“Hung Zhin is an odd existence. Like any of our tribe members, he had great confidence and was proud to be one of us, but he couldn’t give up his clan and country either. Thus, he temporarily left the Black Promise Tower and made his way to the Bloody War Frontier.
“The Black Promise Tower symbolised our tribe, while the Hung Clan was his home clan. Faced with this dilemma, Hung Zhin went to the Bloody War Frontier, where he fought for his country and met Chor Huet Zhin.
“With the disguise skills Hung Zhin learnt from our tribe and the authentic Hung Clan techniques he practised since young, Chor Huet Zhin didn’t suspect him in the slightest, and they became close friends in no time. For about twenty years, they fought together at the Bloody War Frontier.
“Everything went well until…”
The Bloody War Frontier—a place with countless descriptions. To the Southerners, it was hell in their mortal world, yet in truth, things were not as terrible as they thought.
The Bloody War Frontier was located at the borders between the North and South. To the North, there were countless tents of different sizes. That was the base of all the powerful tribes, led by the three strongest tribes.
To the South, however, were sturdy walls that stood thirty feet tall with spikes protruding outwards, with plenty of unknown plants coiled around them. The Southerners named it the Forest Python.
The Forest Python and the Northern tents were about a hundred miles away from each other, and this span of land was the arena for both parties.
The Bloody War Frontier was a place of constant war, but large-scale invasions were rare these few centuries. Northern cultivators were fierce and usually won any one-on-one battle with Southern cultivators. Due to their harsh upbringing, they were all great fighters, or more particularly, murderers.On the other hand, the Southerners had an established cultivation system and could produce more cultivators faster. This was why the South’s comprehensive strength increased much faster than the Northerners and why there wasn’t any actual war, as both parties knew that victory wouldn’t be easy.
Even so, constant battles went on to test the other party’s ability and allow their younger generations to gain experience. There were rarely four-chambered or hundred gliphic cultivators at the Bloody Way Frontier, so as time passed, it became a mortal training ground for the younger generations.
Going back a hundred years.
A teen sat on a small hill at the Bloody War Frontier, watching the Northern cultivators scutter away with a sneer. However, the sneer worsened his injury and made him curse.
“Where are you injured?” A voice rang out from behind him.
“Left rib, probably cracked,” the teen replied without looking back.
“Oh, that won’t kill you.”
Whoosh. The teen reached out his hands subconsciously to receive a bottle of wine. Another teen with an icy cold expression walked over while reeking of blood.
“Wine will make you feel better,” the teenager said as he downed the bottle in his hands, which made the injured teen laugh.
“I can’t stand the expression you Chors always have.” With that, he took a sip of the wine to warm himself up.
The ice-cold teen next to him smiled at this scene. “I have a feeling that I might break through my third chamber soon.”
“What!?” The injured teen jumped up immediately after hearing him. “Chor Huet Zhin! I’ll never lose to you!”
“Why would you be so angry if you aren’t scared?” The icy-cold teen, Chor Huet Zhin, watched him expressionlessly. “You remembered our bet, right? The winner can go after Siu Wah.”
“Hey, the winner hasn’t been determined!” Hung Zhin sneered. It might seem like a teenage squabble, but to the best friends who experienced life and death together for the past six years, nothing could affect their friendship. They were so close that they bet the first person to break through to the three-chambered rank could chase after their crush while the other would vow to never do so.
Golden rays of sunlight shone down on them as night slowly fell. Feeling the cold breeze, Chor Huet Zhin looked up and got ready to leave. “It’s dark, let’s head back.”
But soon, he realised that Hung Zhin wasn’t following him, sitting on the hill instead.
“Hung Zhin?”
Chor Huet Zhin walked over to see that Hung Zhin’s face had turned black, as if a black energy was covering his face, making him tremble like he was in unbearable pain.
“What’s wrong?” CHor Huet Zhin asked worriedly.
Suddenly, Chor Huet Zhin felt a strong surge of energliph. Anxiousness washed over his face. “Are you breaking through?”
It was always a big deal when gliphers broke through, and many prestigious clans would try to predict the breakthrough so they could make preparations for tattooing the new gliph. But of course, there wasn’t such a privilege here at the Bloody War Frontier.
“I’ll bring you back. The Hung Clan has a gliphist there.” Chor Huet zhin lifted him immediately.
“No…” Hung Zhin gritted his teeth. “Go forward… to the graveyard…”
“What nonsense are you speaking…” Despite wearing his poker face, Chor Huet Zhin was worried for his friend, but Hung Zhin grabbed his shoulder hard.
“The… graveyard…”
Chor Huet Zhin frowned and hesitated for a second before dashing towards the graveyard.
He ran at the speed of lightning. The distance wasn’t considered far for cultivators, but it wasn’t hardly close either. What made it worse was that they were currently heading North.
The South had always been the defenders ever since the North and South began fighting a thousand years ago at the Bloody War Frontier. They had the strength to repel the North but were smart enough to know they couldn’t counterattack.
The further north, the more dangerous it became.
A few minutes later, they heard an angry roar. “How dare you pathetic Southerners cross our lands!”
Right away, someone charged towards them with a knife. Chor Huet Zhin didn’t reply as a fierce glare flashed in his eyes.He punched the assailant in his chest and killed the Northerner in no time.
But since they were now in the North, they met many more enemies; Chor Huet Zhin had killed about twenty Northern cultivators in ten minutes. The worst incident was when a two-chambered cultivator stabbed his abdomen before dying.
In these ten minutes, Chor Huet Zhin and Hung Zhin saw death multiple times.
Finally, they reached the so-called graveyard.
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