Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?

Chapter 838: Farming or Guarding the Gate?

"Immortal... Immortal Emperor, Your Majesty, I think... I could be more useful in other areas. As for mining..." Spirit Void Old Ghost rubbed his hands together, tentatively saying, "Anyone can do this kind of work, why must it be an immortal?Any cultivator in the Cangyun Realm could dig.

It's not that this junior is being picky, it's just that this junior wants to make a greater contribution to the Immortal Realm, not do something so simple and utterly unchallenging..."

White Sword looked at Spirit Void Old Ghost and sneered.

How could he not know what Spirit Void Old Ghost was thinking?

This Cloud Pattern Steel might seem no different from ore from the Lower Realm, but it must be split using tools driven by immortal power. In the Lower Realm, it would be an indestructible treasure, a top-grade material for forging divine weapons.

But in the Immortal Realm, this is just a very low-grade ore material.

In White Sword's eyes, this material is only good for building palaces.

That's right...

He was now preparing to rebuild the Immortal Realm.

The ruins he had shown Spirit Void Old Ghost earlier were merely an illusion he had conjured using Immortal Qi, including those Immortal Bridges and Celestial Music—it was all just going through the motions for Spirit Void Old Ghost's ascension.

But to get everything back on track, he couldn't personally handle all this forever.

In the past, when resources in both the Upper and Lower Realms of Cangyun were exhausted, the immortals were selfish and self-serving, disregarding Cangyun's survival, draining the pond to catch the fish. To ensure the Cangyun Realm's continued existence, and also for his own selfish desires, he had slaughtered the immortals clean.

Now, with a large amount of Celestial Jade Marrow, an Innate Spiritual Treasure, able to continuously replenish the Cangyun Realm's resources, immortals could naturally appear again. And for the campaign against Earth Star, the more immortals, the better.

Thus, a bare, desolate Immortal Realm was a bit unsuitable.

Covered walkways, palace towers, pavilions, terraces, and towers—all needed to be rebuilt.

The Immortal Realm needed to look like the Immortal Realm.

Only then would immortals who ascended feel a sense of belonging and cohesion. They would then fight for the Cangyun Realm without regard for life or death, contributing their strength.

"You want to do something else? That's not impossible either."

White Sword looked Spirit Void Old Ghost up and down.

He seemed to be considering what kind of material Spirit Void Old Ghost was.

Hearing this, Spirit Void Old Ghost's eyes instantly lit up, his withered hands rubbing together—whatever it was, as long as it wasn't mining.

Could there be a more demeaning job in the Immortal Realm than mining?

He didn't believe it!

"Thank you, Immortal Emperor, Your Majesty!" He repeatedly bowed. "Rest assured, whether it's slaying demons and monsters or exploring secret realms, this old man guarantees to handle it flawlessly, absolutely not letting you down!"

He had already started calculating in his heart.

Even if he couldn't become an immortal official with real power, at least he could escape the bitter chore of being a miner.

Even without status, it was still better than swinging a hammer and digging rocks every day.

Most importantly, he believed that with his ruthless drive, he would eventually rise above the rest of the immortals one day.

But before his smile could fade.

White Sword suddenly reached out, grabbing the back of his collar like picking up a chick.

Spirit Void Old Ghost only felt a flash of light and shadow before his eyes, and the next second, his feet landed on a patch of wasteland—this place was even more desolate than the previous mine. The ground was cracked, grayish-brown bedrock. When the void storm swept through, it carried fine, fragmented stone dust that crackled against his face.

In the distance, a few scattered withered, yellow weeds were rooted deep in the rock crevices. Not a hint of greenery could be seen here, let alone any immortal flowers or spiritual herbs.

In the air, besides the smell of earth, there was only thin Immortal Qi.

It seemed even more barren than the deserts of the Cangyun Realm.

"If you don't want to mine, then farm vegetables here."

White Sword released his hand, pointed at the wasteland under their feet, his tone flat.

"Don't tell me you don't even know how to farm vegetables."

"F-farm vegetables?" Spirit Void Old Ghost's smile froze on his face, he completely couldn't hold out anymore. He twisted his stiff neck to look at White Sword. "Immortal Emperor, Your Majesty, you're not joking, are you?

This old man is a newly ascended immortal!

Making an immortal farm vegetables... Could you really not find any other manpower?

If this gets out, I..."

Before he could finish, he met White Sword's icy gaze.

The second half of his words were forcefully swallowed back.

Spirit Void Old Ghost scrunched up his face, switching to a wronged expression, and offered an ingratiating smile. "It's not that this old man thinks farming vegetables is demeaning, it's mainly that this old man hasn't touched a hoe for thousands of years, can't even recognize all the vegetable seedlings. What if they die? Wouldn't that waste your effort? Besides, this land looks barren, I'm afraid nothing will grow on it..."

