Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 253: Target – Hunyuan Heaven-Mending Pill

Chapter 253: Target – Hunyuan Heaven-Mending Pill

Yun Baiyu immediately pulled out a jade pendant.

Yun Suxin had tons of jewelry and changed it up daily, so finding something close to her body was easy.

Chen Huaian took the pendant and hung it on the Yang Soul Mirror.

But nothing appeared on the mirror.

It wasn’t because Yun Suxin was dead—

The Yang Soul Mirror could show the state of even the dead, down to dismembered corpses or ashes.

He handed the jade pendant back and said to the panicked Yun Baiyu,

“Don’t worry, it’s just not close enough to her body. Give me something even more personal. It has to be very close—hair or blood would also work.”

Yun Baiyu rummaged through her storage pouch for a while, then blushed deeply and pulled out a pair of bloomers. She stammered,

“Senior, would this work? Suxin has already reached Foundation Establishment… she doesn’t shed hair anymore...”

Chen Huaian gave it a casual glance.

He was about to grab it—

When a small hand beat him to it, snatching up the bloomers and placing them on the Yang Soul Mirror.

“Shizun, let me help you.”

That sweet and syrupy voice—soft and sticky—sounded right by his side.

Chen Huaian turned his head and saw his little disciple, Li Qingran, had already come up next to him.

He didn’t even need to guess whose scorching gaze had just been boring into his back.

“Ahem… not bad.” Chen Huaian cleared his throat and nodded seriously.

The Yang Soul Mirror activated again.

Yun Suxin’s figure appeared within it.

Yun Baiyu gasped and burst into tears the moment she saw her daughter—streams of tears slid silently from the corners of her eyes.

Yun Suxin looked awful—worn thin, her face pale as gold leaf, and her aura faint.

She appeared to be suspended midair, her body stretched out in a spread-eagle position, head drooping, unconscious.

Chen Huaian keenly noticed visible frostbite on the parts of her skin that were exposed.

Cultivators were supposed to be immune to heat and cold.

So if someone had frostbite, it could only mean that Yun Suxin had lost her spiritual energy—she was no different from a mortal now.

In other words, she had been crippled.

“Senior, do you know where my daughter is now?”

Yun Baiyu, tears brimming, instinctively reached out and clutched his sleeve.

Li Qingran glanced at the gesture but didn’t say anything.

“Let me divine it.”

Chen Huaian flickered and reentered the Cangyun Realm.

He couldn’t perform fate-divination inside his private realm.

【This is your first fate-divination today. This attempt is free.】

【Divination failed. The target’s fate is being obscured. Your luck debt has reached 987 layers. Unable to forcibly break through fate. Please increase your strength or reduce your luck debt to -17,563 layers.】

Chen Huaian: “…”

F***ing ridiculous!

Judging from the direction of the golden vertical eye,

Yun Suxin wasn’t at Yaochi Holy Land anymore—she was now at Fanjing Holy Land in the west.

She might’ve originally been at Yaochi, but for some reason had been transferred.

Maybe it was some kind of loot-splitting deal between Yaochi and Fanjing.

The situation was more or less clear.

Just then, Chen Huaian felt a gaze peering at him from the horizon.

He wasn’t intimidated. He flipped off the direction it came from with a middle finger, then tore open space and returned to his private realm.

…

“So the Sword Pavilion Patriarch was here!”

Up in the clouds, Real Person Yuning narrowed her eyes. novelbuddy.cσ๓

She had come personally after getting a report from her subordinates.

But actually confronting the Sword Pavilion Patriarch? Not a chance.

The Sword Pavilion Patriarch was at least at the fifth stage of the Void Fusion Realm.

She was only at the fourth. Going up against him would be suicide—

Even a hundred Void Fusion Stage Four cultivators would be throwing their lives away.

The power gap between stages in Void Fusion was no joke.

Still, just confirming his location was enough to awaken elders at Stage Six or even Nine from their secluded cultivation to go take him down.

“…What was that hand gesture just now? Did he notice me?” Yuning frowned.

She was a master of stealth. It shouldn’t have been so easy to detect her.

