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

Chapter 305: Shareholders’ Meeting?

"Welcome, everyone, to the first Sword Pavilion Gudong meeting."

Su Qinian cleared his throat, glanced at Chen Huaian beside him, and whispered:

"Old Patriarch, is that how I’m supposed to say it?"

"It’s shareholders, not Gudong," Chen Huaian rolled his eyes, hands clasped behind his back.

He’d corrected Su Qinian countless times already. Besides sweet-talking his hundred-plus White Moonlight lovers, this Sword Pavilion Master really didn’t have much else going on upstairs.

Still, as he looked around at the hundred-plus female cultivators in attendance, Chen Huaian couldn’t help but marvel.

Battle wolves really were something else!

Lingxi Valley and Dan Sect mainly handled the big players like the Blade Sect and Zen Sect.

But the small sects and rogue cultivators? Those were all connections made through Pavilion Master Su’s many White Moonlights.

That said, the current atmosphere among the hundred-plus women was… a bit tense. Especially the way they were looking at Su Qinian—just a little murderous.

"Ahem, all the spicy strips from the last batch have been sold, bringing in total profits of about 80 million low-grade Spirit Crystals. None of this would’ve been possible without your hard work and support for the spicy strips... The main purpose of today’s meeting is to confirm market demand and split the loot—"

"Ahem!" Chen Huaian cut him off, shooting him a sharp glare.

"Dividends! It’s called dividends!"

"Ah, right, right! Dividends, dividends!" Su Qinian gave an awkward cupped-hand salute and smiled at the various ‘shareholders’ present. "Sorry, I’m just too used to saying 'split the loot.' Bad habit!"

"It’s been four or five days since spicy strips hit the market. Let’s hear everyone’s gathered info… hmm, Blade Sect, why don’t you start?"

The Blade Sect Sect Master stood up, his expression serious. He saluted those on either side, then pulled out a crumpled piece of xuan paper, swallowed nervously, and began reading stiffly:

"Respected Sword Pavilion Patriarch, honored Pavilion Master, and dear sect colleagues, good morning! I—"

"Keep it short! No one asked for your life story!"

Chen Huaian knocked the table and sighed.

"Why don’t you just start from the day you were born?"

If any other sect master had said that, the Blade Sect head would’ve sliced them up on the spot.

But this was Sword Pavilion’s Patriarch. He bowed repeatedly in response.

"Don’t know about the other sects, but in Blade Sect, the most popular flavor is Mala Geese. Each disciple eats at least three packs a day. Some even claim they can feel sword intent from it... We plan to purchase another one million Spirit Crystals’ worth of Mala Geese for reserves. We also hope for more flavor options."

As the Blade Sect master spoke, Li Qingran, sitting beside Chen Huaian, was already scribbling notes rapidly with pen and paper.

Mo Shumei, standing behind her, stared blankly at the characters written on the page.

Because… she couldn’t read a single word!

They always said handwriting reflects the person—pretty person, pretty script. But in Li Qingran’s case, the opposite seemed true?

"Qingran, got it all down?" Chen Huaian glanced at his little disciple.

"Yes, Master!" Li Qingran nodded seriously, her face composed.

"Next, Zen Sect."

"Sword Pavilion Patriarch, this humble monk and our disciples really enjoy the, uh…"

The bald-headed old monk hesitated, eyes drooping, clearly struggling to speak, then finally squeezed out three shameful words through gritted teeth:

"Kissy Mouth Snack."

A ripple of muffled laughter spread through the room.

The monk’s face flushed as he pressed his palms together:

"Amitabha. We would like to order another one million Spirit Crystals’ worth of Kissy Mouth. Our only request is… could we rename it? Saying that name in public feels a bit... indecent."

"Request denied. Kissy Mouth is its signature. Change it, and it just loses the magic. If you don’t like it, try Tear-Apart-Your-Mom Beef Jerky instead—though none of you have moms, anyway."

Chen Huaian waved dismissively:

"Next! Next!"

With the banter flowing, the heavy atmosphere around the meeting table started to lighten.

Each sect’s rep began voicing their thoughts and opinions, while Li Qingran kept jotting everything down furiously.

Turns out, each region had totally different taste preferences when it came to spicy strips.

For instance, in the Northern Continent, where the weather was cold, people favored the ultra-spicy and ultra-numbing types.

In Central and Eastern Continents, sweeter flavors were the hit.

Western cultivators preferred salty and savory kinds.

Chen Huaian had gathered this data specifically to boost spicy strip sales.

Right now, he and Sword Pavilion were in the same boat. If Sword Pavilion thrived, he thrived.

It was the backing he needed in the real world.

The second half of the meeting was dedicated to dividends.

Since the main promoters of the spicy strips were these very shareholders, it was only fair that a portion of the profits be distributed among them.

Tens or hundreds of thousands of Spirit Crystals might be nothing to big sects like Lingxi Valley or the Dan Sect.

But for small sects and individual rogue cultivators, that was an unimaginable fortune.

In fact, it pretty much saved Su Qinian’s life.

Originally, his hundred-plus White Moonlights had been ready to throw hands at the meeting.

But once the Spirit Crystal distribution began, the previously hostile mood vanished instantly.

When each of them received tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of low-grade Spirit Crystals, their fierce, icy gazes softened.

Instead of murderous intent, they now looked at Su Qinian with sweetness in their eyes.

A broke battle wolf deserved death.

But a battle wolf that rained gold? That’s a Wolf King!

The atmosphere was just reaching a fever pitch when—

A Dan Sect disciple entered with a grim expression. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees in a slick sliding bow before Dan Sect Master Zhou Xuanzi.

"Sect Master, something’s happened!"

The disciple’s voice was loud—instantly freezing the hall in silence.

Across the table, Yun Baiyu felt her heart skip a beat, sensing something ominous.

Even Zhou Xuanzi’s folding fan stopped swaying. His brows furrowed.

"Speak."

"Just now, we received word—our Dan Sect industries, including the sect headquarters itself, have been surrounded by people from the Holy Land of Jade Pool. A Void Fusion Realm elder is demanding to see you—immediately!"

"What?!"

Zhou Xuanzi felt a chill climb up his spine, a cold sweat soaking his back.

Once, hearing that the Jade Pool was visiting would’ve filled him with excitement.

Now, just hearing their name sent him into a panic.

Why? Because he’d heard what happened—how Jade Pool had nearly slaughtered an entire city just searching for Dan Bai.

The once-pristine image of the Holy Land of Jade Pool and Burning Purification Holy Land was already beginning to crumble in the eyes of other sects.

All that was missing now… was one solid piece of damning evidence.

As for Sword Pavilion?

They were business partners.

As the saying went—there are no permanent enemies, only shared interests.

Sword Pavilion brought them profit. Harboring one Demon Cultivator? Not a big deal.

Especially since that “Demon Cultivator” was sitting right there at the table—a stunning female cultivator who hardly looked evil.

Besides, Sword Pavilion’s Patriarch already explained—she was only practicing demonic techniques because of a curse from the Demonic Blade. She wasn’t actually a bad person.

A demon cultivator? More like a poor soul with bad luck.

For the sake of spicy strips and Spirit Crystals, she was just a pitiful human being.

Not caring what the other elders thought, Zhou Xuanzi slid to his knees in front of Chen Huaian, giving three full kowtows:

"Please, Patriarch—help save my Dan Sect!

I’ll buy another 50 million Spirit Crystals’ worth of spicy strips!"