My Virtual Immortal Girlfriend Came to Life from a Mobile Game

Chapter 48 – War on Land, Lu Changtian

When the pill was shot into Daoist Qingxuan's mouth, two people shuddered.

One was Sect Master Wu Duantian, and the other was Chen Huaian, who was staring blankly at his phone.

The game had just prompted him to choose whether to hand the normal pill to Daoist Qingxuan, and he had selected yes.

So, this is what it means to "hand over"?

Is it really that hardcore?

Won't this NPC fly into a rage?

Could it trigger a sudden Bad End?

Wu Duantian was shocked by Chen Huaian's rudeness. As a Great Cultivator, he actually forced a pill into someone else's mouth...

It's truly disgraceful!@@@@

Utterly explosive!

Surprisingly... delightful!!

Li Qingran was dumbfounded.

A single strand of hair stood up on her forehead, dazed.

Daoist Qingxuan's throat moved as the Great Rejuvenation Pill went down.

He was about to let his anger take over, but the pill's power spread within him, and there wasn't even a trace of Pill Poison. It was clear that, as the mysterious cultivator had said, there was no trickery involved, and Xiao Yifeng's current predicament was his own doing.

Daoist Qingxuan felt conflicted.

His anger-clouded mind calmed a bit.

He couldn't just claim the pill contained poison to twist the truth, could he?

Everyone could see clearly, and his face was already lost.

The cultivation realm of this cultivator was unknown and still hidden.

If he lashed out and lost, he wouldn't be able to stay in the Azure Cloud Sect anymore.

Forget it, better to endure one last time.

Daoist Qingxuan took a deep breath, his stiff face twitching twice, and squeezed out a sentence: "Indeed, this Great Rejuvenation Pill contains no Pill Poison... I failed to teach my disciple well, making a fool of myself in front of you. However, Xiao Yifeng's talent in Pill Dao is exceptional. Given time, if he achieves something, we shall seek your guidance again."

Daoist Qingxuan's words were quite tactful.

The implication was that fortunes change over time, in a disciple's version.

Li Qingran also sensed Lu Changtian's intent. She dodged a sweeping sword qi, her figure flickering as the Su Xian Sword stabbed towards an empty spot.

Lu Changtian, transformed into frost and snow, appeared in that space, his brows furrowed, his gaze sharp. He flipped like a hawk to avoid the Su Xian Sword, secretly marveling at how quickly Li Qingran's reactions had become. He felt a chill above his head and immediately raised his sword to block. A powerful force struck his sword but quickly vanished. As he spun to deliver a sneaky whip kick, Li Qingran had already gracefully retreated three steps.

In the moment before Lu Changtian could retract his leg, she thrust her sword again.

Sword light fell like rain, its momentum growing swift.

The sword move she used was also the one she used against Mu Baishuang on the arena—the sixth form of the Lesser Wuxiang Sword: Rain Pouring Down.

With his cultivation suppressed too much, Lu Changtian's body couldn't keep up with his mind's reactions.

He never expected Li Qingran's sword to be so fast, even with his understanding of the Lesser Wuxiang Sword, he could only respond hastily.

Rain Pouring Down could at most unleash forty-nine consecutive strikes.

In his memory, when Li Qingran practiced swords with him, she never executed more than thirty strikes with this move.

He just needed to endure past thirty strikes.

Hiss—!

No time to think further.

A sharp sword light suddenly appeared before his eyes, incredibly fast.

This sword light descended from above, followed by a blurred figure.

The downpour of rain, the sword momentum like a waterfall.

Within the rain curtain formed by the sword shadows, there was a faint, almost imperceptible sword intent brewing,

which, after accumulating through forty-nine strikes, burst forth like a bamboo splitting.

Clang!

Lu Changtian's sword flew from his hand.

He knelt on the ground, his pupils trembling, staring blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar girl before him.

The cold blade of the Su Xian Sword was already at his throat.

"Why, can you execute the final strike of Rain Pouring Down?"

"Why?"

Li Qingran's voice seemed to sigh, yet also seemed to mock herself.

"Lu Changtian, I actually learned it long ago, but your impatience never allowed me to reach the final strike."