Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?

Chapter 188: Another Enlightenment?!

Chen Huai’an tore open the packaging and found a printed instruction sheet between the gloves:

[‘True Immersion’ One-Time Experience Gloves: Due to the immense energy and strong karmic ties required to project a player's five senses into the Cangyun Realm, this version is a trial experience only. Please continue deepening your karmic bond with your Virtual Girlfriend to reduce energy consumption and achieve full sensory connection sooner.]

“Oh!” Chen Huai’an instantly understood.

Just moments ago, he had been lamenting his inability to touch Li Qingran, to experience firsthand whether her skin was as soft and bouncy as marshmallow filling.

And now, the opportunity had come knocking.

If his understanding was correct, as long as he wore the gloves, he would be able to physically touch Li Qingran!

But that raised an important question.

Chen Huai’an stroked his chin, eyes narrowing.

Was there a way to put them on another body part, make it act like a hand, and then... ‘hold hands’ with Li Qingran? Wouldn’t that be the same as...

Cough! Enough!

“Chen Huai’an, how can you be this shameless?”

“That’s your Virtual Girlfriend!”

“You should respect, cherish, and love her!”

“Not act like a damn beast!”

It took less than ten seconds for Chen Huai’an to suppress his depraved thoughts.

He picked up his phone—only to see a warning message pop up on the screen:

[Do not wear the gloves on any other body part. Consequences are at your own risk.]

“Hah! Do I look like that kind of person? You think I need some measly game system to remind me?”

Scoffing, Chen Huai’an flipped the gloves inside out and—

Shoved them over his head.

The head controlled vision, touch, smell, hearing, and taste—fully engaging all five senses. The optimal way to use a one-time experience glove was to wear it on the head!

Anything else would be a total loss!

This was wisdom.

There weren’t many humans as brilliant as him left.

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In her sleep, Li Qingran felt something strange.

It was like a summer night from her childhood, playing hide-and-seek with the neighbor’s kids. The silly boy searching for her could never find her, and eventually, she dozed off inside a pigpen.

Surrounded by piglets...

Their warm, soft snouts nudging her hands, feet, and cheeks...

Wait a second.

Wasn’t she in the small house her master had given her?

Where did the piglets come from?!

Drowsily, she opened her eyes.

Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft veil over the room. A gentle breeze rustled the bed curtains.

Yawning, she traced her fingertip along her lips, letting out a sweet, sleepy hum.

Then...

A movement by her cheek.

Li Qingran turned her head—and gasped in shock.

There was a hand beside her bed!

A hand formed of Spiritual Qi wouldn’t have scared her, but this one was bizarre.

It had... a face.

Yes.

A full set of facial features... on its palm.

Fear lasted only a moment before recognition struck her.

Because that palm’s face... was her master’s.

“Ah! Master, you... why are you on a hand?!”

Chen Huai’an: “...”

He felt both regretful and relieved.

Regretful for not taking the system’s warning about “consequences” seriously.

Relieved that he had at least some bottom line and hadn’t attempted anything more outrageous.

Otherwise...

It might not have been just facial features appearing on his palm.

This was a lesson. Never try to outsmart a game that was dead serious.

Gloves belonged on hands.

And butts belonged in underwear.

That said...

He hadn’t exactly lost out.

He had experienced how soft and smooth Li Qingran’s little hands were, how delicate her waist felt...

And her scent...

Heh heh heh... Hahahaha!

“Master.”

“Master?”

Li Qingran waved her hand in front of his palm-face.

“Master, are you okay? Your expression looks scary. Are you injured? Feeling unwell?”

Cough! “No!”

Chen Huai’an snapped out of it, quickly composing himself.

“My dear disciple, I am researching a secret technique that allows an avatar to partially manifest the true body. For example, though I am an avatar, I can materialize parts of my real self... That way, I can conveniently drink the tea you brew.”

“I see.”

Li Qingran’s gaze softened, admiration sparkling in her eyes.

“Master, you’re incredible! It’s thanks to great cultivators like you—who dare to experiment and innovate—that us junior cultivators have so many techniques to choose from!”

“Hahaha, you’re absolutely right!”

Chen Huai’an forced a laugh.

Since when was Li Qingran so good at flattery?

If she kept this up, he might start floating.

“I came to test you.”

He quickly shifted gears. The longer he talked, the more likely he was to expose himself. What if Li Qingran wanted to learn this “secret technique”? Then what?

“Huh? A test... again?”

Li Qingran blinked in surprise.

Realizing her tone was off, she hurriedly waved her hands, causing the bells on her wrist to jingle in a flustered mess.

“No! I didn’t mean it that way! It’s not that I don’t want Master to test me... It’s just... I was a little shy before.”

She averted her gaze, biting her lip until it turned red.

“I am very willing to be tested by Master! It’s beneficial to my cultivation... That’s all I meant.”

Of course, Chen Huai’an knew she was just embarrassed.

But he had no choice.

He needed to find the Bone Porcelain Mother’s location, and his previous use of Chongxu Spirit Sight had been ineffective.

He needed a stronger technique—one that could track an enemy using the traces they left behind.

For this, he had brought back a porcelain shard stained with black blood—the Bone Porcelain Mother’s blood.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough proof to claim his bounty.

The J Province Demon Slayer Bureau folks probably didn’t even know what the Bone Porcelain Mother was.

“Hm. I understand.”

Chen Huai’an nodded, going along with her words.

“The Zhongzhou Secret Realm is approaching. I’m concerned about your safety, so I want to test whether your knowledge is sufficient.”

“Yes, Master.”

Hearing this, Li Qingran was deeply moved.

Right!

Why was she treating Master like an ordinary man?

He was her Master!

Even if he saw her, so what?

Master would never have improper thoughts about her!

She had been thinking too narrowly.

“Then, I’ll give you a question!”

Chen Huai’an put on a serious face.

“There’s a saying: If you do not cut the weeds at their roots, they will grow again with the spring breeze.Cough! Suppose you failed to completely kill a demonic cultivator and only have traces of them left behind. What method would you use to track them down?”

If you do not cut the weeds at their roots, they will grow again with the spring breeze.

Good.

What a brilliant choice of words!

Li Qingran pondered deeply, eyes flashing with realization.

In an instant—her previously settled Spiritual Qi began to surge again.

Master truly is Master...

His words always hold profound meaning!

Even with her average comprehension, she had grasped three layers of insight in just ten words:

First, Sword Intent—The image of half-cut grass, left unfinished yet poised for renewal, mirrored the principle of an unfulfilled sword strike. When spring’s breath rejuvenates it, one can grasp the essence of an ever-renewing Sword Intent.

Second, Fate—Even the lowly wild grass, though cut down a hundred times, will regrow if a single root remains. A cultivator defying the heavens is no different from that grass.

Third, Karma—An uncut weed is an unresolved karma. The lingering roots represent persisting burdens, fated to become an inner demon when the tribulation comes. Just like a surviving enemy will always be a blade in the shadows.

Boom...!

A streak of green light shot from Li Qingran’s head into the sky.

Within the light, faint Dao patterns swirled.

Chen Huai’an, utterly baffled, glanced at her status—

Enlightenment.

Wait...

Sister... What the hell did I even say?!

She’s having another enlightenment?!

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