Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 136: Demonization!

Chapter 136: Demonization!
“Captain Zhao, didn’t I say Tianfu District produced a real talent?”
In the mission hall,
The Bearded Guy
sat beside a short-haired woman. They both puffed on cigarettes, eyes on the massive screen displaying countless mission listings.
“He’s something, alright,” the woman—
Zhao Ying
—exhaled a smoke ring. “You might’ve missed it, but he’s already got
Spiritual Qi
in him.”
“No way…” The Bearded Guy froze mid-puff. “I swear, I didn’t teach him
Breath Cultivation
. I like the kid, sure, but I’d never break the bureau’s rules.”
Breath Cultivation was the
Demon Slayer Bureau’s
core technique—its key to breaking the monopoly of ancient cultivation families.
If Chen Huai’an
joined
the bureau, The Bearded Guy could authorize him for the
first three volumes
of the technique on the spot.
But if he stayed
out
—
No chance.
Zhao Ying flicked ash. “Your understanding of
Spiritual Qi Revival
is still shallow. Awakened types come in many forms—Ability-types, Beast-bound types, Spirit-bound types, Ghost-bound types, and Ancient Martial types. Not every Awakened needs
Breath Cultivation
to store Spiritual Qi.
I said he has Qi.
But it could be
one-time Qi
, not something he can regenerate.”
The Bearded Guy grunted thoughtfully.
Chen Huai’an’s
Companion Spirit
had already granted him powerful
Talisman abilities
.
If it could produce
Spiritual Qi items
too…
Then that Companion Spirit was straight-up
broken
.
“If Xiaoyuan cures his cancer,” The Bearded Guy asked, “Will his combat rating go up?”
Zhao Ying gave a half-nod. “Depends. His talismans burn
lifespan
—who knows what price his sword techniques demand.
If his Companion Spirit can
prolong his lifespan
, maintaining a cycle of power and recovery…
He could easily reach
B-Class Soldier Rank
, maybe even
A-Class
.
But if he can’t offset the lifespan cost…
He’s just a powerful
flash-in-the-pan
. A shooting star—bright, but short-lived.”
The Bearded Guy cracked a grin. “He doesn’t
feel
like the short-lived type. His Qi’s got a
kick
to it.”
Just as the words left his mouth—
BOOM—!
A
wave of malevolent aura
exploded from the treatment room.
Zhao Ying’s expression turned razor-sharp.
She shot to her feet—
CRASH!
A wall
shattered
—
And from the wreckage,
Xiang Xiaoyuan
came flying out—
Her petite frame
slammed
into the front desk of the mission hall, rolling lifelessly to a stop.
“
Shit! What the hell—?
”
The Bearded Guy bolted to check her pulse.
And at the broken wall—
A
colossal, tumor-ridden claw
emerged—locked in brutal combat with a
thunder-clad Tang Dao
—
Wielded by—
Zhao Ying.
The monstrous claw moved with
inhuman speed
, exchanging fierce blows.
Zhao Ying’s eyes narrowed—
She saw her opening.
Parry.
Vault.
Land.
Her blade flashed—
She drew into a
battōjutsu
stance—
“
Raikiri—Thunder Cut!
”
ZZZT—!!
The air
screamed
as her
lightning-wreathed blade
flashed—
SHLINK—!
The
claw
—
severed
.
But—
The stump
bubbled and writhed
—
meat tendrils
stitching it back together
instantly
.
And the
severed half
—
It didn’t fall.
It
shifted
.
Re-formed.
Into a
wolf-shaped monstrosity
—
And
lunged
—
Zhao Ying’s blade
sang
again—
The wolf was
shredded
—a burst of charred flesh and black blood.
Yet—her gaze stayed fixed on the source.
The
tumorous claw
—still extending—
Connected
directly
—
To
Chen Huai’an’s chest.
Cancer.
Mutated flesh.
Uncontrolled growth.
