Night of the Broken Gliph

Yeung Tin Hun changed his position immediately and continued his rapid attack.  

Yu-Man Lung, who was staring at the silver-robed spearman, suddenly felt dizzy when the incoming figure seemed to vanish into the snow.  

“Huh?” Yu-Man Lung let out a yelp as he looked around.  

“Below you, Sacred Son!”  

Yu-Man Lung followed the shout and looked downwards, only to be greeted by a sharp spear tip that pierced fiercely through the snow. No weak cultivator himself, he slid back instantly with sharp reflexes. 

Still, the spear’s tip grazed his face and left a long, bloody mark. 

“Trying to escape, huh?”

It was hard to detect the fog from Yeung Tin Hun’s feet under the faint snow, and he appeared behind Yu-Man Lung like a ghost in no time. He stabbed his spear through his target’s thigh and  into the ground, making him yell in pain. 

“Stop, or I’ll kill him!” Yeung Tin Hun shouted coldly before making a claw with his left hand, grabbing Yu-Man Lung’s throat with murderous intent in his eyes. 

The other cultivators were shocked, but none dared to step forward. Every one of them looked around as if they were in deep thought while a pale Man Yee Ho moved behind Yeung Tin Hun. 

Whoosh! A figure wearing the same golden robe as Yu-Man Lung landed in front of Yeung Tin Hun. 

There were only two people with the right to wear gold robes in this tribe, and they were the Yu-Man father and son. Yu-Man Chong stared at both of the teens in front of him before facing his son.  

Seeing his father, Yu-Man Lung immediately complained, “Father! Hurry and kill these bastards!”  

“Bastards?” Yeung Tin Hun sneered and twisted the spear piercing through Yu-Man Lung’s thigh, making him scream again. Thoughts of hatred filled his head, yet he dared not to utter another sound.  

Yu-Man Chong took a deep breath and turned to the teenagers. “Are you perhaps from the Four Season Mountain? I am acquainted with the vice sect leader of the Winter Peak, Yeung Tung. May I know which peak you hail from?”  

Yeung Tin Hun eyed Yu-Man Chong and sneered again while Man Yee Ho remained silent, waiting for his travel companion to settle the issue. It was hard to believe that this teenager had just fended off so many cultivators. 

Yu-Man Chong’s brows furrowed as he heard no response from Yeung Tin Hun. He might be anxious to save his son, but the one-chambered and “zero-chambered” teens he was now facing had defeated so many cultivators and captured his two-chambered son. Their strength proved that they weren’t simple and were most likely part of a large organisation. 

The three most powerful organisations in the North were the Blazing Skies Mountain, Imperial Sunset Palace, and Four Season Heaven. They all had high standards for disciples, and those who weren’t doing well wouldn’t be allowed to leave the sect. It was said that they were mimicking the Cloud Palace, as those who left the sect without sufficient strength would only shame the sect.  

Yu-Man Chong couldn’t identify where the quiet teen in red was from, but he had sparred with Yeung Tung in the past, so he knew that the energliph movement he felt just now was that of the Four Season Heaven. This was exactly the reason why he had rushed here.  

This teen is undoubtedly a member of the Four Season Heaven. He must be a core disciple if he isn’t a traitor who fled the sect. Wait, a core disciple?

Yu-Man Chong scanned the teen carefully and noticed the shiny silver spear that radiated a complex wave of energliph in his hands. That’s not an ordinary gliph weapon. Also, he looks just like… 

He had previously visited the Winter Peak as a guest and caught a glimpse of Sect Leader Yeung Ha from afar. The spear-wielding teen held great resemblance to the clan master, and the name of a two-innate-chambered genius young man came to his mind.

“Are you perhaps the young master of Four Season Heaven, Yeung Tin Hun?” Yu-Man Chong gestured respectfully as he sighed to himself. The Heaven Sacrifice Tribe might be one of the most powerful tribes in the North, but they were just an ant in the eyes of the truly powerful sects like the Four Season Heavens; their members weren’t people they could afford to offend.  

Yeung Tin Hun raised his brows, agreeing to his words silently.  

“Haha, an old friend’s nephew is here to visit!” Yu-Man Chong laughed. “It’s our tribe’s honour to host you! Come, arrange a banquet!”  

Yu-Man Lung, whose head was lowered, fumed in silence.  

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Chui Yim, all worn out, returned to his residence.  

Throughout the ten or so years in this world, he had been diligently training his strength daily apart from his days as a baby. This allowed him to be fitter than his age, with a strength similar to those who had already reached the one-chambered state. 

Even so, he was born with a heart deficiency that weakened him. Strength and stamina were two different things. A muscular person could be strong but have little stamina, while a lean man might have the stamina to run a marathon and not feel breathless.  

Now, Chui Yim was caught in an awkward position. He was strong, but his stamina was pitiful. Sadly, stamina was vital to many expertise in this world, from forging to fighting, or even treating a patient like today. What made things worse was that he had no solution to his sickness, and he could only hope for the best in the future.  

Kam Chin-Kee, who had moved in recently, placed a few palm-sized statues around the residence after running some formations after discovering Chui Yim’s condition. The cute pigeon statues could purify the surrounding air. They might not be of great use nor could they directly cure Chui Yim, but it allowed him to breathe more smoothly and increased his stamina by a few minutes.  

Chui Yim now sat crossed-legged on the black cushion and intentionally neglected his body. The Heaven’s Flame in him was powerful enough that he might be scared to death if he were to look inside himself. For now, he focused on his mind.  

He fixed the image of Mo-Yung Yin turning energy into needles to his head. Whether Mo-Yung Yin’s medical knowledge was right or not, he was the Divine Doctor, the only divine rank glipheon currently. It wasn’t simply a title, but also a name representing his rank. 

His ability to compress energliph into small needles that could enter Chor Chong Hoi’s body amazed Chui Yim. Glipheons weren’t just about medical skills. Because they treated cultivators, a glipheon needed to be a cultivator with superb control over his or her cultivation and energliph.   

With the knowledge from Ping Chi and Chui Tin, Chui Yim had a robust foundation and was already a great master in practical skill and knowledge. However, he was limited by his cultivation rank, unable to truly reach the realm of great master. 

Currently, Chui Yim was learning by replaying the scene of Mo-Yung Yin channelling energliph into needles in his mind.

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