Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 202: How Does It Compare to the Mermaid Demon?

Chapter 202: How Does It Compare to the Mermaid Demon?

Silver light streamed through the crimson window lattice, scattering like fine sand, illuminating the girl’s jade-white toes inside the canopy bed.

Li Qingran held the weightless fabric between her fingers, sinking into its cloud-like softness.

"So this is what Master called 'white silk'? It’s said to be woven thread by thread from the silk of the extremely rare Ten-Thousand-Year Listening Winter Silkworm from the Western Region…"

Curious, she brushed the thin stocking against her cheek. The cool, silky texture sent a shiver down her spine, making her ears flush with a soft crimson hue.

Master had briefly explained how to wear it.

Yet it still felt a bit strange.

Li Qingran gently pulled the fastening strap at the top of her thigh, tightening the remaining fabric around her toes. The fit instantly became smoother.

A light tapping sound came from behind the screen.

[Does it fit?]

The clear, cold voice carried a hint of amusement.

Li Qingran quickly pressed her legs together, her pale skirt trailing down, revealing glimpses of fair skin beneath—like early snowfall lightly dusted with peach blossoms.

"It… it feels like it might slip off…"

She clutched the hem of her skirt, peeking out half her face. The bell on her wrist chimed softly with her movements.

Suddenly, she felt a gentle tug on her ankle.

A bamboo-ribbed folding fan lifted the gauzy curtain, its tassel brushing against her tensed foot.

A faint scent of sandalwood drifted toward her as her master leaned in.

[You need to fasten it like this.]

The fan bone traced along her calf through the stocking.

Li Qingran curled her toes in embarrassment, the sheer fabric imprinting faint pink lines against her skin.

"Master… you're… too close…"

In the polished bronze mirror, their reflections nearly overlapped.

Li Qingran turned her face away, her breath quivering. She instinctively shrank into herself, her reddened eyes more vibrant than the vermillion cinnabar on the table.

"And… and this outfit… doesn’t seem very proper…"

Her voice was barely above a whisper, the incense curling around her loose hair, veiling even the watery shimmer in her eyes.

Chen Huai’an straightened up, snapped the folding fan shut in his hand, and put on a serious expression.

"Proper or not, this is called freedom of dress!"

"Besides, it’s not like your whole skirt is see-through. At most, it just shows your calves up to your knees… Do you realize what a great item this is? It keeps you warm in winter and cool in summer. Right now, when the night is chilly, doesn’t it feel much warmer?"

His sudden shift in demeanor left Li Qingran stunned for a few seconds.

She pressed her lips together.

She was about to say that at Foundation Establishment Peak, she was no longer affected by heat or cold.

But before the words left her mouth, she swallowed them back down.

She simply lowered her head and obediently followed her master’s lead.

"Master is right. It truly is warm… As expected of the Ten-Thousand-Year Listening Winter Silkworm."

She knew her master liked hearing things like this.

So she said it, just for him.

"Good. Then you must wear them every day."

Chen Huai’an nodded in satisfaction.

In three hours, the Zhongzhou Secret Realm would open, and all the disciples of the Sword Pavilion would be heading there.

Every sect had powerful figures stationed at the exit of the secret realm.

With Sword Pavilion’s small numbers, Chen Huai’an needed to be there personally to hold the ground and ensure nothing unexpected happened to Li Qingran when she returned from the realm.

Now that he had plenty of money, he simply purchased a one-day Nascent Soul Perfection Experience Card to check out the Zhongzhou Secret Realm in advance.

He could only project an avatar—still unable to touch Li Qingran directly—but the folding fan could.

Once tonight was over, he planned to burn that fan—out of jealousy.

"Stand up. Let me see."

Li Qingran obediently stood up.

A sudden breeze lifted the gauze curtain in front of the bronze mirror.

Startled, she quickly pressed down her fluttering skirt.

The sheer white silk wrapped around her legs glowed like pearls under the moonlight.

As she stepped back, her dainty feet disappeared into the shadowed folds of the canopy.

"What are you hiding for?"

The folding fan pressed gently against her trembling knee.

"Turn around."

Her bare feet grazed scattered violet petals as she slowly spun.

The hem of her skirt flared slightly, revealing the soft curves of her legs beneath the tight silk.

