” Li Qingran cupped Chen Huaian’s face, her fingers lightly stroking his brows and eyes with tender care, carrying a hint of girlish playfulness, “I just want to be closer to Master, so that in the future when danger comes, Master will remember there’s a disciple waiting. That way Master will think of herself more and won’t make sacrifices for others.”

“Today your Master is—”

“You don’t have to say more, Master.” Li Qingran reached out and pressed a finger to Chen Huaian’s lips, her soft body following through to pin him down onto the grass, “Your disciple understands…”

Her slender finger hooked at her waist; the silken ribbon at her waist had already come undone with a soft sound before he realized.

The outer layer of moon-white gauze slid off soundlessly, falling in a heap in the crook of her arm, revealing glistening shoulders and two delicate collarbones.

In the thin sunlight beneath the tree, her skin was dazzlingly white. Her cheeks burned with enticing blushes that ran to her small earlobes, even tinting the hollow of her clavicle with a pale pink.

A few strands of black hair were lifted by the breeze and curled around those smooth collarbones like ink lines sketching white jade.

The tips of her hair brushed against her skin as she leaned forward.

Chen Huaian could clearly feel the girl’s heated breath at his ear.

The faint fragrance on Li Qingran sent his head spinning.

A warm current surged to his brow.

It made him instinctively try to capture those soft, fragrant lips…

Under the parasol tree, the two kissed as if nothing were wrong.

Their clothes grew more disordered.

And in a certain corner,

an elderly matron, after a brief flash of shock and anger,

finally, gently… shattered.

“How—how is this possible?!”

Rong Qingyun stared in stunned disbelief at the scene that broke her heart into a thousand pieces.

—Her beloved Senior Chen was actually in such an unbelievable relationship with his disciple.

How could Senior Chen lower himself to this?!

Reason told Rong Qingyun to look away and leave quickly, she was turning into roadkill watching this.

But her eyes told her to keep watching, to not miss it.

Feel the pain, feel the regret!

This might be the last time in her life she ever saw this.

However…

Just as the two were getting into the moment and Rong Qingyun was watching with morbid fascination,

Chen Huaian waved his hand casually.

A great formation formed in an instant, enveloping him and Li Qingran.

Rong Qingyun’s vision blurred.

She could see nothing.

Before her eyes there was only landscape painting—Chen Huaian and Li Qingran beneath the parasol tree were like an illusion, even their presences undetectable, as if completely erased from the Cangyun Realm.

Rong Qingyun stood frozen for a long time.

Then, disconsolate, she left.

…

Qingyun Sect.

When Old Ancestor Qingyun Rong Qingyun’s figure finally appeared on the horizon, Qingxuan Daoist, standing guard at the Mountain Gate, let out a long breath. His heart, which had been hanging in his throat, finally dropped back down.

The sect’s relocation was imminent, and everything was in a tumult.

As a senior elder, he was nearly buried by requests and Jade Slips.

As the sect leader, his mother needed to approve many matters.

But at the crucial moment she went missing—it nearly killed him!

Qingxuan Daoist hurried to put on a smile and went up to greet her, about to complain, “Mother, you finally returned! The relocation—”

He choked on his words.

Rong Qingyun’s usually well-maintained, peach-blossom-like face was now so dark it could drip. Her eyes seemed a bit reddened, and she stared straight into the void, radiating a low-pressure aura that warned strangers to stay away and friends to keep their distance.

“Mother?” Qingxuan Daoist cautiously called again, his heart sinking.

That expression… was ten times worse than when he was caught secretly drinking her treasured thousand-year “Drunken Immortal Brew”!

Rong Qingyun suddenly stopped in her tracks, her gaze like a solid ice spear, piercing into Qingxuan Daoist.

That look was complicated—anger, disappointment, and something Qingxuan Daoist had never seen before… a pain that cut to the core.

“Qingxuan,” Rong Qingyun spoke, her voice hoarse and strangely calm, causing goosebumps to rise on Qingxuan Daoist’s spine.

“Mother, what’s wrong? Did something happen outside—” Qingxuan Daoist tried to ask.

“Shut up!” Rong Qingyun snapped, cutting him off. She inhaled deeply and said coldly, “The thing I regret most in my life…”

She had wanted to say she regretted bringing Qingxuan into the world.

But she swallowed those words.

“…is not having taught you to be talented!”

Rong Qingyun ground out the second half like teeth grinding.

Qingxuan Daoist: “???”

He couldn’t compute it.

Teach to be talented? He, Qingxuan Daoist, esteemed senior elder of Qingyun Sect, pinnacle Nascent Soul cultivation—he was a formidable figure; although not as accomplished as his mother’s Unity Great Perfection… where did this “not talented” accusation come from? He hadn’t caused any earth-shattering trouble recently!

“Mother, what you—” Qingxuan Daoist attempted to defend himself.

Rong Qingyun gave him no chance and declared decisively, “I give you seven days! Within seven days you must breakthrough to the Unity Realm! Otherwise…” She paused, each word dropping like an ice bead, “Otherwise I will sever our mortal ties with you and cut off mother-child relations! You would do well to take care!”

Having said that, Rong Qingyun did not look back at the petrified Qingxuan Daoist. Her aura grew colder as she transformed into a beam of light and, with a loud bang, smashed open her own cave dwelling’s precious ten-thousand-year Xuan Jade door and rushed inside.

Then from within the cave came earth-shattering, utterly un-ancestor-like wailing!

“Waaah—! Wuuuuu… my Brother Chen… wuuuu…”

The crying was heart-rending and gut-wrenching, tearing through the cave’s restrictions and echoing across the empty Mountain Gate plaza.

Qingxuan Daoist stood alone in the wind, frozen in the posture of someone who had wanted to stop her, utterly disordered.

He looked up at Old Ancestor Qingyun’s sealed, still trembling cave door and listened to that earsplitting, worldview-shattering sobbing.

Breakthrough to Unity Realm?

Seven days?

Sever mother-child relations?

No! This makes no sense!

What on earth had happened to her?!

Had someone stolen her Innate Spiritual Treasure?

Or… had someone deceived her affections?

Qingxuan Daoist felt the world spin.

Looking toward the cave and hearing the continuous outpouring of grief from within, his expression moved from shock to confusion, finally leaving him dazed and disordered in the wind.

Seven days? Unity Realm?!

Qingxuan Daoist’s mouth twitched.

Hearing Old Ancestor Qingyun repeat Senior Chen’s name over and over, he roughly understood the situation.

Good news and bad news.

The good news: his mother was heartbroken.

The bad news: because his mother was heartbroken, he was being blamed.

In seven days he might no longer have a mother…

Wait.

Maybe that could be a good thing.

…

There’s one more chapter today