Chapter 734: Asking the Sword from a High Position | Sword Of Coming [Translation]

Sword Of Coming [Translation] - Updated on April 16, 2025

As the dazzling, seven-colored glazed sword-light departed Ascension City, piercing through the heavens and leaving this world behind, Ascension City fell silent for a moment before erupting in a clamor. Countless lights flickered on, and sword cultivators rushed from their homes, gazing upward, wondering if Ning Yao had broken through and ascended!

In the Chen family mansion on Taixiang Street, Chen Xi, the former old Sword Immortal who now went by the name Chen Ji, appeared as a young man. He had been leisurely strolling along the corridor at night when he became the first to notice the anomaly. Chen Ji currently concealed his true identity and realm, so he was still accompanied by a close-fitting bodyguard, a mere smokescreen. In reality, with each passing year in Ascension City, Chen Ji drew closer to the Sword Immortal Chen Xi of old, and so the sword cultivator maidservant who served as his would-be protector moved further away from death and closer to the heights of the sword dao.

Chen Ji sighed, feeling that Ning Yao had unleashed this immortal sword a bit too early, as it could lead to unforeseen consequences. It would have been most appropriate to wait until she had completely refined it, and then use it to break through the bottleneck of the Immortal Realm and ascend to the Ascension Realm. However, Chen Ji, while unclear as to Ning Yao’s reasons for acting so recklessly, trusted that she had her own justifications. Of course, Chen Ji would not interfere, trying to reason with Ning Yao about the greater good of Ascension City, since she only temporarily held the position of Hidden Official. Firstly, as the former head of the Chen family and the most important inheritor of Chen Qingdu’s lineage, Chen Ji would not be so petty. Secondly, Chen Ji’s current realm was insufficient. To seek out Ning Yao and question her about her swordsmanship would be akin to seeking a beating.

Then Chen Ji frowned, because not only he and his maidservant, but nearly all the sword cultivators who had been alarmed by the anomaly, had seen Ning Yao in her snow-white Daoist robe, departing Ascension City on her sword, seemingly heading far away.

The young maidservant, whose appearance was unremarkable, couldn’t help but whisper, “Beautiful as jade, a sword like a rainbow. The person and the sword-light are both beautiful.”

In the past, the top aristocratic families of Taixiang Street and Yuhu Street often cultivated several female sword attendants with the potential to become Sword Immortals, treating them with great care, and arranging marriages within their own circles in the future.

This maidservant with excellent talent was named Yan Quan, and she had been granted the surname Chen.

Chen Yan Quan had long admired Ning Yao. She felt that a woman becoming like Ning Yao was the epitome of beauty.

Ning Yao’s unannounced journey across the mountains and rivers saw her still wearing the Daoist robe Jin Li, standing upon a long sword, her sword box containing a longsword named Sword Immortal.

Chen Ji had once intended to match her with Chen Sanqiu to form a Daoist couple, but Chen Sanqiu remained obsessed with Dong Bude, so Chen Ji had abandoned the idea.

Chen Ji’s expression was grave. “Ning Yao is deliberately distancing herself from Ascension City, to lure those ancient beings into ambushing her, she wants to sever her karma, so that many of the major dao suppressions caused by her will not fall upon Ascension City.”

He could not stop Ning Yao from leaving the city, nor could he offer any assistance.

Chen Ji mocked himself, “My realm is not high enough, am I really going to have to drink to compensate?”

In recent years, Chen Ji had intentionally slowed down his progress in breaking through realms, so he had only recently entered the Nascent Soul stage. Otherwise, reaching the Upper Five Realms too early would cause too much of a stir, and he would find it difficult to conceal his identity. Chen Ji still wanted to enjoy his current carefree life for a few more years, at least until this body reached the age of twenty before emerging from seclusion. It would be a good opportunity to observe the growth of young people like Qi Shou and Gao Yehou. Chen Ji was unwilling to resume his identity as “Chen Xi” within a hundred years.

Chen Yan Quan was curious whether that sword-light was Ning Yao’s natal flying sword, Slashing Immortal, which she was rumored to never use lightly.

Chen Ji was curious whether the Confucian Sage currently seated in the Heavenly Canopy could not stop the immortal sword “Innocence” and could only avoid its edge, or whether he had no intention of stopping it at all and simply let it be.

This was very important. It was a sign of things to come, and it involved the Central Earth Confucian Temple’s true attitude towards Ascension City, whether they had already agreed to a certain arrangement, and did not restrain sword cultivators at all.

