Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?
Chapter 358: How About Some Fries?

Chapter 358: How About Some Fries?

Less than half an hour later,

Chen Huai’an had sweet-talked the ascenders from Qingfeng Sect so much they were nearly grinning like newborn babies.

Stuff like “the world’s most righteous sect,” “heroes who bring salvation to the people”—he threw out one absurdly exaggerated title after another.

And he didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty doing it.

He’d already killed Qingfeng Sect’s former sect leader—this was just a little... compensation.

The few ascenders from Qingfeng Sect left behind a decent stash of what they considered pretty valuable resources.

“Healing Pills, basic injury recovery meds. Essence Return Pills, basic spiritual energy restoration meds.”

Not feeling anything from the Healing Pill, Chen Huai’an popped an Essence Return Pill.

It could restore enough spiritual energy for one or two of his normal sword strikes—nothing impressive.

For the average cultivator, it might restore about a tenth of their total energy.

To fully recover, they’d probably need to chug the whole bottle.

This was clearly made for Foundation Establishment cultivators.

For Qi Refining stage, it wasn’t half bad.

But even with good pills, there’s a saying: all medicine has its poison—you can’t just pop a whole bottle at once!

...Except for Dual Cultivation Pills. Those? The more the merrier~

As for the cultivation techniques Qingfeng Sect left behind, there were two scrolls.

The first was an internal energy technique—Yumen Technique, said to be used by Qingfeng Sect’s outer disciples.

But it only included the first three levels, enough to reach early Golden Core.

If one wanted to progress further, they’d have to join the sect to get the more advanced versions.

The second was a physical cultivation technique—Golden Toad Technique, used by outer sect disciples with no spiritual roots.

It didn’t scale as well and had no advanced follow-ups.

Once your body reached the equivalent of a late Foundation Establishment spell cultivator, that was the ceiling.

This body-tempering technique wasn’t even part of the original gift—it got thrown in after the Qingfeng Sect guys were talked into such a good mood.

To them, this technique was no less valuable than Yumen Technique.

It required no qualifications and didn’t force people to join the sect later on.

If they were spreading the Dao to other factions, they definitely wouldn’t have included Golden Toad.

But hey—this governor from Province C? Handsome and smooth-talking?

They figured Chen Huai’an had scored big.

And Chen? He played along like he’d struck gold.

But the moment the visitors left and the alloy gate shut—

His smile disappeared, replaced with a look of utter disdain.

“Yumen Technique, Golden Toad Technique? You’d think they were named after butt-clenching exercises or frog stance training!”

He tossed the jade slips aside and shot a contemptuous look at the pile of pills.

“These can’t even compare to what I’ve collected myself.

And those weren’t even made by the top alchemists—just amateur disciples.

Wait till I get professionals involved. The quality’s only going up!”

Of course, he didn’t say any of this in front of Wang Shouyi.

Wang had gone to see the Qingfeng Sect cultivators off.

Only Zhao Ying and the others were present to hear this.

“Governor, so... these resources aren’t that great?”

Zhao Ying, now borderline worshipping Chen Huai’an, had originally thought the items were pretty valuable.

After hearing his comments, she was instantly let down.

“Not just ‘not great’—they’re total trash.”

Chen waved it off. “I’ve got better ones. No time like the present—let me give you your new techniques now.”

Truthfully, he hadn’t prepped anything specific for Zhao Ying and the rest.

But now that his pocket dimension housed the Sword Pavilion, Lingxi Valley, Pill Sect, and True Martial Holy Land,

he had more techniques than he knew what to do with.

Just from True Martial alone, he could pull dozens that reached the Void Fusion stage.

Sure, there were even some that reached Great Ascension.

But remember—what level a technique can reach is just a reference point.

Talent, hard work, and luck matter more.

With enough of those, someone could ascend even with a garbage-tier street technique.

No need for VR headsets or logging in.

As the Lord of the micro-world, Chen just needed a single thought to enter any sect’s library.

While Zhao Ying and the others waited eagerly,

Chen entered a small private room and opened his phone.

He launched his virtual girlfriend game to access the micro-world.

Once inside, the interface now had all sorts of facilities listed—

Sect libraries, training grounds, etc.

He tapped on “Library,” and several options appeared: Sword Pavilion, Lingxi Valley, Pill Sect, True Martial Holy Land.

After some thought, he picked the Sword Pavilion.

Zhao Ying used a saber, and the Pavilion’s mixed archives were the most likely place to find good saber techniques.

Once inside, a magnifying glass icon popped up in the corner.

It was self-explanatory.

This system was seriously user-friendly—even had a filter function!

Zhao Ying had dual lightning-metal spiritual roots.

So he added that as a filter, along with the saber category.

Hit search.

In an instant, the overwhelming sea of techniques was narrowed down to just three pages—five entries per page.

The highest-ranked one?

A Tier-Earth Saber Technique called Thunder Origin Blade.

He didn’t need to overthink saber techniques—she could always switch to something better later.

Once she reached the Void Fusion stage, she’d need to comprehend her own saber technique.

By then, whatever she used now would be obsolete.

So he gave Zhao Ying the Thunder Origin Blade plus an Earth-tier internal technique called Devour Thunder Art, which could be cultivated up to the Body Fusion stage.

For Xiang Xiaoyuan, he selected Fragrant Heaven Art, a dual cultivation technique focused on healing and swordplay.

It came with a special umbrella sword style, with the sword hidden in the umbrella.

Also suitable for the Body Fusion stage.

This technique was one of the rare internal arts from Lingxi Valley.

It wasn’t a core sect technique only because its superior version had been lost over time.

Even so, only inner disciples of Lingxi Valley were allowed to practice it.

Aside from Zhao Ying and Xiang Xiaoyuan,

he also picked suitable techniques for Old Li and the bearded guy,

which he’d hand over once they returned from their missions.

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“Big Sis Ying, if I’m not mistaken… that little room is supposed to be a maid’s quarters, right?

Is Governor Chen seriously picking techniques for us in the maid’s room?”

Lin Lingling bravely raised her question.

She hadn’t started her punishment yet, so her mouth was still pretty bold.

“Governor Chen’s thoughts and abilities aren’t something we can speculate on. Just wait quietly.

Who knows—maybe his awakened spirit power is Doraemon,” Zhao Ying said with a completely serious face.

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Less than ten minutes later,

Chen Huai’an came out of the small room.

Now holding three jade slips.

Honestly, he could’ve been out in a minute,

but he’d stayed an extra one on purpose—didn’t want to seem too freakish.

“Here, these are the techniques I picked out for you. Start cultivating them.”

Zhao Ying took the jade slips.

Two of them crackled with lightning—obviously lightning-based techniques.

One of them gave off a sharp, wild energy—had to be the saber art!

Compared to these, Qingfeng Sect’s jade slips were utterly dull.

The difference between generic trash and premium-grade material!

No doubt the governor’s sugar mama was being super generous with resources.

“Wow... I can feel a surge of vitality just holding this jade slip,”

Xiang Xiaoyuan exclaimed, thrilled.

She’d always felt something was missing when she practiced her old breathing technique—

now she knew: it simply wasn’t the right fit.

As Zhao Ying and the others were basking in the joy of finally getting compatible techniques—

A sword-riding figure suddenly descended like a ghost, landing silently behind them.

Wang Shouyi had returned after escorting the Qingfeng Sect ascenders.

Seeing everyone staring blankly,

he glanced at the jade slips in Zhao Ying and Xiang Xiaoyuan’s hands and smiled warmly.

“What’s everyone up to?

Hungry?

Wanna hit Knockoff Chicken for some fries? I’ve got coupons!”