Night of the Broken Gliph

Chapter 363

“These fools think so highly of themselves; it will be their death day I break through the one-chambered state.” Lee Bat Fan scorned. To him, the rest of his classmates were no better than trash, except for Lam Zaa and Mung Si. 

“Young Master Lee is absolutely right! These extras are no match for Young Master who cultivates the Divine Mist Style passed down by Lee Clan’s ancestors! When Young Master reaches the one-chambered state, they would be defeated badly!” Disciples whose clan was under Lee Clan bootlicked while the rest remained silent. They planned to follow either of the Chor-Wong-On trio but had to turn to Lee Bat Fan from the four greatest clans of South, Lee Clan, after being rejected. 

Feeling better after receiving flattery, Lee Bat Fan then moved forward. 

“Huh?” A blood-coloured shadow shot past the group and right afterwards, a wolf formed of blood fog pounced onto the group of teens! josei

“This must be a blood spectre, kill!” Lee Bat Fan shouted, unflustered. He clearly felt that the blood spectres were only as competent as ordinary beasts, not even gliphic beasts! Since all Cloud Palace Outer Sect disciples were from clans and nurtured with the best education and resources from a young age, blood spectre with mediocre capability was nothing to them. 

Boom!

Sensing the positive changes taking place to his body, the glipher was overjoyed. “Some great stuff they have there!” 

Zoom! After the appearance of a blood spectre, many similar blood spectres gushed up to the group! 

“Hahaha, just in time! The more the merrier!”

Blood spectres came in large numbers as if they were “blood intent Santa Claus”, so simple to tackle that even Lee Bat Fan could managed to take down a few with his ordinary sword. Well, Lee Bat Fan who has yet to break through nor learnt to draw gliphs was the weakest in his team! 

Very soon, all blood spectres were eliminated even before the teens were satisfied; they craved for more blood fog to strengthen their bodies! All of a sudden, they felt an aura coming towards their direction. 

“Mhmm? Is that a shadow that I see?”  

“Is that a blood spectre?” 

“Let me!” A bow-using glipher pulled his bow and released an energliph-filled arrow and with a whooshed, the arrow aimed right at the black shadow in front of them! 

Pfft! A loud, muffled sound was heard and the group vaguely saw black shadows surrounding the shadow that the arrow landed on. 

“I see we found ourselves a difficult opponent!” Instead of being fearful, the outer sect disciples were filled with excitement. Sadly, their high-spirits did not last long, as the teens were replaced with anxiousness; or even horror as the gap closed up! 

It’s no blood spectre but a group of bald disciples with six ritual burn scars on their heads. 

The leading disciple had three brown, ancient gates surrounding him and emitting light beams. 

“Apex Temple?” 

Lee Bat Fan frowned. These baldies left him with a headache. The religious era had long passed in the South a thousand years ago and there were not many followers these days, but the Apex Temple that Mute established added a unique scene to South Imperial City. 

Moreover, their leader Yuen Yau was no average disciple. 

“Amitabha. Greetings, Benefactors.” 

Lee Bat Fan was unhappy to come across Apex Temple disciples, but there was nothing other than to greet back at Yuen Yau. Even though Apex Temple was not part of the Big Three, they were part of Eight Institutions and institutions in South had the same standing as large-scale tribes in the North. Furthermore, Yuen Yau was Mute’s direct disciple and had the rights to cultivate the special Universe Divine Style, giving him the same social class as Lee Bat Fan! 

Yuen Yau returned a respectful greeting and went straight to his point. “Benefactors will find the stairs leading to the third floor just right at the corner. However, it is only restricted to participants with a required amount of blood intent or above.” 

“Is that so? Since then, do Bhante have any solutions to it?” Lee Bat Fan enquired immediately. 

“Amitabha. This monk do have three solutions.” 

“I’m willing to listen.” Lee Bat Fan expressed his will. 

“The first solution will be to cultivate on the spot until we collect sufficient blood intent. But since we are racing against time, this will be the last resort. The second solution will be to snatch blood intent from other participants.” 

Yuen Yau spoke calmly, but it left Lee Bat Fan and his companions with their guards up. Some even held up their gliph weapons and poitned it towards the Apex Temple’s disciple. 

“However, as disciples from a Buddhist school, this is contrary to our believe of non-violence towards others, so it’s this monk’s second choice.” Yuen Yau shook his head. 

Similarly, Lee Bat Fan didn’t wish to fight Yuen Yau too, he was no competition for him and he’s only hoping to find a spot to take in blood intent peacefully to boost his Flexible Bones Body. Thus, he immediately asked. “So what’s Bhante’s best solution?” 

“To hunt down blood spectres which aren’t actual living things that grew from the tower to exchange for blood intent,”  Yuen Yau sighed. “Sadly, Benefactors took the blood spectre that this monk and his peers were chasing after.” 

The outer sect disciples’ eyes widen, aghast at Yuen Yau’s words. 

“Since our best solution failed, this monk decided to go with the second resolution for Apex Temple’s well. I hope Nobel Benefactors can take your leave on your own accord, as this monk doesn’t wish to take action. Benefactors would receive good karma for fulfilling others’ success and this monk hopes Benefactors fulfil our wishes today.” 

The outer sect disciples were no idiots and immediately understood the hidden meaning. One of the clan disciples let out a sneer. “Bald donkeys trying to make violence sound like some good deed. You have to battle for the blood intent you greed for, then!” 

Every disciple that enrolled in the outer sect was no ordinary teen. Moreover, all outer sect disciples here were survivors of Forbidden Forest, thus they definitely have something up their sleeves. One disciple held his sword tightly and the gliph lit up sightly. 

“Amitabha,” Yuen Yau muttered under his breath and the Three Lives Gate spun automatically to block the sword intent. “For the Apex Temple and for buddha to shine universally, this monk sadly had to resort to violence.” Yuen Yau looked up, he was  expressionless but energliph surged from his hands that were put together.