Chapter 68: Your Virtual Girlfriend Has Joined the Sword Pavilion

The Tianmen Mountain trip ended in a complete mess.

Cai Yifan was traumatized into insanity—his title as a Shaolin secular disciple had turned into a joke.

Song Zichen and Wang Yitao’s public image shattered beyond repair—two grown men had been more cowardly than a young girl when facing danger.

Thanks to the cameraman’s dedication, Su Xingchen’s reputation as a kind-hearted lamb skyrocketed, going viral online. Zhang Lulu, while not particularly impressive, still gained moderate popularity.

But the real internet sensation, the one dominating discussions, was—

The middle school girl who fought a wolf with her bare hands.

The impossibly handsome, effortlessly calm, and terrifyingly composed "National First Male God"—Chen Huai’an.

(Of course, "National First Male God" was just a nickname given by netizens.)

Despite the accident on the

Brave Star Adventure

show, the incident boosted its ratings dramatically.

And since no one died, the internet quickly downplayed the danger—instead, the main takeaway became the ridiculous expressions of the male celebrities.

Chen Huai’an’s face became a meme as well—

But because he had been so calm, there were no ugly or embarrassing screenshots.

Every single meme of him looked insanely cool.

Hotel Front Desk

Receptionist A: "The hottie from Room 418 is back!"

Receptionist B: "Really?! This morning, I even sent Auntie to check, and he wasn’t here yet~"

Receptionist A: "So, should we send him a green bubble message?"

Receptionist B: "Ugh, I’m just a hotel receptionist. He’d never be interested in me."

Standing in front of the counter, Lin Lingling was speechless.

She was short, barely taller than the counter itself.

And with the 32-inch monitors sitting on the counter, her entire lower face was blocked from view.

“Excuse me, I’d like to book Room 417.” Lin Lingling raised her ID card with both hands.

Receptionist A: "Oh, come on, you’re not bad-looking. What if he actually likes you?"

Lin Lingling: “Excuse me, I’d like to book Room 417!”

Receptionist B: "But I weigh almost 180 pounds…"

Receptionist A: "That’s fine! Curvy girls are trendy now~"

Lin Lingling had had enough.

She took a deep breath and snapped—

"YOU HEARD ME?! I SAID I WANT ROOM 417!!!"

The two receptionists finally noticed her.

"Ah, sorry, little sister. Room 417 is already taken~"

"…What about 419?"

"419 is available."

"I’ll book it for a month. Swipe my card."

Lin Lingling, expressionless, slammed her bank card onto the desk.

After checking in, she wordlessly dragged her huge suitcase into the elevator.

As the elevator doors closed, Lin Lingling thought back to last night.

After confirming that Chen Huai’an’s talismans were 100% real, her first reaction was:

Chen Huai’an must be the hidden expert.

But something felt off.

Chen Huai’an had no inner force—just a regular person.

He failed every single test.

On the way down the mountain, she had asked if he was General-ranked.

Chen Huai’an had looked at her like she was an idiot and replied—

"I’m a comparative degree."

Still unconvinced, she tried giving him coded phrases.

She said:

"A friend from afar has arrived—"

(The correct response was:

"Is it not a joy?"

)

Chen Huai’an, instead, responded:

"If they’re far, then we must kill them."

She tried again:

"Do you not recognize the true face of Mount Lu?"

(The correct response was:

"Because one is in the mountain."

)

Chen Huai’an’s answer?

"I only know to draw my bow and shoot eagles."

…A total disaster.

His completely clueless expression told her—

This absurdly handsome man had zero knowledge about the Demon Slayer Bureau.

But then… where did he get those talismans?

Who was he?

Did he even know how to use them?

Maybe he was just a random civilian who stumbled upon some powerful artifacts?

As a Demon Slayer, besides exterminating demons, she had another mission:

To identify civilians affected by Spiritual Qi Revival.

Some of them could become allies—they needed to be informed about the Demon Slayer Bureau.

Some of them could turn into dangerous threats.

Lately, serial murder cases had been rising.

Some were committed by monsters—but many were by humans who had gained unnatural powers.

And these humans were often far more terrifying than the demons.

She had returned the talismans to Chen Huai’an.

(Even with her adorable youthful face, she couldn’t get away with stealing them.)

But she wasn’t about to let him go.

That’s why she booked the room next to his.

To find out what he really was.

If he was just a random civilian, she would buy back those dangerous items.

(And, yes, she definitely wanted them for herself.)

Standing at the door of Room 419, Lin Lingling turned to look at Room 418.

The door was shut tight.

A talisman was firmly stuck to it.

—The exact same Thunderfire Talisman that had killed the wolf demon.

“What the hell?! DOES HE EVEN KNOW HOW TO USE THEM?!”

Lin Lingling clawed at her head, feeling like she was about to lose her mind.

What if he was actually a high-level expert on a secret mission?

Wouldn’t she just be barging into his business?

“…Forget it. I’ll just stay here for a few days and observe.”

Meanwhile, in Room 418…

Chen Huai’an split his fresh Cao’s Spicy Duck with Baji.

Then, plugging in his phone, he booted up his Virtual Girlfriend app.

Last night had been a mess.

After everything, he had to spend half the night in the police bureau.

Why?

Apparently, getting attacked by wild animals required a formal police report, complete with heavy security presence, as if it had been a terrorist attack.

An eye-opening experience, to say the least.

"Qingran must have joined Lingxi Valley by now."

Chen Huai’an muttered to himself.

Lingxi Valley.

A sect full of beautiful women.

Surely, he’d get to feast his eyes on some stunning beauties, right?

But when he opened the game—

It was a wasteland.

Ruins. Broken pillars. Desolation everywhere.

This… was Lingxi Valley?

The famous sect of female healers?

The sect plaque was shattered, the inscription barely readable.

Chen Huai’an slowly typed a question mark.

Then, a game notification popped up:

【Your Virtual Girlfriend, Li Qingran, has joined the sect: “Sword Pavilion.”】

【Sword Pavilion – A sect entirely composed of Sword Cultivators. Due to the nature of Sword Cultivation, this sect is known as the poorest sect in Cangyun Realm.】

Chen Huai’an: “…”

Heavenly Divination!

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I demand a disability refund!