Li Qingran clutched her sleeves, not daring to lift her gaze. Stray strands of hair brushed against her collarbone.

"Master… how does it look? Do I… look strange wearing this?"

Chen Huai’an casually wiped the tip of his nose.

He glanced down, watching her toes trace a faint arc on the stone floor.

Silently, he opened his game’s auto-translation function and inputted his thoughts:

[Not bad. Even more lustrous than the jade lotus roots I once saw at Yaochi.]

Li Qingran suddenly tilted her head.

"Then, how do I compare to Master’s long-legged mermaid demon?"

"Cough! A mere fat-headed fish demon is nothing compared to my disciple!"

"So Master admits the fish demon has beautiful legs?"

"That’s not what I meant. I—"

"Hehe~"

Li Qingran grinned, lifting her skirt slightly and spinning around in place.

As her skirt swirled, Chen Huai’an felt as if he had stumbled into a field of flowers, his brain drowning in osmanthus honey.

"Master, should I wear this tomorrow?"

"I thought you said it wasn’t proper?"

"Well, it’s not that bad. Female cultivators wearing long skirts always reveal a bit of leg when they walk. The silk stockings you gave me actually cover more!"

She let her skirt fall and clasped her hands behind her back, standing directly in front of Chen Huai’an.

Her eyes lifted slightly, long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings, carrying an emotion he couldn’t quite describe.

"Master… do you think I look pretty in this?"

"You do."

"Does Master like seeing me wear this?"

"Mm… It’s fine."

"Does fine mean you like it or not?"

"Uh… L-Like."

"Then I’ll wear it!"

The next morning.

Sword Pavilion disciples gathered at the sect’s main square.

Su Qinian glanced left and right, waiting for Chen Huai’an and Li Qingran.

Meanwhile, Chen Huai’an was dealing with an in-game microtransaction dilemma.

[Main Quest: Zhongzhou Secret Realm has opened. Please escort Li Qingran to the secret realm.]

[Current survival rate: 99.999%]

[Heavenly Divination Tip 1: Once Li Qingran enters the dungeon, the player cannot interfere.]

[Heavenly Divination Tip 2: The Zhongzhou Secret Realm contains demonic cultivators and a few monster cultivators.]

[Heavenly Divination Tip 3: Major upheavals will occur when the secret realm closes.]

[Please choose your mode of transportation!]

＜1＞ Recharge ¥1888 for access to a large flying boat that can carry all Sword Pavilion disciples.

＜2＞ Recharge ¥9999 for access to the Lingxiao Sword Formation, a floating sword array capable of carrying all disciples.

＜3＞ Recharge ¥188888 for access to the Nine-Dragon Imperial Chariot, an opulent vehicle pulled by nine flood dragons.

＜4＞ Spend nothing and ride your raggedy flying sword with Li Qingran to the secret realm in utter poverty.

"...HEY! What the hell?!"

Chen Huai’an’s face darkened at Option 4.

He didn’t like wasting money on vanity purchases—but this game was straight-up insulting him for being broke!

Could he let that slide?!

Absolutely not!

He slammed his selection on Option 3.

Today, he was going to show every sect exactly what kind of prestige Sword Pavilion carried!

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"Qingran, get ready to leave!"

Chen Huai’an selected the Nine-Dragon Imperial Chariot.

"ROOOOAAAR——!"

Nine thunderous dragon cries echoed across the sky.

The clouds split apart, golden sunlight spilling through.

Nine black flood dragons emerged from the horizon, pulling an enormous chariot as they broke through Sword Pavilion’s protective array, circling down toward Luoxia Peak.

Before they even arrived, the fierce winds of their descent bent the grass and trees at the summit.

"Master!"

A soft voice called from a small house.

Chen Huai’an turned back—and froze.

Li Qingran stood at the doorway, half-dressed, one foot slipping into a shoe while the other, clad in white silk, delicately balanced on tiptoe.

The golden bell on her ankle kissed the faint rouge stain on her skin.

Feeling his gaze, she giggled and skipped toward him.

For a moment, Chen Huai’an forgot to breathe.

His folding fan slipped from his grasp—

At that instant, he didn't know whether to pick up the fan, or his wildly racing heart.