Whether that auxiliary sage was merely observing from the sidelines, responsible only for monitoring a brand-new world, while following the rules of the Rite Sage to also monitor Ascension City, recording the flow of merit in the world, or whether he had long since placed the focus of his monitoring on Ascension City, guarding against all sword cultivators as if they were thieves, was what Chen Ji cared about most. If it was the former, then a hundred years later, Ascension City would be willing to treat Confucianism with courtesy, completely settling the grudges with the Vast World. If it was the latter, Chen Ji would not mind questioning the Heavenly Canopy with his identity as Chen Xi in the future.

As long as one was a sword cultivator, who wouldn’t have a temper?

Chen Ji suddenly asked with a smile, “Yan Quan, do you think our Hidden Official dares to say a few harsh words to Ning Yao, can he act like a real man?”

Chen Yan Quan thought for a moment and replied, “Back in the early days, outside Ning Yao’s mansion, Ning Yao seemed to be quite compliant with the Hidden Official. As for when they returned home, this servant estimates that our Hidden Official would hardly have any heroic spirit. I heard that every time the Hidden Official drank at his own shop, he would act like a thief when he reached the entrance of Ning’s mansion. I don’t know if it’s true, but that’s what they say at the city’s wine tables. Even worse, there was a drunken poet who claimed with certainty that he had personally seen the Hidden Official return home late one night, knocking on the door for a long time without anyone opening it. He didn’t dare to climb over the wall, so he kindly sat with the Hidden Official until dawn. Afterwards, whenever he thought about it, he would shed tears of sympathy for the Hidden Official.”

Chen Ji chuckled in anger, “The atmosphere at the wine tables of the Sword Qi Great Wall used to be so simple and honest. Once two scholars arrived, it began to become unbearable to the eyes and ears.”

Chen Yan Quan hesitated for a moment and said, “Actually, this servant misses the Hidden Official.”

Chen Ji asked with a smile, “Do you think Chen Ping An’s brain is better?”

Chen Yan Quan shook her head and said, “This servant just feels that the Hidden Official is peaceful and amiable, so others don’t have to worry about making mistakes.”

Chen Ji nodded, “The right answer.”

Ning Yao went alone on her sword towards the “Sword” stele that had been re-erected on the easternmost edge of Ascension City.

She controlled her sword extremely quickly, like a shooting star, as if an immortal was displaying the supernatural power of shrinking mountains and rivers, splitting open seas of clouds as she passed, during which she passed through a thundercloud filled with lightning, which was all crushed by Ning Yao’s mighty sword qi as it drew near.

She retracted her sword into its box, and floated down beside the stone stele, Ning Yao leaned against the stele, and began to close her eyes and rest.

Ning Yao used her heart-voice to tell the sword cultivators near Ascension City to immediately evacuate this place and try to move closer to Ascension City.

Dozens of sword cultivators greeted each other, and then left without hesitation, controlling their swords and flying away.
Not long after Ning Yao unleashed her sword “Innocence,” piercing the firmament, the Confucian Sage guarding the heavens sensed the disturbance. Instead of obstructing the celestial sword’s journey into the vastness of the world, he immediately sent word to the Wen Temple in the Central Plains.

Across the land, strange phenomena erupted. The earth trembled, great fissures split the ground, and mountains crumbled. Ancient entities, long dormant, revealed their colossal forms, like banished gods serving out their sentences. Finally, they saw an opportunity to redeem themselves. With each footfall, they shattered mountain ridges, carving out chasms. At first, their movements were sluggish, but as their eyes, large as deep pools, began to glow with golden light, they regained a semblance of divine radiance.

In the depths of miasmic swamps and abyssal marshes, more towering figures emerged, carrying with them the formidable qi of mountains and rivers. With a single breath, they could inhale the spiritual energy of a hundred miles, even swallowing the water essence, leaving behind barren wastelands.

Deep within their slumbering or coldly observing minds, these ancient beings understood one thing: if they remained dormant for another century, they would be left with no choice but to await their doom, necks bared for slaughter. They would be hunted down, exiled, or imprisoned by these outsiders. Among these outsiders, the female sword cultivator, bearing a familiar aura, was the most deserving of death. Yet, a powerful, naturally suppressing presence emanating from her made them wary. However, with the sword “Innocence” now venturing across the land, they could no longer restrain themselves. She had to be killed, her path severed! They could not allow her to become the first ascendant cultivator in existence!

