Chapter 2: The Holographic Game Spirit! All Eyes Upon It

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With this level of realism, if it were true, this company would be making a fortune. Whatever, I’m willing to believe it once—after all, there’s no harm in trying!
"Am I the only one who wants to say that the clearly important NPC, Qingyue Fairy, is just too beautiful?"
No words can truly capture her beauty; such exquisite modeling must have burned through the budget.
Just for her, I have to enter the game—even if only this one character model is so detailed, it’s worth it!
"Silly, of course you’re not alone. From now on, Qingyue Fairy is my new wife. I’ll destroy this worthless sect for her!
Anyone who bullies my wife is my mortal enemy. What divine artifact? If my wife steals your artifact, she’s just being generous—don’t be ungrateful!"
"You otaku guys are disgusting. We girls are different—this is obviously a pretty lady!"
"Qingyue Fairy is forever! Does such a level of beauty truly exist? I’d do anything for her! She deserves the very best!"

Soon, Weibo’s trending searches were flooded with: [Protect the Best Qingyue Wife in the World, Hardcore Gamers Charge!]

Bystanders: ??? Who is this Qingyue wife? A newly popular celebrity?
Players: No, no, she’s our virtual waifu.
But why do girls call her their wife too? Hey!

Among them was Xiaomo, a top streamer on L Station.
As one of the million-follower-level creators in the gaming category of this fiercely competitive site, she often scoured gaming forums for interesting gameplay recordings or guides.
Despite Xiaomo’s cute and soft name, she was definitely a skilled and serious female streamer!
She eagerly flipped through posts until she came across this thing: "What’s this? Haha, I’m laughing. Holographic? 100% realism?
Are all these replies just paid shills? And they even claim it’s the truest, most open cultivation world? Choose your path—slay immortals or demons at will?"
Thanks, but no thanks—such blatant boasting. Wait, is this an anti-fraud app? I want to report it!

Xiaomo rolled her eyes, vowing that this game must be one of those cheap five-cent special effect disasters.

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It’s not some one-hit-999 kind of pay-to-win mess like Blue Moon or other trash browser games.
In any case, holograms wouldn’t be involved in the slightest.
Tsk tsk, these years more and more unscrupulous merchants have shamelessly exploited “holograms” for hype, and I’m sick of it.
Holograms? Save that for dreams or novels—there’s no way it’s real.

As for the CG trailers, many games have Hollywood-level CG. In the end, they’re scams!
They put effort into CG posters but use their feet to make the game—that’s standard practice. Domestic players are used to it. Of course, they never miss a chance to milk players for money, with shameless greed.

With this mindset, Xiaomo crossed her arms and casually clicked to watch the promotional video of this so-called “Xianling” holographic online game.
Then, her entire world exploded!

“Holy crap, is this actual gameplay? Isn’t this the latest S+ tier wuxia drama?”
Before her eyes unfolded a celestial realm above the clouds, surrounded by ethereal, snow-like clouds, breathtakingly beautiful. The sunlight shone on the clouds like a living painting.

She was stunned. Was this real footage? Wow, this game company really went all out—using drones to film real scenes. I’m impressed.
...No way, could this really be CG? She was dumbfounded. The word “Xianling” appeared, and she grew nervous.

From within the clouds, an ancient, exquisite cyan longsword burst forth, shattering the letters.
A young man in flowing cyan robes stood with his back to her, poised on a flying sword, his sleeves fluttering. Every gesture was effortlessly elegant, as if this weren’t thousands of meters above the ground but some ordinary forest.

Her heart was irresistibly drawn to the sword-riding youth. Xiaomo held her breath, eyes shining, as if she had truly entered that magical immortal world.

The cyan-clad youth flew on until he reached a mysterious immortal mountain, where he gracefully sheathed his longsword and leapt into the air with ethereal ease. Xiaomo cheered repeatedly at his handsome figure.

Yet before an ancient, majestic palace, he was suddenly pulled aside by someone: “Junior brother, come quickly. Today is the last day of the trial for Qingyue Fairy!”

Their conversation caught the attention of other players. Following the youth’s gaze into the main hall, they saw a dignified young lady standing tall despite her disheveled appearance, her back turned to them.

Even just her silhouette was supremely graceful and enchanting, more beautiful than any superstar. She must be the Qingyue Fairy on trial that everyone talked about.

Her clothes were soaked with blood, yet her demeanor remained pure and cold, like a moon sinking into an abyss. Xiaomo’s heart ached deeply.

Sob, sob—just from the back view, she already had a new waifu! Poor waifu.

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The elders on the high platform scolded her viciously, their words sharp and cutting. Xiaomo bit her handkerchief in frustration, furious—“Let go of my waifu! No bullying her, sob sob.”

She had already forgotten her earlier complaints about the scam game. Her eyes blazed with anger—good, the immersion was strong, and she was mad now!

Elders, huh? She’d remember them. Once in the game, she’d level up hard. As a skilled L Station female streamer, she vowed to teach these fools a lesson with slick moves, smashing their heads in one by one!

How dare they bully her waifu? Just wait!

The girl tilted her head slightly to look at a woman in red behind the sect leader. The woman’s eyes were full of malice and mockery as she mouthed words silently—the background music abruptly stopped, leaving the scene eerily quiet.

Xiaomo tried to decipher her lips and instantly felt enraged.

So this bitch framed my waifu? Unprovoked harm is enough! What kind of sick, twisted idiot is this? Get lost!

Watching helplessly as the sect leader ordered her precious waifu’s Golden Core to be extracted and her spiritual roots severed, Xiaomo’s heart bled.

These idiots didn’t even realize they were being duped. Poor, poor waifu.

As the girl grew weaker, her agonized moans and convulsions looked so pitiful that Xiaomo forgot it was just a CG video. She collapsed on her desk, sobbing and tearing tissues to wipe her tears.

Don’t cry, waifu. You’re my precious baby. Mommy’s going into the game to avenge you! It’s just spending money and grinding—anything for you!

The final scene showed the girl being thrown down the misty immortal mountain, her figure vanishing among the clouds. The screen froze on the falling girl.

Despite her bedraggled state, she exuded an extraordinary aura, a cold and indifferent pride, like the clearest, most ethereal moon in the sky—captivating beyond words.

The girl who had never shown her face finally turned to the side. Xiaomo’s mind completely shut down. Seeing her face for the first time, her heart nearly stopped.

“This is just too…”