But that gesture still left her feeling seriously offended.

Now that the Sword Pavilion Patriarch had returned to his private realm,

She immediately began setting up a massive trap formation on the spot.

Yuning lightly touched the vine bell at her waist, a cold smile curving her lips.

Array formations were the only way to challenge higher-realm cultivators across stages.

As long as enough resources were poured into the formation’s core, it could work.

And Yaochi Holy Land was never short on resources.

…

When Chen Huaian got back to his private realm,

he found Luoxia Peak already surrounded by a crowd.

He got closer and realized the cause—

Yun Baiyu had fainted from grief and her own internal injuries.

The disciples of Lingxi Valley were medical cultivators, but the gap between their strength and their Valley Master’s was too great.

They were helpless and could only stand there anxiously.

Luckily, Elder Liu from the medicine garden was already examining Yun Baiyu’s condition.

“How is she?”

The crowd quickly stepped aside when they saw their Patriarch had returned.

Elder Liu lifted his eyes, brows furrowed tightly, and shook his head with a sigh:

“Her dantian has ruptured and her vitality is severed… It’s hard to imagine someone like the Lingxi Valley Master would have so many internal injuries. As far as I know, Lingxi Valley isn’t known for combat. Where would she even get in so many fights?

With a broken dantian, internal injuries become impossible to repair.

The long lifespan she should’ve had is being consumed by these injuries.

She’s already beyond saving. Even treating the injuries would just be a band-aid.

Unless her dantian can be restored.”

“Back in the day, the Valley Master often took the Young Mistress to Yaochi Holy Land,”

one of the Lingxi Valley disciples said, eyes rimmed red.

“They went many times. Once she came back covered in injuries… and never returned again.

After that, she was always in closed-door cultivation. Every time she came out, she looked visibly weaker. Could it be… the people from Yaochi did this to her?”

“Yaochi Holy Land are a bunch of monsters!” a Sword Pavilion disciple cursed loudly.

“Yeah, seriously! Our three senior brothers were also crippled by those Yaochi witches. One of them is still unconscious, and Senior Sister is trapped in Yaochi too.”

The Sword Pavilion disciples were boiling with rage.

They were ready to draw their swords and storm Yaochi on the spot—

to rescue their Senior Sister and avenge their three senior brothers.

“No need to guess. It was Yaochi Holy Land,” Chen Huaian said coldly.

His anger thickened the air around him.

“To restore the dantian, we need a Hunyuan Heaven-Mending Pill.

Not only Yun Baiyu needs one—my three personal disciples at the Sword Pavilion need one too.

Elder Liu, Elder Li, disciples of Lingxi Valley—do any of you know where we can find the Hunyuan Heaven-Mending Pill?”

He’d already used fate-divination on this.

The result? Embarrassing.

The game system could only offer him one mortal-grade Hunyuan Heaven-Mending Pill—

and it was sitting in the Koi Prize Pool as the only one left in stock.

You had to spend money to draw for it.

Not cheap, either.

Cost aside, one pill wasn’t enough.

“Uh…” Elder Liu looked troubled.

He was well-traveled—used to be part of the Zhenwu Holy Land.

Even there, the Hunyuan Heaven-Mending Pill was rare.

He only knew that Yaochi had been collecting them years ago.

So maybe Yaochi still had a stash.

But… there’s no way their Patriarch could just charge into Yaochi.

That place was guarded by someone in the Ascension Realm!

“Senior.”

A cool voice came from the back of the crowd.

Everyone turned around with mixed expressions—

because that girl had a faint demonic aura around her.

Righteous cultivators were naturally prejudiced against those of the demonic path.

If she hadn’t been saved by the Patriarch himself, some Sword Pavilion disciples would’ve already drawn their swords.

Mo Shumei stepped forward and gave Chen Huaian a respectful salute.

Even though she’d mentally prepared herself, she still felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze.

She forced herself to stay calm.

“Junior was once sent to one of Yaochi’s strongholds. At the time, they were aggressively gathering Hunyuan Heaven-Mending Pills. I overheard a lot of things… maybe some of that info could help you?”

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