White Sword didn't waste words with him, turned around and grabbed him again.

Another bout of dizzying disorientation, and the two landed before a towering gate that reached into the clouds.

This gate, made of unknown material, was pitch black all over, engraved with intricate, sinister, and ferocious patterns. There was no plaque on the lintel, only two chains as thick as a bowl's mouth hanging on either side. The chains seemed stained with rust, yet exuded a heart-palpitating Killing Intent.

Inside the gate was pitch black, what lay within couldn't be seen clearly.

Only vaguely could one see a huge sphere pulsating and beating like a heart.

Before Spirit Void Old Ghost could react, White Sword grabbed one of the chains and, with a "click," wrapped it around his wrist.

The chain tightened automatically as if alive.

An icy sensation instantly spread throughout his body, even the circulation of his immortal power became sluggish.

"If you don't want to mine, don't want to farm, then guard this gate." White Sword's voice remained without inflection. "Behind this gate is a forbidden area of the Immortal Realm. If one gets in, you die."

Spirit Void Old Ghost completely broke down.

The chain on his wrist was cutting into him painfully.

Thinking about having to guard this gloomy, broken gate every day, plus facing mortal danger...

He wailed with a mournful face, "Immortal Emperor, Your Majesty! This old man was wrong! This old man will go mine!

Mining is good! Mining can exercise the body, and can contribute to building your palace, how wonderful!"

He now saw things clearly.

Bargaining with this ruler of the Immortal Realm was asking for trouble.

Being a miner might be tiring, but at least he wouldn't have to struggle with vegetable seedlings, nor risk his life for failing to guard a gate properly.

White Sword glanced at him, raised his hand, and unlocked the chain.

Before Spirit Void Old Ghost could sigh in relief, he was grabbed by the collar again, space was torn once more, and he was thrown back to the previous mine.

"Here's a pickaxe. You need to mine ten baskets of Cloud Pattern Steel daily. One basket short, and you go guard the gate."

White Sword threw him a pickaxe shimmering with a cyan light. As his words fell, his figure vanished from the spot.

Spirit Void Old Ghost held the heavy pickaxe, looking at the Cloud Pattern Steel vein shimmering with golden threads before him, feeling like crying but having no tears.

Beside the vein were baskets placed there in advance, but the size of these baskets was worlds apart from those in the Mortal Realm. One basket could fill half the courtyard of an ordinary household.

Fortunately, he was an immortal. Even if the baskets were a bit bigger, it didn't matter to him.

"Just ten baskets of Cloud Pattern Steel, right? This must be the Immortal Emperor's test for this old man."

Spirit Void Old Ghost pondered for a while, which could be considered self-comfort.

After all, the current situation couldn't be changed. Better to accept it in a way that made his mood slightly better.

That Immortal Emperor had said immortal techniques were useless against Cloud Pattern Steel.

So, he picked up the mining pick, channeled immortal power into it, mustered all his strength, and swung it down.

Clang!

He thought a casual swing would knock down a large chunk of ore.

Who knew the pickaxe would only spark against the Cloud Pattern Steel, the ore pile before him remaining completely unmoved.

"Damn it all! So hard?!" Spirit Void Old Ghost was utterly dumbfounded.

Should he say it's an Immortal Realm mine? Even he, an immortal, couldn't break it open?

Fortunately, although he couldn't break it, his wrist and arm weren't painfully jarred by the recoil.

Being an immortal now, he wasn't that fragile.

But breaking this Cloud Pattern Steel was clearly not a simple task.

Spirit Void Old Ghost had no other choice but to roll up his sleeves and go for it with all his might.

Instantly, a continuous series of 'clang' sounds rang out within the mine.

...

In a void above the mine, imperceptible to Spirit Void Old Ghost.

White Sword silently watched the old man toiling in the mine, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Still too few immortals. At Spirit Void Old Ghost's speed, he can't produce much Cloud Pattern Steel daily.

We need more miners here. Also, immortal fields need to be cultivated, immortal beasts need to be raised, pavilions, terraces, towers, and Great Formations all need people to build them."

Currently, the Cangyun Realm was rapidly approaching Earth Star.

The fusion of the two worlds was imminent.

It seemed... he needed to give the beings of the Cangyun Realm a little stimulus to become immortals.

Although forcing growth wasn't a good thing.

White Sword stroked his chin, pondering for a while, then thought of the Moon Shadow Sect and that tool, Chen Huaian, and a plan came to mind.

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