Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 110: Fate’s Cut Runs Deep

Chapter 110: Fate’s Cut Runs Deep

In front of the Lingxi Valley Grand Hall—

A female disciple collapsed to the ground, her face deathly pale as she stared at the massive sword scar before her.

The gash, several dozen meters wide, began at the sect’s entrance and stretched all the way to the back mountain. The cut was so smooth it gleamed like a mirror, its depths unfathomable. If one listened closely, faint echoes of sword resonance could still be heard.

"Ah—Baihua Peak! Baihua Peak is gone!"

A horrified cry rang out.

Baihua Peak was one of the prominent cliffs within Lingxi Valley—home to the Elder’s Hall and the Sect Master's residence.

And now, it had been split clean in half.

The chasm between the two halves revealed a single, thin strip of sky, as if a mountain god had cleaved it with a divine axe.

The once-majestic waterfall that cascaded down Baihua Peak had also been severed, its flow interrupted midair.

The wind howled through the chasm, a sorrowful, whimpering sound that sent shivers down the spines of the disciples.

A single sword had sundered a mountain.

A single strike had carved a canyon.

Who was the white-robed figure who had walked upon the galaxy?

What kind of terrifying sword mastery was this?

And why… had he struck at Lingxi Valley?

Perhaps the only ones who knew the answer were the two kneeling figures before Chen Huai’an—Yun Suxin and Lingxi Valley’s Sect Master, Yun Baiyu.

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Yun Baiyu shielded Yun Suxin with her own body, kneeling on one knee as she gripped the Blackscale Sword in her hands.

Blood trickled down her pale wrists, staining the pristine sleeves of her robes in a striking shade of crimson.

"Senior… please… have mercy… coughcough…"

She barely managed a few words before coughing up blood.

Her body was already frail, and now, after shouldering half the force of that sword strike on behalf of Lingxi Valley and her daughter, her injuries had worsened.

"Mother, you—!" Yun Suxin struggled to rise, but Yun Baiyu turned back, eyes cold as she commanded, "Kneel down!"

Yun Suxin opened her mouth, her body trembling slightly. In the end, she obediently lowered her head and knelt once more.

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Her fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly, her face alternating between red and white.

Yun Baiyu turned back to face Chen Huai’an.

She didn’t dare meet his gaze.

Instead, she fixed her eyes humbly on his boots and forced a bitter smile.

"Senior, might you be an elder of Sword Pavilion, one of the hidden recluses? No matter the reason for your anger, as the sect master of Lingxi Valley, I will take full responsibility. My daughter is still young—please, do not hold her actions against her."

Her tone was submissive to the extreme.

Because in the Cangyun Realm, strength was the only law.

She had once believed that forging many alliances would ensure Lingxi Valley’s survival.

That even if a crisis arose, numerous cultivators would stand by their side.

But three years ago, that naive belief had been shattered.

Back then, a legendary Ancient Spirit Blade had emerged from the Eastern Continent’s secret realm.

To claim the blade’s recognition, countless cultivators had turned on each other, slaughtering without remorse.

By the end, there were no longer allies or enemies—only blood-soaked corpses.

Even her own Dao Companion had betrayed her, striking at her without hesitation.

From that day forward, she understood—

Lingxi Valley could not rely on outsiders.

They could only rely on themselves.

Strength alone determined survival.

And now, faced with this white-clad sword cultivator—

If she had been at her peak, perhaps she wouldn’t have to kneel like this.

Perhaps she wouldn’t have to beg for her sect’s survival.

But reality was cruel.

This man’s sword—

It was simply too terrifying.

Was this the legendary sword cultivator known for the strongest killing prowess in Cangyun Realm?

Today, she had experienced it firsthand.

—

Chen Huai’an remained silent.

Not because he was trying to act cool—

But because he was actually a little freaked out.

That one sword strike had turned out way stronger than he’d expected.

He had always kept in mind that Li Qingran and Yue Qianchi had only come here to buy herbs, so when he swung his sword, he had deliberately held back.

But… he was worried that if he didn’t make a strong enough impression, it wouldn’t serve as a proper deterrent—

So he had used 80% of his power.

And that 80% had nearly wiped Lingxi Valley off the map.

If this woman hadn’t arrived in time to take the hit—

Lingxi Valley would have been completely obliterated.

Along with Yun Suxin, the sect’s disciples, and all the precious spirit fields and herbs.

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A notification popped up in his vision.

Chen Huai’an snapped back to reality.

His gaze fell on the sect master before him.

She had the face of a young girl, yet her hair was stark white—he had no idea how old she truly was.

After a brief pause, he furrowed his brows and said in a deep voice—

"My disciple came here to buy herbs. And yet, your daughter deliberately activated the illusion array to hinder them. I did some calculations and felt that Lingxi Valley and my sword had a… connection. So I drew a little in the sky, and what do you know—our connection turned out to be quite deep indeed."

Yun Baiyu’s lips twitched.

A connection?!

If this was fate, then fate could go to hell!

But she could only force a smile.

"Then… has Senior settled this ‘fate’ today?"

"Of course."

Chen Huai’an nodded sagely, then started spouting absolute nonsense:

"Fate is a wondrous thing! For example, I just cut down this mountain, and it made me very happy. So you see—this is fate!"

Seeing the sect master’s face remain blank, he awkwardly coughed and added—

"Well, I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave. Those two are my juniors—please look after them for me. I’ll come back someday to… explore more of our destined connection."

With that, just as his 10 seconds ran out—

Chen Huai’an’s figure dissipated into countless sword lights and vanished into the wind.

—

Yun Baiyu’s heart clenched.

That was just an avatar—

And it was already this powerful?!

If his true form had come instead…

When the hell did Sword Pavilion produce such a monstrous old cultivator?!

There had been no warning, no rumors—nothing.

Thank the heavens her daughter had only used the second-layer illusion array.

If she had activated the third layer, actually harming those two little sword cultivators—

This madman might have reduced Lingxi Valley to dust and scattered it to the winds!

A wave of terror surged through her.

And with her injuries worsening, dizziness overtook her.

A pair of hands caught her from behind.

Yun Suxin’s eyes were red, her lips trembling.

"Mother, are you… are you okay?"

"I’m fine."

Yun Baiyu weakly patted her daughter’s head, her gaze filled with affection and guilt.

"Don’t worry. I just need time to recover. That sword cultivator didn’t strike with full force—this was just a warning."

Yun Suxin pouted.

Nearly cutting our sect in half counts as a "warning"?!

Sword Pavilion people had no sense of reason.

First, they robbed us.

Then, they destroyed our illusion array.

And now, they almost collapsed our entire sect.

And yet… they were the ones being apologized to.

What kind of twisted logic was this?!

"Alright, go greet those two Sword Pavilion disciples."

Yun Baiyu forced a neutral tone.

"Treat them as honored guests. Especially the younger one."

That one… was his disciple.

People with that kind of backing—

Should never be provoked.

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