In the southern lands, the cultivators of Tongye Continent either fled the chaotic scene, scurrying away for their lives, or, in the case of a few highly-ranked, so-called enlightened individuals, indulged in laughter after some divination. Meanwhile, a group of cultivators who had painstakingly begun to build a celestial abode found themselves in despair. Casualties were light, mostly consisting of low-realm ants, but their newly constructed ancestral hall was casually smashed to pieces by a colossal being with a single swipe of its arm. Furthermore, the spiritual energy and geomantic fortune of hundreds of miles were condensed within it and carried away.

As it journeyed onward, its golden eyes fixed on an eye-catching, auspicious mountain peak wreathed in multicolored light and dense with fortunate energy. Deviating slightly from its path, it lumbered towards it, bringing down its foot with tremendous force. Yet, it failed to shatter the mountain’s protective formations. Abandoning the effort, it glanced at a young cultivator who gazed back in defiance before continuing its earth-shattering rampage.

The celestial mountain peak it could not crush belonged to Shu Zhongshu, a young cultivator from Liuxia Continent, one of the candidates for the top ten of his generation. It was his creation, the Transcendent Platform.

It was a mystery how he came to the fifth continent, passing through the gates of Tongye. Had the gazette not revealed its secrets, no one would have known he was the young master of Tianyu Grotto in Liuxia Continent.

A black-robed scholar opened his folding fan, standing shoulder to shoulder with Shu Zhongshu. He smiled and said, “Brother Shu, we could have tried to stop him. What a great opportunity, no point in letting such fat go to outsiders. If Brother Shu and I join hands, and we have the home field advantage, our odds of success would be quite good. The gains would be tremendous. To reject what Heaven offers is to invite its wrath.”

Shu Zhongshu, adorned in brocade robes as radiant as the evening glow, smiled and replied, “It’s not that I don’t trust Brother Chen Wen, it’s just that I worry my Transcendent Platform might become someone else’s wedding dress.”

Chen Wen, from the Northern Ju Continent, closed his bamboo fan and gently tapped his chest. Turning his gaze to the retreating figure of the ancient entity, his eyes were filled with disappointment, as if watching a stream of divine coins flow past, impossible to grasp. The young scholar lamented, “You refuse opportunity when it’s knocking and you harbor suspicions against those who are helping you. Brother Shu lacks heroism! If my virtuous brother were here, I guarantee that tonight they would be laughing and talking, dividing up the spoils on the spot.”

Shu Zhongshu asked, “Virtuous brother? Brother Chen Wen seems to think highly of this person?”

Chen Wen nodded. “We fight side by side, make money together, and compete with our wits and strength. We are both friend and foe, we get along very well. But in the end, I am still more skilled. My virtuous brother is half a step behind me.”

Shu Zhongshu smiled. “I wouldn’t be so sure.”

Chen Wen tapped his face lightly with his folding fan, feigning grievance. “Let me give Brother Shu a friendly warning. In our Northern Ju Continent, we have a custom: even if you beat someone half to death, don’t slap them in the face.”

Shu Zhongshu raised his head and laughed. “What a fine Taiping Mountain sword immortal.”

As the two spoke, among the native cultivators of Tongye Continent, only a female Daoist, sword in hand, pursued the ancient remnant, passing by the edge of Transcendent Platform, ultimately blocking its path.

In contrast to the Tongye Continent cultivators, known for their evasive tactics, the cultivators of the northern Fyao Continent, led by a man exuding imperial energy and gathering over a hundred qi practitioners, were doing the same as the Taiping Mountain Daoist, Huang Ting, forcibly restraining an ancient remnant. Only Huang Ting, breaking through to Jade Purity realm was doing it out of boredom, just looking for a fight, while the man in the frost armor from Fyao Continent was doing it purely to make money.

In the western regions, a young monk, one hand holding a begging bowl, the other a tin staff, lightly landed, imprisoning an ancient remnant within a lotus pond realm.

The young monk lowered his head and looked into his palm. Within the Buddhist bowl, lotus flowers the size of thumbs bloomed. The ancient remnant, as small as a mustard seed, thrashed about in vain, only creating ripples.

To the east, a young female Daoist of the Great Profound Capital Temple’s Sword Immortal lineage joined forces with two Suiyue Palace cultivators to pursue one of the ancient remnants that had appeared.

Even so, four escaped and made their way to the “Sword” stele boundary.

