Who let him join the Sword Sect?!
Chapter 52: Cold City Only Has King-Sized Beds

Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Cold City Only Has King-Sized Beds

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A lifelike carved wooden head hung from the ancient tree in the courtyard, clutching a wooden plaque in its mouth.

The three words on the plaque were elegantly written, indeed by Elder Wang himself.

Zhang Ze felt a bit of regret, regretting having discussed his set-up of the Trial Cave during tea, which now inspired the old man.

And the first thing he learned was to mess with him.

Zhang Ze stepped back, feeling a sudden gust of wind behind him, narrowly dodging it.

Turning around, he discovered it was a bamboo sword with another plaque tied to it.

Why don’t you use the door?

Zhang Ze was just about to climb over the wall again and come through the door but suddenly felt this might also be within Grandpa Wang’s expectations.

Every step he took, he felt was calculated by the old man.

After much consideration, Zhang Ze decided to give up, thinking that Grandpa Wang was just teasing him and wouldn’t do anything serious.

As Zhang Ze stepped forward, sure enough, a plaque flipped out from behind a potted plant.

Very cautious, but no traps ahead.

At the bottom of the plaque, there was a small line of text.

All the mechanisms were made by Lily.

"..."

Once inside the house, sure enough, there were no traps ahead.

The study was kept pristine, with a note and a letter envelope pinned under a jade pendant carved with the shape of a Profound Bird.

Zhang Ze picked up the note.

"Something came up recently."

"I will be leaving the Sword Pavilion for several months; no need to look for me, it’s at the Pavilion Master’s behest."

"You brat must have come looking for me because of the Stone Pill matter."

"This jade pendant is a token between her and me; show it upon reaching Cold City."

"Make sure to take the letter below and personally deliver it to her."

The note ended with Aunt Niao’s address.

Zhang Ze placed the note and jade pendant into the Hundred Treasures Bag, examined the letter envelope for a moment, and seeing no one around, carefully felt the edges of the envelope.

It wasn’t sealed.

He opened it for a quick look.

Zhang Ze pulled out the letter and saw that it contained only a short sentence.

"I know you’d peek, so everything I want to say is sealed in the jade pendant using a secret technique."

Zhang Ze sighed.

Sure enough, when it came to mental games, Grandpa Wang was several times better than his master.

Just as he was about to leave, Zhang Ze’s eyes glanced at the study’s corner, where there was a jar of tea leaves.

Zhang Ze had seen this tea before; it was genuine Spirit Tea, of which he had only tasted a sip once.

Maybe he should have a taste now.

Just as Zhang Ze extended his hand halfway, a sword array suddenly lit up around the teahouse, glowing with purple sparks.

Old Wang had been taking tea leaves from the Pavilion Master for years, thus knew quite a bit about guarding against house thieves.

"I’m leaving, I’m really leaving now," Zhang Ze retracted his hand, muttering a few words into the air.

No one responded, nor did any wooden plaque pop out.

Shortly after Zhang Ze left, an autumn wind carried a fallen leaf into the study, landing onto the sword array, but nothing happened.

The sword array was just special effects.

Beneath the tea jar was a jade pendant shaped like a Heavenly Illusion Pendant, the very one Elder Wang had tricked Lily into giving him using the stale tea Zhang Ze gifted him.

...

Flying Ship.

The Spirit Gathering Array coming with the Flying Ship was slowly gathering the spiritual power in the air.

Pofeng, Concealing Qi, Shadowless arrays were all activated; this Flying Ship, exclusive for Miss Chen, was heading towards Cold City.

As Zhang Ze promised earlier, there were only him and Chen Qin on the Flying Ship.

Chen Qin sat across from Zhang Ze, holding a cup of Immortal Brew, with several jugs beside her, drinking cup after cup.

Zhang Ze slumped into his seat, eyes half-closed.

He was drunk.

He got drunk by his junior sister.

What a great humiliation.

Zhang Ze slightly opened his eyes to see that Chen Qin was just a little flushed, still showing no sign of being drunk, and could still drink five or six more jugs.

