Night of the Broken Gliph

Chapter 121

There was a bloody wound on Ping Ching’s neck. His face flushed white as he turned to Chui Yim in gratitude. 

“Eh?” A gasp rang out, sounding like it was emitted from all directions. 

Eeeeeek…

The sound echoed around the mountain like energy. With a huff, Chui Yim fell to the ground, bleeding from his ears, eyes, nose and mouth while Ping Ching watched Chui Yim knelt in front of him as he slowly blacked out…

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A short figure that was hidden by the shadows appeared in front of both of them. Rather than a person, it looked like a black, burning flame. 

“Who are you?” There wasn’t any energy involved in the voice this time around, but it sounded weird and was neither manly nor feminine. 

“Chui Yim.” Chui Yim wiped the blood off his face, looking slightly terrified. However, he did not remain fearful for long as he knew that he was no competition to the person in front of him. Chui Yim dared to fight Chan Shue Gun from Southary out of courage, yet this person was able to end his life just with a gasp, the energliph in the gasp to be exact.

He or she must at least be… two or three states higher than me, and possess the ability to kill me with just a look or his voice. I’m still alive because he wants to test me and get an answer to his doubts, but it is more of a tease. To him, I and Ping Ching are sitting ducks that cannot possibly escape…

“You could disperse the Nine Hells of Chill… You’re… very special…” The person had a weird and staggering voice but Chui Yim could hear him clearly. Sneering in reply, Chui Yim moved backwards subconsciously in silence. 

“It’s useless.” The voice filled with energy rang across the place again. With another hum, Chui Yim bled out of his facial features again and was seriously injured. However, he no longer kneeled on the ground and accepted the attack coming at him fully into his body.

Chui Yim was gambling! He was betting on that the finger-sized and hibernating heaven’s flame would save him from being destroyed by this energliph. Indeed, as soon as the energy entered Chui Yim’s body, heaven’s flame swallowed up all the energy, but Chui Yim still suffered an unbearable pain from the leftovers. Despite this, Chui Yim made a move and fished out a short stick, pressing it into his palm. 

Omm…

A blinding light lit up, lighting up the night. The short stick was Tse Clan’s Chi Ping’s treasure that Chui Yim had cut into many pieces! 

“Argh!” A miserable scream was heard, making Chui Yim dumbfounded. He was planning to buy time for himself with the stick to reach for the black pouch on the other side of his waist. But now, it seemed like this short stick was fatal too…

The knowledge of this made Chui Yim take out another stick. He pressed it in his palm hard and threw it forward. Another strong light lit up, working well with the first blinding light. The scream got further and softer. 

When the light dispersed, only two short sticks were left on the ground as ordinary wooden sticks. It was no longer filled with energliph like it was previously. A ball of green smoke was seen on the front of both sticks. It was as if the ground was decaying. Smoke rose from the ordinary ground of the mountain. 

At the same time, numerous gushing sounds were heard. The strong energliph and light alerted all clans situated at the Southern Mountain, causing all to rush over. Everyone was shocked to find Chui Yim who was bleeding and Ping Ching who had fainted. A priest from the Ping Clan immediately picked Ping Ching, their clan’s precious, up. 

As for Chui Yim, nobody cared about him. 

Suddenly, an old man huffed. “It must be this evil kid who assassinated Mister Ping! Take him down!”  Chui Yim turned over to see Mo-Yung Sai, whom he had met back at the restaurant! 

“Old dog…” Chui Yim scolded in anger, and the next second, he fainted and lost consciousness. 

“Hmph! Do you think you can get over it by feigning innocence? I’ll take your life right now!” Mo-Yung Sai, who was displeased with Chui Yim from the start said. His aura increased, and gliph strings appeared in front of him! 

All of a sudden, his pupils shrank and he took three steps back. 

Boom!! 

A black dragon came from the sky and landed a few steps in front of Mo-Yung Sai. Cracks on the ground went towards Mo-Yung Sai like spider webs. Chor Shing Chit kneeled on the ground with his right fist down. Smoke rose from his ordinary-looking fist, which was the ordinarily-looking fist. “You’ll be challenging the Chor Clan if you touch him.” 

“The Mo-Yung Clan has never been afraid of the Chor Clan anyway!” Mo-Yung Sai laughed out of anger. “You’re here at the Southern Ping! Not the South Imperial City!” 

The foggy night onyx eagle in Chor Shing Chit’s arms peeked out too, staring at Mo-Yung Sai sharply as if it was ready to attack him.  

“Noisy. What kind of behaviour is this?” Just then, a voice was heard, diffusing the tension between both of them. It was a calm, gentle and magical voice that resembled a breeze, relaxing those who heard it. 

A white figure walked towards them slowly. It was a handsome yet feminine man who had a smile on his face. Despite the femininity, he had a firm, manly look in his eyes. His appearance made all elites from the clans bow to him. 

Not because of the handsome man’s clan, but his status as the Divine Doctor. Just like the Divine Blacksmith Yim Yung from Blazing Skies Mountain, Mo-Yung Yin was the Divine Doctor of the entire world. He had great medical skills and was said to have the ability to revive the dead and change their fate as long as the patient had a chance. Nobody dared to offend such a person as in cultivation, for life was the most important thing other than being powerful and gliphism.  josei

Well, everyone valued life, and who would know when he or she might be so seriously injured someday that they could only seek help from the Divine Doctor? Thus they all bowed to Mo-Yung Yin because he was him, and not because of Mo-Yung Clan. 

Mo-Yung Yin stepped forward slowly and looked at Ping Ching with a thin smile. “Mister Ping just fainted. There’s nothing wrong with him, so you need not worry.” Hearing this, the elderly hugging Ping Ching heaved a sigh of relief and bowed as thanks. 

Mo-Yung Yin said nothing more and turned to the pit with smoke on the ground and then Chui Yim. He looked back with a thin smile. “It doesn’t seem to be the work of this boy, but we should rather be careful than to be sorry. No matter what, he will need to be jailed and trialled by all five clans.” 

“That won’t happen,” Chor Shing Chit replied coldly. He moved back two steps and stood in front of fainted Chui Yim.