Ning Yao had been waiting for a long time. Before this, there was no one around. She had played hopscotch over and over, but she was still bored. She crouched on the ground, gathered a large pile of pebbles of roughly the same size, and played jacks, flipping her hand again and again.
Only when Ning Yao sensed the traces of those ancient remnants did she stand up. The one closest to the Sword Character Stele seemed to sense the others, and didn’t rush to attack. Only after the four behemoths occupied their respective corners, surrounding the stele, did they slowly approach Ning Yao, who had temporarily lost the “innocence” of her immortal sword.

Ning Yao allowed them to encircle her, simply flicking pebbles with her toes.

She casually glanced at one of the ancient remnants. It was like several thousand Chen Ping’ans who had just started practicing martial arts?

The corners of Ning Yao’s mouth curved slightly upward, but she quickly suppressed it.

She raised her hand, and an immortal sword left its scabbard, held in her grasp.

At the same time, one of her natal swords, no longer needing to question the “innocence”, manifested – Slaying Immortal.

It instantly pierced the head of one of the ancient remnants, the latter seeming to be suspended by a thin, long thread.

Slaying Immortal moved with extreme speed, the entire ancient remnant seemingly confined in place by strands of sword energy. The slightest struggle would tear countless massive wounds.

Ning Yao’s Yin Spirit journeyed afar, wielding a Sword Immortal.

With a Shrinking Earth and Rivers divine ability, akin to that of a Grand Cultivator in the Ascension Realm, a tiny figure suddenly appeared before the thousand-zhang tall ancient remnant. She held the sword with both hands, and a ray of sword light slashed diagonally downward.

At the same time, upon the earth, subtle sword energy rose like a vast mist, turning the land within a thousand miles into a sea of white clouds.

High in the sky, clouds gathered like an ocean, vast and boundless, slowly descending.

There was no small world; it was all due to the sword intent.

One remnant wildly flailed its arms, golden light surrounding its entire body. The massive figure still plunged into the sea of sword energy, desperately fighting the solidified sword light with its arms and golden aura.

The giant body, cleaved in half by Ning Yao’s Yin Spirit’s sword strike, had golden magma, akin to the blood of a cultivator, intertwining and wrapping around each other, automatically repairing the wound.

Sword Immortal struck again and again. Compared to other battlefields, the Slaying Immortal sword energy cage was orderly. But the hundreds of thousands of sword lights dragged by the immortal-grade long sword were chaotic.

It was purely using the ultimate killing power of a sword cultivator to confront the enemy.

Ning Yao manifested a thousand-zhang Dharma body, draped in golden robes. Riding the wind, she left the Sword Character Stele, wielding a long sword formed from condensed sword energy. With one slash, she decapitated an ancient remnant. Then, with another strike, she impaled the head. The divine remnant, temporarily without a head, collapsed backward with a roar. Ning Yao’s Dharma body stepped on its heart, and with a flick of her wrist, she thrust the long sword, piercing through the ancient remnant once more. The latter held its head in front of it like a headless corpse.

One of the fallen ancient remnant’s arms was pinned by Ning Yao’s Dharma body’s foot. The other arm tried to break Ning Yao’s Dharma body’s ankle, but Ning Yao bent down, grabbed the remnant’s wrist, and with a mighty tug, threw it far away.

As for Ning Yao’s true form, she remained in place. The real enemy in this battle wasn’t these four difficult-to-truly-kill ancient remnants, but the Great Dao Heavenly Tribulation that was slowly forming.

They wanted to take advantage of the absence of the Immortal Sword Innocence in this world, and suppress Ning Yao with a Heavenly Tribulation that should only be triggered after an immortal broke through a bottleneck.

Ning Yao’s true form, seemingly doing nothing, simply stood there, quietly waiting for the Heavenly Tribulation. From the beginning, she had prepared for the worst. Even if “Innocence” could return to the battlefield, it was highly likely that it would deliberately slow down its return, waiting for Ning Yao’s Great Dao to be damaged, and her realm to fall after the Heavenly Tribulation, so it could find an opportunity to reverse their roles, becoming the sword master from a sword attendant.

Ning Yao didn’t think that the sword spirit, who seemed like a mischievous little girl, could succeed. True to its name, “Innocence” was truly naive in its thinking.

