Chapter 610: Playing Chess Harms the Dao Heart, Strong Liquor Burns the Gut | Sword Of Coming [Translation]

Sword Of Coming [Translation] - Updated on April 15, 2025

The following two weeks were not pleasant for Pei Qian. Cui Dongshan forcefully dragged her away from the Ning Residence for aimless wandering, accompanied by the taciturn Cao Mutou.

The trio explored every street and alley of the city, caught a distant glimpse of a mirage, and then headed south. The Great White Goose insisted on taking detours, passing by the residences of numerous sword immortals before finally reaching the city walls. They traveled entirely on foot. If her Shifu were present, they could soar through the sky, but since he wasn’t, Pei Qian subtly suggested several times that he summon a talisman-powered boat for a more comprehensive view from above. However, Cui Dongshan ignored her, and Cao Qinglang remained silent, making Pei Qian feel isolated.

Cao Qinglang had originally intended to diligently cultivate within the Ning Residence, like Old Master Zhong, who now spent hours each day slowly walking in the training grounds.

However, when Cui Dongshan knocked on his door and invited him out, Cao Qinglang hesitated to refuse. After all, his teacher had chosen this place specifically for his cultivation, and he didn’t want to betray that intention.

But Cui Dongshan shook his head, making his intent clear. Cao Qinglang pondered briefly and then agreed. Cui Dongshan reminded him to bring the walking stick gifted to him by his teacher. Cao Qinglang took the staff that had accompanied his teacher through mountains and rivers, across half of the Northern Ju Continent. Cui Dongshan had one himself, an ordinary green bamboo, yet extraordinary. Pei Qian’s walking stick, on the other hand, was of the best material and most valuable. Only after the Great White Goose revealed its secrets did Pei Qian abandon her plan to carry her small bamboo trunk on their journey.

On the city walls, Pei Qian walked along the southern edge, encountering many interesting sword immortals. There was a sword immortal in colorful robes strolling leisurely, and another who carried a sword without a scabbard. The sword’s tassel was extremely long, tied to his waist, causing the sword to drag along the ground. The tip and edge of the sword scraped against the city wall, its sword energy clearly visible, tempting Pei Qian to stare, yet she dared not.

As the three walked along the higher battlements, Cao Qinglang glanced at Cui Dongshan, who smiled and said, “Here in Sword Qi Great Wall, the only measure of height is the sword.”

Only then did Cao Qinglang abandon the idea of jumping down to the patrol path below.

Cui Dongshan chuckled to Pei Qian, telling her to look as much as she liked. Such scenes of sword immortal grace, of the vast and righteous world, were rare sights, and the sword immortals wouldn’t mind her glances.

Only then did Pei Qian dare to look a few more times.

The sword immortal in colorful robes merely lowered his head in contemplation, truly unbothered by the gaze of a young girl, or the presence of three figures walking above him.

Cui Dongshan, of course, knew the person’s background. Wu Chengpei, a Jade Purity Realm sword cultivator stuck at a bottleneck. His natal sword was named “Sweet Dew,” and his swordsmanship was best suited for closing battles, simply because there would be much blood on the land.

Wu Chengpei was solitary in nature and appeared young, but was actually quite old. His Dao companion had once had her head crushed by a great demon, who swallowed her soul whole with a single gulp.

That great demon was later severely wounded on the battlefield and hid in a cave deep within the barbaric world to recuperate, refusing to appear on the battlefield again. Wu Chengpei had once been torn between living a lonely life and dying a meaningless death, until the great demon was killed. Its head was brought to Wu Chengpei and dropped at his feet, along with a simple smile and the words, “Just happened to be passing by, treat me to a drink.”

The three also encountered a sword immortal who seemed to be in the middle of a duel. He sat cross-legged, drinking wine, one hand forming a sword incantation. The old man faced north with his back to the south. Between the northern and southern city walls, there was a streak of something that could be described as either lightning or sword light, as thick as the mouth of the iron chain well in Dragon Spring County. The sword light was brilliant, sparks flying, with bolts of lightning striking the patrol path, resembling hundreds of wandering spirit snakes that eventually disappeared into the grass.

Pei Qian was afraid to go forward, but the old man laughed, “Do you know the rules here? You can pass with wine, otherwise, defeat me with your swordsmanship, or fly your sword off the city wall and obediently detour.”

Cui Dongshan smiled slightly and said, “My teacher is the Second Shopkeeper.”

“If the upper beam is so crooked, how can the lower beam not be askew? Strange, strange.”

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Chapter 610: Playing Chess Harms the Dao Heart, Strong Liquor Burns the Gut

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