Wait, How Did My Virtual Girlfriend Cultivate into a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 10 - : Your Virtual Girlfriend’s Little Gift Has Arrived

Chapter 10: Chapter 10: Your Virtual Girlfriend’s Little Gift Has Arrived

Night—

The rain gradually stopped.

Li Qingran nervously looked at the protective charm in her hands, preparing to complete the final three steps.

Step One: Infuse the charm with spiritual energy.

She wasn't sure how much spiritual energy was needed to activate the charm made from the remnants of the immortal-grade array flags. All she knew was that after using up all 50 low-grade spirit stones and draining her own spiritual energy, she had barely managed to fill the charm with enough energy to activate it.

She rubbed her pale cheeks and took a deep breath. "Next is Step Two!"

Step Two: Carve the name.

The creator of the protective charm had to use their own blood as ink to write the name of the person being protected on the charm.

This step should have been the simplest, but Li Qingran was even more nervous than before.

"Write it well, write it well, it must be perfect..." she muttered to herself.

Finally, she wrote the three characters for "Chen Huaian" on the charm.

But her face immediately twisted into a grimace worse than crying. "It's over. This is even more laughable..."

The characters on the charm were crooked and messy, even uglier than a dog's scratch.

Li Qingran had a natural weakness—her handwriting was terrible.

It wasn't that she was uncultured or barbaric. Before joining the Qingyun Sect, she was the daughter of a military general. Her parents had tried to teach her the skills expected of a young lady, but she had no interest in them. Her attention was entirely focused on horseback riding, spear techniques, archery, and other skills useful for battle.

Back then, whenever her parents forced her to practice writing, she would cry.

"Who needs good handwriting when you're charging into battle on horseback?" she had thought.

Now, she regretted it.

If she could go back, she would definitely have learned to write properly.

"Father always said that the thought behind a gift is what matters most," Li Qingran whispered, pumping herself up as she moved on to the final step—transferring luck.

As the name suggested, this step involved giving away a portion of her own luck.

The luck of heaven and earth was self-contained; if one gained, another would lose.

Fortunately, with the protective charm as a medium, the transfer of luck was only temporary.

However, the person giving away the luck would experience a period of misfortune afterward.

But Li Qingran didn't care. Whether the senior needed her meager luck or not, she only wished for his safety and well-being.

Using a secret technique, she sealed her luck into the charm. Her complexion visibly worsened, but she smiled happily.

"I'll just leave the charm on the table for now," Li Qingran said, bowing toward the ceiling. She didn't know if the senior could hear her, but she believed he could.

"Junior Qingran has been greatly cared for by the senior. My injuries have healed, and I feel I have no way to repay your kindness. Thus, I have specially made a protective charm for you! Though the gift is small, it carries my sincerest feelings... I hope the senior will not disdain it."

After speaking, she lowered her head but couldn't help glancing nervously at the charm on the table.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Whoosh—!

The charm disappeared.

The senior had accepted her gift!

Li Qingran's heart swelled with joy, and a smile spread across her face. "Thank you, senior, for not disliking my clumsiness. Hehe."

After working through the night, her body, still recovering from her injuries, was utterly exhausted.

She turned and climbed into bed, and sleepiness immediately overwhelmed her.

For the first time in half a month, she slept on a soft bed, and drowsiness quickly took over.

But before she completely drifted off, she looked up at the ceiling and murmured sleepily, "Senior... good night..."

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Meanwhile, in another part of the sect...

"Song Jiaojiao, your cultivation has improved quite a bit recently, hasn't it? You're already at the ninth level of Qi Refinement? Perfect. I have a task for you."

"What is it?"

"Help me kill Li Qingran!"

"What?! Kill Li Qingran?! Are you still hung up on that incident?"

"Hmph, so what if I am? Li Qingran's reputation in the sect is already ruined. No one will care if she dies. Besides, she deserves it! If you handle it cleanly, you can just blame it on the demonic beasts in the Wanqing Mountains... Be a good girl~ If you do this well, I'll get you a Foundation Establishment Pill."

"A... Foundation Establishment Pill? Alright! Wait for my good news!"

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The next morning, before dawn.

The first thing Chen Huaian did was open My Virtual Girlfriend.

[Your remaining lifespan: 131 days]

"Nonsense!"

What kind of game starts with something like this?

He knew he had a terminal illness, but for a game to predict when he'd die?

Ridiculous!

But then again, Chen Huaian thought, this must be referring to his in-game character, the "senior," who had 131 days left to live. Since it was a game, there would surely be a solution later on.

"Tsk, just when my relationship with Li Qingran is getting better, my character is about to die, and then they'll make me spend money to extend my life!? I've already seen through your pay-to-win tricks!" Chen Huaian sneered.

Another notification popped up.

[Due to your divination of heavenly secrets, you have suffered backlash from the heavens, resulting in a loss of luck.]

[Today's divination: Li Gua - Minor Luck - Suitable for marriage, avoid mountain climbing.]

[Tomorrow's divination: Zhen Gua - Misfortune - Suitable for cleaning, avoid mountain climbing.]

"Oh? Now it's doing divinations?" Chen Huaian scoffed. "I'm already halfway into the underworld. What's there to avoid?"

Besides, since he was terminally ill, every day should be a major misfortune. Clearly, the game was just making things up. He wasn't buying it.

Still, Chen Huaian had always been somewhat interested in these mystical things.

Driven by curiosity, he looked up the meaning of the "Zhen Gua." According to his search, the Zhen Gua symbolized thunder and corresponded to the feet. When paired with misfortune, it indicated that travel should be avoided. "Misfortune" was easy to understand—it meant serious injury, like losing limbs or worse.

What, was he going to get struck by lightning while climbing Mount Tai?!

He checked the weather forecast.

The next two days in the Mount Tai area were supposed to be sunny, with temperatures in the 30s. Where was the rain supposed to come from?

He closed the notification windows—they were blocking his view of Li Qingran's beautiful sleeping face.

Li Qingran was still asleep. Her sleeping posture was impeccable; she hadn't moved all night. However, her complexion didn't look great. Last night, after researching Mount Tai, he had gone to bed without paying attention to her condition. Before he slept, she had been meditating and cultivating. She really was relentless, seizing every moment to train, like a perpetual motion machine.

He tapped on Li Qingran's face to check her status and noticed a new debuff: Luck Loss.

"Strange. Does divining heavenly secrets affect Li Qingran too?" After some thought, this seemed to be the only explanation.

[Status: Sleeping]

[Current Affection: 25 (Respect)]

[Affection has reached 25, triggering a small gift.]

[Your virtual girlfriend, Li Qingran, has made a small gift for you. It has been delivered.]

"A gift system? Pretty common."

Chen Huaian nodded, stroking his chin. However, after searching for a while, he couldn't find the gift in his in-game inventory.

There was no mailbox feature either.

This game was aggressively pay-to-win and didn't offer any freebies like hundreds of free draws at launch.

"Maybe it just hasn't refreshed yet," Chen Huaian speculated.

Some small studios operated like this—announcements and updates came quickly, but the actual items took time to appear. Perhaps the gift would show up by 8 or 9 a.m.

Just then, there was a knock at his door.

Confused, Chen Huaian went to open it, but no one was there.

As he was about to close the door, he glanced down and saw a small package, about the size of his palm.

"Huh? I didn't order anything. And what delivery person comes at 5 a.m.?"

He picked up the box.

There was no logo from any delivery company, no tracking number.

Just a line of small, neat characters:

- For Senior Chen.

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