The four ancient remnants seemed unable to even approach Ning Yao’s true form. But in reality, Ning Yao was also struggling to completely obliterate them, as they always seemed to revive like dying embers. Within a thousand miles, countless large and small golden rivers and streams appeared, and then, in an instant, they could reconstruct their golden bodies. Then, they were separately shattered by Ning Yao’s natal sword Slaying Immortal, the sea of sword energy, Ning Yao’s Dharma body, and Ning Yao’s Yin Spirit wielding Sword Immortal.

This was the only weakness of a sword cultivator. Flying swords and sword energy were extremely lethal, unparalleled under heaven. But their greatest fear was when their strikes went astray.

If there were a few superior techniques or divine abilities, or methods similar to isolating the world, to separate and confine those golden bloods that symbolized the foundation of the Great Dao, or refine them on the spot, this battle would end sooner.

Because of those golden bloods flowing across the earth like rivers, no matter how sharp Ning Yao’s flying sword and sword energy were, even if they could freely cut and shatter, as the “foundation of the divine golden body,” which was more refined than heaven and earth spiritual energy, they couldn’t, like in ordinary battles, simply pierce the opponent’s body and soul with a flying sword, and then linger sword energy in the person’s small world, crushing the cultivator’s Qi reservoirs and apertures that were like grotto-heavens.

But if there wasn’t that increasingly manifest Heavenly Tribulation, even if the two sides continued to consume each other in this manner for a long time, one depleting its golden body Great Dao, the other consuming her mind and spiritual energy, Ning Yao would still have a greater chance of winning.

Because those golden bloods that seemed to be in harmony with the Great Dao, even if the flying sword didn’t lose a single ounce of weight, the ancient remnants would suffer an innate loss when they tried to gather and reconstruct their golden bodies.

These four ancient remnants were clearly very different from the ones Ning Yao had killed before. The previous ones weren’t so troublesome and difficult to kill.

Ning Yao looked up. A golden halo seemed to hang in the sky, like the golden eye of an ancient high-ranking deity, staring fixedly at her.

And on the earth, the four ancient remnants actually melted like melting snow, completely transforming into a single golden sea of blood. Finally, in an instant, a ten-thousand-zhang tall golden divine figure stood erect. A golden halo, like a Dharma wheel from later generations, just hung behind the divine figure who had regained its true form.

Then, on the divine figure’s arms, the Great Dao manifested, each entwined with a golden dragon and python.

The deity overlooked the human world.

The sword cultivator questioned the heavenly court with her sword.

Ning Yao raised her head high, looking directly at the deity who finally no longer concealed its identity.

According to the secret records of the Summer Palace, among the ancient twelve high-ranking deities, the armored one had one-eyed subordinates who were in charge of rewarding and punishing all dragons and water-dwelling immortals. One of their duties was to be responsible for the Dragon Transformation Pool and the Dragon Slaying Platform, along with a high-ranking deity of the Thunder Department.
This high-ranking deity, whose Great Dao was damaged on the ancient battlefield, after ten thousand years of dormancy in the Fifth Heaven, was not only mending his Great Dao but also slowly merging with the Great Dao of this world. Therefore, he *was* the Heavenly Tribulation itself.

No wonder he was so difficult to kill.

No wonder Bai Ye hadn’t slain this remnant back then, for he was already a part of this world.

In this situation, to not ask with a sword, that would not be Ning Yao.

She had long harbored ill feelings toward anything related to the True Dragon, be it near or far, human or otherwise, whether she had spoken to them or not.

Her Natal Flying Sword, Slaying Immortal, hovered beside Ning Yao’s shoulder. Her Yin spirit returned to her body. Ning Yao, clad in golden armor, held Sword Immortal in hand.

Just then, Ning Yao narrowed her eyes, somewhat surprised.

First, a mote of sword light pierced the sky, heading toward the vicinity of Ascension City.

Then, an even more complete snow-white sword light pierced the sky, passing straight through the back of the deity’s head in a line. The sword light became increasingly clear, revealing itself to be a small girl dressed in white. But as it pierced through, countless fine golden threads became entangled on her white dress. She seemed dizzy, like a drunken sot, muttering incoherently about “crunchy, crunchy.” Then, staggering, she fell headfirst into the ground near Ning Yao’s feet.

The ancient deity, whose Great Dao was once again damaged, silently dissipated and departed.

Ning Yao did not hesitate. She would wait until the Ascension Realm to deal with it.

She bent down and, as if pulling a radish, yanked the sword spirit “Innocence,” in the form of a little girl, out of the ground.

Ning Yao asked, “What’s the explanation?”

