Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 163: Burning a Hole in the Night

Chapter 163: Burning a Hole in the Night

"Qingran, what do demons look like after they transform?"

【Most demons choose to take human form—either as handsome men or beautiful women. Since they feed on essence and energy, they need an attractive appearance to lure humans... Did Master encounter some kind of strange demon?】

Chen Huai'an paused for a moment, then turned on his camera and snapped a photo of Little Qing—who had a pair of long, black-stockinged legs, but an oversized fish head, with a potted plant perched on top.

Inside a small chamber, Li Qingran stared at the image reflected in her Spiritual Qi Mirror in complete silence.

After a long pause, she cupped her hands and said, "Heh... Master, your disciple is foolish. I have never seen such a bizarre demon before. But... the clothing on its legs is quite nice. Did Master make it?"

【Yes, I was bored.】

Li Qingran blinked.

She completely understood Master!

That subspace he lived in was filled with either bloody, mutilated demons or grotesque fish-like monstrosities—there was no beauty to be found anywhere. Of course, Master would need something aesthetically pleasing to lift his spirits.

So, he made these clothes for a long-legged fish.

"Master, I want to try them too."

Chen Huai'an, staring at his phone, was momentarily stunned.

Because on his screen, a system notification had popped up:

【Your Virtual Girlfriend is requesting a gift: One pair of stockings. Would you like to send it?】

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"...I can give Li Qingran gifts?"

His jaw dropped before he quickly processed the situation.

This was a great thing!

Li Qingran always wore those Daoist robes—and while they did look great, they were missing something.

But now... he could send her anything.

Maid outfits, camisole dresses, stockings, JK uniforms, one-piece swimsuits...

What’s that? Indecent?

Small-minded thinking.

They’re all for his eyes only. That’s called romance.

Unfortunately, he didn't have any on hand right now... and it wasn’t like he could yank them off Little Qing’s legs for her.

More importantly, this wasn’t the time for gifts—he had people to save.

So, for now, he declined:

【I am about to battle a great demon. Once I have time to rest, I’ll make you a few pieces.】

"Hehe, thank you, Master~ Master is the best~"

Li Qingran lowered her gaze, the cloud-patterned silk of her embroidered shoes pressing against the jade tiles as her fingers idly toyed with the flowing sleeves of her robe.

It wasn’t the first time Master had given her something.

But this time, she had asked for it herself.

When she made the request, her heart pounded.

What if Master refused?

Yet he hadn’t even hesitated.

Did that mean... she held an important place in Master’s heart?

But... that outfit looked so embarrassing.

Would she really have to wear it for Master?

Lost in thought, her face turned red.

Then she dove onto her bed, buried her face in the blankets, and rolled back and forth.

…

Meanwhile, Chen Huai'an had finally accepted Little Qing’s bizarre transformation.

Even so, every time his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a fat-headed fish in black stockings sitting in the passenger seat, the urge to comment on it nearly overwhelmed him.

Seriously… was she stuck like this forever?

If so, maybe he should cover her fish head when they went out.

Five minutes ago, he had been driving back, but the chaos from the monster’s attack had led to countless traffic accidents, blocking the entire highway.

With no choice, he abandoned the car to travel on foot.

He could run faster using Spiritual Qi than he could drive anyway.

But the moment he got out… he saw Little Qing sprinting toward him.

The key thing was—

She had brought the Nine-Turn Spirit Orchid.

And the orchid had brought the Thunder Talisman of the Violet Sky.

Almost as if it knew he needed it.

But Little Qing couldn't communicate.

No matter what he asked, she only responded with "Blub blub blub."

Otherwise, he would have loved to figure out the logic behind it all.

Right now, less than twenty minutes had passed since the monster’s appearance.

The Bearded Guy had an immortal body and backup from the Demon Slayer Bureau—hopefully, he could hold on a little longer.

Chen Huai'an clenched his fists, worried.

But for now... all he could do was pray.

…

Above the Jin River, blood splattered like ink.

Corpse energy rolled like a tide.

When the broken blade plunged into the ground, Luo Haisheng heard the sound of his own body shattering.

Just like seven years ago, on that winter night when the Painted Skin Demon’s claws pierced his chest.

The Corpse King approached slowly, dragging a bronze sword along the ground, sparks flying from its tip.

His blade was broken.

His bullets were spent.

His holy water was gone.

All he had left at his waist was a pack of cigarettes.

He really wanted to light one—to clear his foggy mind.

But he didn’t even have the strength to lift a finger.

In front of him lay the corpses of his fellow Demon Slayers.

Behind him, barely anyone was left standing.

They had never faced an enemy this powerful.

The neon-lit streets of Japan boasted about how difficult their Demon Blades were to contain.

The European Union wailed about their terrifying vampires and demons.

But all those things?

Compared to the monster before them...

They were nothing.

The Corpse King stood before the Bearded Guy.

"Ants."

His voice was a sigh, like a rusted blade scraping against a coffin lid.

"We are humans, not ants!" The Bearded Guy gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stand. "Maybe we'll die today, but..."

With difficulty, he pressed his machete forward.

His legs had already been severed, and he no longer had enough energy to regenerate them.

"But in the millions of 'tomorrows' to come..." He glared at the Corpse King, his cancer-ridden body completely spent, his strength drained.

Even so, he stood tall and roared in defiance.

"...there will come a dawn when you will regret not kneeling and learning to fear humanity!"

"Heh. I look forward to it."

The Corpse King raised his bronze sword, hovering it over Luo Haisheng’s head.

The Seven Star Formation flared again—

But only six stars lit up this time.

"No!" Luo Haisheng turned, shouting—

But it was too late.

Before the seventh star could fade, a Demon Slayer had thrown out a cinnabar talisman.

Halfway through the air, the talisman froze into an ice shard from the corpse energy.

The Corpse King vanished.

Luo Haisheng counted—

One...

Two...

Three.

By the time the third ice shard hit the ground, the Demon Slayer’s head had already been twisted into a spiral.

Another one dead.

Luo Haisheng collapsed onto the frozen ground, grief-stricken.

Why?

Why had such an overwhelming monster appeared now?

Who...

Who could stop it?

"Old Luo."

A weak voice spoke behind him.

It was Zhao Ying.

"Release the Demonic Dragon inside Chen Huai'an..."

"No."

The Bearded Guy scowled, his mangled fingers carving bloodied grooves into the ice.

"If we release it, what happens to Chen Huai'an?"

"If we don’t, we all die. We can’t wait for reinforcements."

At that moment—

The Corpse King inhaled deeply.

He was counting.

The heartbeats of the living.

The lifeless eyes of the dead.

The brain matter in his bronze fingernails.

And at one hundred and nine...

He smelled lightning.

The Corpse King’s brow twitched.

He looked toward the mouth of the Jin River.

A young man walked toward them.

He stepped upon the boundary between sky and water.

Cold mist rose half a foot beneath his feet.

His black trench coat was darker than the night.

The lightning arcs in his hair were brighter than snow.

In his right hand, he held a half-burned talisman.

Its edges...

Burning with violet thunder.

And burning a hole... in the night.

...

...

Li Qingran