Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 218: Betrayal

“I hate you! I HATE YOU ALL! I was just one step away from becoming a half-step Demon Immortal! I was already hiding in this sunless realm, suffering in seclusion—and yet, you three old dogs still came to hunt me down, even launching a sneak attack while I was in closed-door cultivation!”

“Karmic Vajra Purification!”

With a thunderous shout, Monk Fenye leaped into the air. His bronze-hued skin radiated a metallic sheen, and the nine-ringed monk staff in his hands blazed with golden Buddhist light.

Nine golden rings transformed into shackles, locking around the skeletal demon’s neck. The red Sanskrit script embroidered on his kasaya detached from the fabric and materialized in the air, forming thirty-two crimson lotus flames that began to scorch the skeletal demon’s body, causing it to sizzle and crack.

Jade Yao Zhenren flicked her sleeves gracefully. Her Ice Soul Needles swirled through the air like dragons encircling the battlefield.

The usually cold and aloof Palace Master of Yaochi even revealed a rare hint of amusement in her tone.

“The True Martial Sword Intent of the Void is indeed as extraordinary as rumored. If Zhang Daoist hadn’t gone all out to drive this wretched creature out of the Ancient Burial Grounds, I wouldn’t have been able to pinpoint its fatal weakness…”

Zhang Yibai saw that the skeletal demon was now trapped and exhausted, its strength nearly depleted.

It was secure.

His nerves finally relaxed.

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However—before Jade Yao Zhenren even finished her sentence, a chilling gleam suddenly shot from her fingertips.

The Ice Soul Needles, which had been restraining the skeletal demon, abruptly turned and rained down like a storm toward Zhang Yibai’s acupoints!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The ambush happened too fast.

The moment Zhang Yibai sensed danger, he immediately withdrew his swords, forcibly shifting his stance to protect his vital points. His true essence surged in reverse through his meridians, a metallic taste rising in his throat.

The Yin-Yang Twin Swords formed an impenetrable sword net before him.

But his attacker was none other than Jade Yao Zhenren—another Grand Ascension cultivator, just like him!

Most of the needles were deflected, but seven managed to pierce through, embedding themselves deep into his right shoulder’s Tianzong acupoint.

At the same time, a sinister gust of wind rushed from behind.

Monk Fenye, who had somehow moved behind him unnoticed, pressed a blazing red 卍 symbol onto his back!

Boom—!

A crimson fire lotus exploded behind Zhang Yibai.

His moon-white Daoist robe was instantly shredded, exposing charred, bloody flesh.

“You…! Cough!”

Zhang Yibai staggered, dropping to one knee. Blood trickled from the corner of his lips, evaporating into mist as it touched his blade.

His gaze snapped to the lava pool—where the skeletal demon’s form was now vanishing into thin air.

The eerie blue ghost flames in its eyes had transformed into two small serpents, slithering obediently into Jade Yao Zhenren’s sleeve.

Monk Fenye’s once-benevolent expression twisted into a gleeful smirk as he taunted,

“Zhang Zhenren, do you like the little ‘gift’ that Jade Yao Zhenren and I prepared for you?”

The crimson lotus fire in his fingertips burned away the last remnants of Zhang Yibai’s protective golden light.

“You opposed our plan back then, babbling about ‘heavenly principles’ and ‘cosmic balance’… Zhang Yibai, the heavens are already collapsing! Do you really still care about balance? We walk different paths—so for the sake of what comes next, we had no choice but to send you on your way.”

Jade Yao Zhenren descended lightly onto an ice crystal platform, her jade hairpin having transformed into a three-foot-long azure sword.

The reflection of her blade captured the cold gleam in her eyes.

“The blood, flesh, and soul of a Grand Ascension cultivator, combined with a divine weapon like the True Martial Swords, should be enough to knock on the gates of immortality.”

From her sleeve, she withdrew two bronze soul lamps.

One contained the ghost fire of the skeletal demon.

The other was empty—clearly prepared for Zhang Yibai.

“So this was your plan all along… No wonder the skeletal demon’s location was suddenly exposed a few years ago—and it even ‘coincidentally’ went into secluded cultivation.”

Zhang Yibai let out a bitter laugh.

He had thought this was a stroke of luck, a chance to slay the demon and gain karmic merit to further comprehend the Void Sword Intent.

He had planned to claim all the benefits for himself.

But Monk Fenye and Jade Yao had insisted on joining him.

Fine. He had been magnanimous. He had agreed to share.

He never imagined… this was all a trap!

But—

His bloodstained fingers suddenly plunged into his own chest.

With a snap, something shattered.

Blinding golden light burst from between his fingers.

A colossal Taiji diagram unfurled across the sky of the secret realm.

“I have comprehended the Yin-Yang Void Sword Intent for three thousand six hundred years… Yet I have never once used my very soul as the blade, nor unleashed a strike that truly borders upon the Dao of Yin-Yang!”

The ground collapsed under the sheer pressure of his energy, revealing an abyss.

Zhang Yibai’s body plummeted into it, his tattered robe flaring wildly in the wind.

Then—his tightly shut eyes snapped open.

One eye was Yin, the other Yang.

Within them, Dao flowed.

“Today, Zhang Yibai of the Void Sword Sect shall use this broken body… to send you both to hell!”

Crack!

The blood-red sky split apart.

Suspended above the abyss, Zhang Yibai’s blood-drenched white robe billowed in an unseen wind.

The True Martial Swords hovered three inches from his brow, their blades reflecting the swirling Yin-Yang energies.

“Three thousand years of contemplation—only today do I finally grasp the true meaning of the Void.”

He chuckled as he wiped away the golden blood at the corner of his lips.

As his fingertips traced the edge of his sword, his entire right arm ignited—black and white flames intertwining.

Monk Fenye’s chest convulsed in terror.

His nine-ringed staff melted into molten gold before he could even lift it.

“Retreat! This is—”

But before he could finish, Jade Yao Zhenren’s Ice Soul Needles disintegrated into nothingness.

Beneath them, a massive thousand-zhang Taiji diagram unfurled, mirroring the now Yin-Yang-colored sky.

Zhang Yibai became his sword.

The secret realm began to twist and collapse around him.

Wherever the Yin-Yang Void Sword Intent passed, space fractured, the very fabric of the world warping under its weight.

“Yin-Yang Void—shatter all illusions, reveal the truth!”

With that final whisper, the True Martial Swords dissolved into nothingness.

No sword light. No sound.

Only the Dao itself, resonating through the heavens.

And the world… was erased.

Meanwhile, in the Cangyun Realm—

At an unnamed deep pool, the water suddenly boiled.

A translucent sword shadow emerged, entwined in Yin-Yang energy.

At its tip…

A faint, flickering soul flame danced.

“How could the True Martial Emperor possibly die so easily?”