The little girl sat cross-legged on the ground, arms crossed, cheeks puffed up in a huff. “I won’t tell you.”

Inside Ascension City.

A young Confucian scholar who had traveled here from afar found Proprietor Zheng, who was gesturing wildly with spittle flying, at the wine shop. He respectfully bowed and said, “Zhao Yao greets Mister Zheng.”

Today, the wine shop’s business was booming, thanks to Ning girl’s sword sacrifice and travels. Ascension City was bustling with people looking for wine.

Zheng Dafeng smiled and stood up. “Congratulations, congratulations.”

Zhao Yao nodded lightly, not denying the tremendous opportunity.

He had the appearance of a young man, but his actual age was approaching forty.

Zheng Dafeng had actually favored Zhao Yao the most among all the children when he was working as a gatekeeper at the Lihua Grotto-Heaven. Zheng Dafeng had even chatted with Zhao Yao when he left the Lihua Grotto-Heaven on an ox-drawn cart.

Firstly, every time Zheng Dafeng went to the academy to seek knowledge from Master Qi, he would often play a game of Go, and Zhao Yao would watch silently, occasionally pouring wine and refilling his cup for “Mister Zheng.”

Zheng Dafeng put his arm around Zhao Yao’s shoulder. “Zhao Yao, there aren’t many pretty girls left for you to choose from, you came late. Uncle Zheng has selected a few for you, their names, where they live, their ages, their personalities, their cultivation levels, everything is included. I’ve compiled a booklet, and I charge my friends for it, but not you, kid. Just patronize my wine shop more often. Sit here, and scholars are always popular, especially young, promising, and handsome ones. It’s just that Uncle Zheng here is at a disadvantage because of my age, otherwise, it wouldn’t be your turn.”

Zhao Yao said with a wry smile, “Mister Zheng, please don’t make fun of this junior.”

Zheng Dafeng said with a straight face, “Expanding the family and continuing the ancestral line, these are important matters, how could I joke about them?”

The sword body of the Grand White Immortal Sword, one of the four immortal swords, was divided into four parts and gifted to four people.

Chen Ping An. Liu Cai, Fei Ran, Zhao Yao.

The sword tip with the greatest killing power, the section of the sword body with the most contained sword energy, the sword hilt with the heaviest sword intent, and the remaining half of the sword body carrying a portion of Bai Ye’s swordsmanship legacy.

In the end, four young people each obtained one part.

Chief Zheng pushed away two familiar drunks with his butt, pulled Zhao Yao to a wine table, and ordered two bowls of the best, and of course the most expensive, wine from the shop.

Zheng Dafeng asked softly, “Why did you come here?”

Zhao Yao smiled. “Just curious about this brand-new world, nothing special.”

Zheng Dafeng sighed softly, oh well, this is obviously a cover-up. It was a sensitive topic, so he wouldn’t pry any further.

After drinking a bowl of wine, Zhao Yao suddenly turned his head and glanced into the distance, then took his leave. Zheng Dafeng didn’t try to stop him.

Zhao Yao seemed to casually wander to the entrance of a street.

Ning Yao’s sword flight was extremely fast, and she had used a magical illusion because there was a little girl sitting behind her.

After landing at the entrance of the Ning Manor, Ning Yao sheathed her sword, but the little girl was still sitting on the ground.

Ning Yao walked up the steps, and the little girl had no choice but to get up and follow behind Ning Yao.

Zhao Yao thought that she would glance in his direction, so he could say hello, but he didn’t expect that the woman would be completely oblivious. Zhao Yao had no choice but to call out, “Miss Ning.”

Ning Yao stopped and turned her head to ask, “You are?”

Zhao Yao smiled. “Lihua Grotto-Heaven, Zhao Yao.”

Ning Yao asked, “And then?”

Zhao Yao was speechless. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the strange little girl, whose identity he didn’t know, tugging at Ning Yao’s sleeve and saying in a childish voice, “Mom, our dad is doing fine. He just got a piece of the Grand White Immortal Sword’s tip. Mom, why don’t you discuss it with Dad, and use it as my dowry later?”

Back to the novel Sword Of Coming [Translation]

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Chapter 305: The Wilderness Construction Site

Chapter 734: Asking the Sword from a High Position

Chapter 733: Laughing Aloud, What More Can Be Said

Chapter 304: Bai Zhenzhen’s Flying Sword

Chapter 732: Ready, Except for the Snow

Chapter 303: University War