Zhang Ze couldn’t comprehend.

Foundation Establishment cultivators’ bodies were different from mortals, their mundane wines, never mind a jug, could be drunk like water without the slightest hint of drunkenness.

To intoxicate a cultivator, only spirit wines brewed with Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures would work, and it wasn’t Zhang Ze’s first time consuming such things.

Anyway, the Contribution Points from the sect were more than he could spend. Bored, he had already sampled all the spirit wines available for exchange in the sect.

Zhang Ze considered himself a heavy drinker.

So when Chen Qin suggested having a drink, he confidently agreed, wanting to experience the charm of a beautiful drunk maiden.

However, this time he couldn’t even stand after just two drinks with his junior sister.

Just halfway through reciting "Bring in the wine, let your cups never rest," his tongue started to tangle.

Slumped in his seat, Zhang Ze felt as if he was adrift in the vast East Sea, feeling afloat everywhere.

But it wasn’t without benefits, Zhang Ze sensed a stream of Clear Qi circulating in his Dantian, soothing his meridians.

Yet the problem was, he was playing along.

"Sis, sis, what kind of wine is this..."

"Qingyi," Chen Qin said, pouring herself another cup and sipping from it.

"It was given by an elder from Medicine King Valley to my sister. My sister doesn’t like drinking, so she gave it all to me."

Qingyi, a wine Zhang Ze had heard about in conversations with his master, meant for Divinity Transformation cultivators.

This wine had a nickname, known as the Three Pristine Tao Ancestors.

Three cups down, falling asleep like a pig.

"Why, junior sister, why aren’t you drunk?"

Zhang Ze considered himself quite impressive; the heavyweight cultivators at Divinity Transformation fell after three cups, yet he still managed to talk after two.

Yet he couldn’t figure out how this little girl wasn’t drunk after two jugs.

"Drunk? What’s drunk? I’ve never been drunk," Chen Qin said, shaking the third pot of Qingyi wine in front of Zhang Ze.

"Can you still drink, senior brother?"

Zhang Ze had a hard mouth, especially with drinking.

"I can, give me another cup."

Taking the cup from Chen Qin, Zhang Ze barely sipped from it.

As soon as he swallowed it, the vision of Chen Qin turned into three.

"Senior brother, if you can’t drink anymore, don’t push it," Chen Qin looked a bit worried seeing Zhang Ze’s state.

But Zhang Ze wouldn’t hear it.

"What do you mean, what do you mean by if you can’t drink anymore..."

Zhang Ze wobbled, holding the cup, and downed it all in one go.

Then he plunged into an unconscious state of fetal breathing.

Just before completely losing consciousness, Zhang Ze had a sudden realization about the key to his junior sister’s drinking capacity.

[Demon Sword Drunken Moon]

This was Chen Qin’s former title.

Some people are born to be good drinkers.

...

Upon awakening, Zhang Ze knew they had reached Cold City.

Because Zhang Ze found himself lying on a bed with a painting hanging from the wooden beams above.

A wild fox chased a butterfly in it, with four large characters flourishingly written beside it.

Fox Butterfly Restaurant.

The remaining furnishings in the room were clumsily infused with butterfly and fox elements.

Like those two cups on the table.

Extracting butterfly elements, the handles were designed as the left and right wings of a butterfly.

The two cups placed side by side looked like a butterfly.

But when separated, they resembled two letter B’s.

Generally, peculiar decor styles like this are mostly the handiwork of the Demon Race.

Though Cold City is somewhat distant from the Northern Territory, it is also where the Demon Race gathered the most in the Cyan Thorn region.

At this moment, Chen Qin pushed the door open and came in, "Senior brother, are you awake?"

She poured Zhang Ze a cup of tea with that B cup.

"Did you not rest?", Zhang Ze asked as he took the cup.

Chen Qin paused for a moment, "The shopkeeper said there’s only one room left..."

Zhang Ze: "..."

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