Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 254: Daughter of Danyun

Chapter 254: Daughter of Danyun

“Oh? Let’s hear what you’ve got,” Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes.

He’d only saved this demon cultivator girl because his little disciple had asked, and he hadn’t really thought much of her.

Didn’t expect a surprise bonus. In that sense, Li Qingran was the real lucky charm here!

Mo Shumei bit her lip and gave another deep bow.

“Before I share this information, I’d like to make a deal with you, Senior!”

“Insolent!” Elder Liu’s eyebrows shot up in fury as he pointed at Mo Shumei.

“The Sword Pavilion taking you in was already a huge favor. That the Patriarch overlooks your identity is his generosity—don’t push your luck!”

“Elder Liu, it’s fine. Let her speak. I’m curious myself,” Chen Huaian waved him off.

He really was curious what kind of deal Mo Shumei wanted.

In his mind, there were only a few possibilities:

Maybe she wanted help suppressing the blade spirit inside her demonic sword.

Maybe she wanted to become his disciple.

Or maybe she was hoping to get some rare resource.

Cangyun Realm cultivators generally didn’t ask for much more than that when facing someone as powerful as him.

At that moment, the demonic blade at Mo Shumei’s waist began to tremble.

【What are you doing?! I’m warning you! Soul Abyss is only strong because of me! Without me, it’s just a regular spiritual weapon!】

Mo Shumei ignored the sword.

She bit her lip again, looking like she didn’t know how to say it.

After a long struggle, she finally squeezed the words out between clenched teeth:

“I… I’ve lived a hard life. I’ve wandered the Cangyun Realm for years. As soon as people found out I was a demonic cultivator, they’d attack me without question. Even people I was on good terms with would suddenly turn on me. I had no choice but to kill them all.

So all these years, I’ve been completely alone.

Only your disciple, Li Qingran, never judged me for being a demon cultivator.

I know it’s bold… but I want to ask you to let me be friends with her.”

She remained bowed, forehead to the ground, motionless.

The demonic sword stopped shaking and went completely silent—like it was stunned.

Elder Liu, who had a harsh rebuttal ready to go, was dumbfounded. The words got stuck in his throat.

“Uhh…” Chen Huaian looked over at Li Qingran and found even she looked surprised.

Seriously… she just wanted to be friends? That was the big request?

But what Chen Huaian didn’t understand was that judgment and prejudice were like mountains.

Mo Shumei had been crushed under that mountain for seven or eight years.

The demonic cultivators didn’t like her either. She didn’t get along with them.

Righteous cultivators killed demons on sight without hearing any explanation.

Even if she did heroic things, people would assume she had ulterior motives.

Over the years, Mo Shumei had saved countless people.

Some became friends—only to turn on her the moment they learned the truth.

Some even ratted her out to righteous sects, which then hunted her relentlessly.

Others shifted from gratitude to suspicion, then to total distance.

One memory stood out:

Years ago, during a snowstorm, she saved a hunter in the mountains.

When he found out she was a demon cultivator, he refused to eat the rabbit meat she had hunted—he’d rather starve.

She left the roasted rabbit outside his cave and walked away.

It was enough to get him through the night.

But when she returned the next day, he had already frozen to death—

and the rabbit hadn’t been touched.

Since then, she’d never formed relationships with anyone.

She kept doing what she believed was right, but never interacted with the people she saved.

Like the time she killed an entire corrupt lord’s family in a mortal city because their actions brought misery to the people.Sure, the next ruler might do the same, but that was fine—she could just come back and kill them too.

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She killed, then left.

That was it.

Never got involved beyond that.

It sounded cool, but in reality, she had no friends.

The only one who talked to her was her annoying sword—

and nine out of ten things it said were lies.

Now, Mo Shumei stood there nervously, waiting for Chen Huaian’s answer.

After traveling with Li Qingran, she learned the girl no longer had any family.

To her, her Shizun was like a parent.

So even if Li Qingran wanted to be her friend, if her master said no… that’d be the end of it.

“That’s up to Li Qingran. Why ask me if you want to make a friend?”

As someone from the modern world, Chen Huaian couldn’t understand Mo Shumei’s worries.

But precisely because he couldn’t understand, he ended up giving her the answer she most wanted to hear.

“Thank you, Senior. Whether I can become Li Qingran’s friend or not… I’ll earn that myself.”

Mo Shumei nodded solemnly, then turned to Li Qingran, standing tall and serious.

“Qingran, I will become your friend. Just wait!”

Li Qingran was so startled by the sudden declaration she took a half-step back, her cheeks turning bright pink.

She quickly hid behind Chen Huaian and refused to come out.

Back to the main topic.

A flicker of memory passed through Mo Shumei’s eyes.

“When Yaochi Holy Land was aggressively collecting Hunyuan Heaven-Mending Pills, they were also looking for a reclusive figure named Danyun. Later, it was said they found her—and the pill search abruptly stopped.

It only resumed half a year later.

That made me wonder—could this reclusive Danyun have something to do with the pill?

Her Dao name starts with ‘Dan’—only the Dan Sect elders ever use that naming style.

She might’ve been a high-ranking elder, maybe even above Zhou Xuanzi.”

“If she was part of the Dan Sect, she definitely knew alchemy.

So if Yaochi found her… is it possible they made her refine the Hunyuan Heaven-Mending Pills?”

The crowd went silent, everyone deep in thought.

Chen Huaian felt her reasoning was highly plausible.

Danyun either knew how to make the pill or had the recipe.

As for why the search resumed half a year later—

most likely, Danyun had died and no one else could make the pill.

He didn’t care what had happened to Danyun personally.

What he did care about… was the recipe.

If the recipe existed…

“I heard that Danyun had a daughter who’s still missing.

The only thing for sure is—Yaochi never found her.

A few years ago, while I was wandering the mortal kingdoms,

I saw Yaochi had issued a bounty.

Among those listed… was Danyun’s daughter.”

Chen Huaian sharply looked up, eyes locking onto Mo Shumei.

“What’s her name?”

“Dan Bai,” Mo Shumei said softly.

“She’s Danyun’s only daughter.”

“Dan Bai is Danyun’s only child,” Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes.

“And Yaochi is still looking for her…

So she probably inherited her mother’s alchemy skills.

She might not just know the recipe—

she might be able to make the Hunyuan Heaven-Mending Pill herself?”

“Exactly,” Mo Shumei nodded.

“But the problem is—how do we find her?”

“Find someone? That’s easy.”

Chen Huaian smiled.

Everyone knew Chen Huaian was a sword genius—

but not many knew he was also a master at locating things.

His powerful search and fate-divination skills came from talent and hard work.

Chen Huaian exited the private realm and opened the in-game customer service interface.

“Fate-divination!”

“Find Dan Bai’s location for me—right now!”

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