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

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"A mole?!"

As these words were spoken, everyone's expressions darkened instantly, exchanging wary glances.

"You're saying there's a mole among Moon Shadow Sect's disciples?" Zhang Mengchu's eyes turned sharp, his voice laced with killing intent.

"Mmm..." Rice Bucket tilted her head in thought. "According to my divination, the mole isn't an ordinary disciple but someone in a high position."

The atmosphere in the grand hall grew even heavier.

Undoubtedly, only those with authority within Moon Shadow Sect could attend meetings in the sect leader's hall.

Which meant the mole was among them!

This was no idle threat.

With Zhang Mengchu's Void Treading ninth stage cultivation, ripping out souls for eternal imprisonment was child's play.

None below Void Treading could escape his grasp.

The cultivators present exchanged uneasy looks, but no one spoke up.

Yue Qianchi sidled up to Su Qinian, whispering suspiciously, "Master, you wouldn't happen to be the mole, would you? If you confess now, your disciple will plead for leniency!"

Su Qinian rolled his eyes and snapped, "Get lost! You're the mole! Seems like someone needs a good beating!"

"Still unwilling to step forward?" Seeing the mole clinging to false hope, Zhang Mengchu's expression turned three degrees colder. "Fine, this venerable one declares your chance is gone!"

As his words fell, the air grew even more frigid.

The hall, steeped in killing intent, seemed on the verge of frosting over.

He cupped his hands toward Li Qingran. "Sect Leader, since there's a mole among us, when the demon tribe attacks, we elders can't very well stay in one place watching each other.

How about this—let's first set up a bidirectional confinement array around our sect that prevents both entry and exit. This way, no cultivator below my level can leave.

At least until the demons attack, the mole won't be able to cause trouble or contact the enemy."

Li Qingran felt some tension ease upon hearing this. "Elder Zhang's method prevents problems before they arise—excellent! Whatever happens, we're now prepared. Even if the mole contacts the demons, we can minimize losses."

"Indeed, but we should inform the Patriarch immediately."

Zhang Mengchu added, "Our suggestions are merely crude ideas. The Patriarch is wise and might have better strategies."

"I'll notify the Patriarch promptly." Li Qingran nodded.

She knew Zhang Mengchu wasn't questioning her capability, but with the demon saints at Great Ascension Stage power, matters involving such combat strength exceeded what she or all present cultivators combined could handle.

A crisis threatening the sect's survival required Great Ascension Stage Chen Huaian's overall command.

As the sect leader's meeting concluded, an atmosphere of mutual suspicion spread through Moon Shadow Sect.

Ordinary disciples remained unaffected, but among the elders—except those who knew each other intimately—guardedness appeared.

Zhang Mengchu and Li Ziping, the sect's current strongest fighters, personally arranged the arrays.

Su Qinian prepared wartime supplies as preparations proceeded methodically.

Li Qingran returned alone to her abode, taking out her lifebound artifact—the Electric Pipe Treasure.

Normally, she used this to contact her master.

Since reaching late Golden Core stage, a small screen had appeared on the artifact.

The screen displayed her master's avatar; tapping it opened another interface where she could send cross-world messages by writing—extremely convenient.

[Master, the demon tribe has emerged from the Hundred Thousand Mountains and will attack all sects in Cangyun Realm! The diviner girl also calculated there's a mole collaborating with them within our sect! Please return upon receiving this message, and... I miss you!]

Li Qingran sighed at her crooked handwriting.

She hit send.

Her ugly writing wasn't new, and since her master didn't mind, there was no need for pretense.

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Meanwhile.

Earth Star.

Chen Huaian was advancing with Kunlun Immortal Palace's forces when he felt his phone vibrate.

He didn't check it immediately.

The Electronic Girlfriend game was his secret, and his current environment could be described as surrounded by enemies.

Besides Hua Jin, there were likely other powerful figures present—now wasn't the time for unusual behavior.

While everyone faced forward, him staring at his phone would be suicidal.

"What's happened in Cangyun Realm? Hopefully nothing serious..." Chen Huaian pondered. With Jade Pool Holy Land and Burning Purity Holy Land already neutralized, the only threat to Moon Shadow Sect was the missing Real Person Yuyao.

Even if Yuyao threatened Moon Shadow Sect, his pocket dimension's entrance remained open—the entire sect could take refuge, though relocating their high-grade spirit veins in the mountains would be difficult.

Probably just his little girlfriend missing him and sending a message.

This thought reassured him.

As they neared their destination, more Ascenders appeared, though Kunlun Immortal Palace's formidable procession kept them at a distance.

"Hah, spineless cowards!"

"This is Kunlun Immortal Palace's might~"

Wang Shouyi and other senior disciples grew arrogant again seeing this.

"These trash dare compete for Celestial Jade Marrow? Asking to be kicked to death!" This came from Wu Wenbin, inheritor of Kunlun Fist techniques, who shook his head ruefully:

"Pity that even stray dogs can enter Kunlun Immortal Palace now... must be because we're short-handed, giving riffraff opportunities."

Wang Shouyi frowned slightly at this.

Chen Huaian pretended not to hear, the corner of his mouth secretly curling upward.

Arrogance? Good.

Arrogance meant overconfidence—such people lacked vigilance.

Making them easier to handle.

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Night fell—the third quarter of the night watch.

Normally bustling Tianfu Square stood empty.

With recent demonic activity, only fools ventured out at night. But tonight was different—the usually rampant demons seemed to cower, making no appearance.

The square now teemed with people—not just Ascenders but demon slayers and opportunists hoping to profit.

Some had clearly camped here early, evidenced by tents and litter everywhere.

"Did you hear? A treasure emerges tonight! Obtaining it might make us Ascenders!"

"Ha! Could we possibly seize such treasure? Major sects and factions will appear—better use this chance to join one than risk our lives!"

The opportunists whispered among themselves.

Until a bell suddenly tolled.

Before its echoes faded, a golden streak split the western sky.

Like an invisible hand tearing the night, radiant Buddhist light cascaded down, illuminating the entire square.

Golden lotuses bloomed successively in midair, each bearing a robed monk.

Their leader held a staff topped with a pagoda that trembled slightly, emitting solemn chants.

Five Great Thunder Temple abbots and one Buddhist saint stood united, followed by thousands of disciples forming a moving golden tide. Their unhurried advance solidified the air, silencing all sound.

Some mortals involuntarily knelt in worship, while others held their breaths, not daring to make noise.

"Great Thunder Temple has arrived."

The Buddhist proclamation thundered with majestic authority.

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