Zhao Ying’s eyes flashed with grim understanding—
“This isn’t just cancer.”
“It’s—
Demonization.
”
She had seen it before.
When diseases—twisted by
Spiritual Qi Revival
—became
monstrous entities
.
But usually—those victims—
They
lost themselves
—
Their bodies hijacked—
Their humanity—
gone.
And the bureau’s response was always—
“Exterminate.”
But—
Chen Huai’an—
He wasn’t
lost
.
The creature hadn’t
consumed
him—
It was
feeding off him.
This—
This was the
real threat
.
“If this thing’s willing to hide—” Zhao Ying thought, “—then it was
waiting
. Feeding. Growing. Biding its time—”
Until—
He died—
And it
fully emerged.
“But you showed yourself early—”
Zhao Ying’s eyes turned cold.
“So now—”
“I’ll
slaughter you.
”
Her palm
crackled
—electric arcs snapping along her Tang Dao—
The blade—
Encased in lightning
—
Sheathed in destruction.
The
giant claw
descended
, an avalanche of raw flesh and death—
Zhao Ying—
Didn’t flinch.
SSSHNK—!!
Her
draw
—was
absolute
.
Blinding arcs
of lightning wove a
net
—
And the claw—
EXPLODED—
Into a
storm
of
burnt flesh
and
ash
.
The air reeked—
A foul stench of
scorched protein
.
Zhao Ying stood firm—
Tang Dao
humming
—
Eyes sharp—
“Is it over—?”
But then—
FWOOSH—!!!
A
sonic crack
—
behind her.
She
twisted—
Too
late.
BAM—!
A
black tendril
—like a
whip
—
Slammed
into her abdomen.
Her body
folded
—
Then
rocketed
—
Crashing
through the opposite wall.
“
Ghh…
”
Zhao Ying coughed blood, one hand stabbing the floor to stay upright—
Her vision—
blurred.
She saw it—
The
culprit
—
A
tendril
—black, writhing—
Snapped back—into—
The
creature.
The smoke cleared—
And what she saw—
Froze her soul.
A
Dragon.
No—
A
flesh
and
tumor
Dragon.
It
filled
the room—
Walls
split
and
groaned
—forced outward by its
massive bulk
.
Its body—
A
cancerous labyrinth
of
pulsing meat.
Its
head
—
Broad.
Fanged.
Eastern.
But—
wrong.
The grace of an
Eastern dragon
—
Twisted into something
vile
.
Its
claws
—like
pillar-thick talons.
Its
eyes
—
Red.
Malicious.
Mocking.
And—
At its
center
—
Cradled in its
chest cavity
—
Chen Huai’an.
Unconscious.
Trapped.
Zhao Ying’s knuckles
whitened.
Worse—
The
Dragon’s aura—
Had reached—
Commander Rank.
Her heart—
sank.
That—
Was a gap she
could not cross.
The Dragon’s eyes—
Settled on
her.
In those eyes—
Derision.
Amusement.
Scorn.
Its mouth—
Split—
Wide—
Revealing
rows
of
jagged fangs.
And from that maw—
A
cacophony
—
A
chorus
—
Of
thousands
of
screams
—
“A
worm
—
dares defy
me
?”
“Had you struck—
Days ago
—
You might have
succeeded.
”
“But now—”
“I have
merged
—
With
seven-tenths
of this vessel’s
bloodline.
”
“I have
fed
—
On his
Qi—
On his
life—
On his
essence—
”
“I am
complete—
”
The Dragon’s voice—
A
chorus
of
souls
—
Mocking—
Echoing—
Endless—
“
Kehehehehe…
”
“Now—
Perish.”
The
tail
—
Lashed—
A
wall of concrete
—
Ripped
clean
from the structure—
And
hurled—
Straight—
At—
Zhao Ying.
She—
Could—
Not—
Dodge—
The Dragon—
Would—
Kill—
Her—