Whoosh! Lee Bat Fan, Suet Sing Fuet and many other gliphists stood up instantly.

 Suet Sing Fuk threw Lee Bat Fan an unfriendly glance when he saw him standing up. “What makes you qualified when you can’t even draw gliphs as a zero-gliphic gliphist?”

“Gliphism isn’t just about drawing gliphs, but one’s knowledge and understanding of the subject,” Lee Bat Fan retorted. “Compared to the undeveloped North, the Lee Clan is definitely stronger in this aspect.”

“Who are you calling undeveloped?” Siu Liu glared at Lee Bat Fan.

“Heh…” Lee Bat Fan sneered in response.

Watching their classmates argue, Chui Yim scooted over to Kam Chin-Kee and whispered. “Kam, are you interested in this?”

“Nope. Too boring for me.” Kam Chin Kee shook his head while Chui Yim nodded in agreement. He would not have participated in the exchange voluntarily if he wasn’t nominated; with his current rank, he didn’t need to rely on such methods to boost his fame.

Just then, a student stood up. “Miss Woo, I nominate Mung Si. She has great strength and is excellent in gliphism. Mung Si is the most suitable candidate.” Surprisingly, this student was a Southerner and a famous clan disciple. After Mung Si saved him from the giant demonic spider’s web back in the Forbidden Forest, he became one of her most loyal followers. 

On the other hand, Mung Si remained unfazed, as if she wasn’t the person being nominated. The contrast between her bubbly look and her ice-cold personality had charmed many.

Suet Sing Fuk scoffed but sat down. He wasn’t confident in beating Mung Si. Even the other gliphists and Lee Bat Fan did the same. Her heroic action had awed them, and they similarly agreed that Mung Si was qualified to represent the Cloud Palace outer sect,

Hearing no further objections, Woo Nim nodded. “Okay, the representatives have been decided; Chui Yim, Mung Si and Woo Hung. As for the group competition, everyone must be involved, and we expect nothing less of victory. For our three representatives, not winning will result in expulsion. This has always been the outer sect’s rule.”

After making herself clear, Woo Nim turned to Chui Yim, Mung Si and Woo Hung. Except for Woo Hung, the other two teens were unfazed.

“That’s the end of the class. You’re dismissed.”

 


“Brother Chui, brother Chui!” Chui Yim and Kam Chin Kee stayed home every weekend. Due to Chui Yim and Yeung Chun’s culinary skills, Chau Cheung became a regular guest at the Wandering Son’s Lake Residence.

Since Yeung Chun and Lam Ming Sum became close friends, their frequent discussions on the culinary arts helped them improve significantly and left Chui Yim proud of how he decided to hire Yeung Chun.

Hearing Chau Cheung, Chui Yim huffed. “I see you’re here again for free food, huh?”

“Not today,” Chau Cheung laughed. “There’s an interesting auction today; I wonder if Brother Chui and Brother Kam are interested?”

The duo exchanged glances. Interesting auction?


Chui Yim sat in the private room as he snacked. Auctions were something Chui Yim was interested in. He and Kam Chin Kee weren’t lacking financially, and bidding for unique items was fun for them. The unnamed fire beads Kam Chin Kee bought for Chui Yim were still a mystery even after Chui Yim broke through. All he knew was that there was an extraordinary flame within them that might be the Heaven’s Flame equal!

However, with his current cultivation state, Chui Yim feared that he’d damage it, so it was still safely kept in his jade. No matter what, such valuables should be treasured, and he’d surely understand it someday as he progressed in his cultivation.

He scanned the private room they were in. Chau Cheung was capable, seeing how Chui Yim was currently in a black-grade private room, befitting his current standing. If Chui Yim were to reveal his actual abilities, he might have been put in a red-grade private room. Seeing how proud Chau Cheung looked, Chui Yim couldn’t help but wonder how interesting Chau Cheung’s expression would be if he learned that Kam Chin Kee was a red-grade guest. 

Chui Yim smirked as he thought of this. Kam Chin Kee immediately figured out Chui Yim’s thoughts and shook his head with a laugh.

On the other hand, Chau Cheung failed to notice the teens exchanging glances and turned to them excitedly. “There are many unique items today, but I called you guys here for the…hundred years old wine, the Thousand Mile Aroma!”

“Thousand Mile Aroma?” Chui Yim raised a brow.

Kam Chin Kee hummed. “The Thousand Mile Aroma can be smelled a thousand miles away, leaving everyone who smelled it drunk. It’s a precious wine.”

“Brother Kam and Brother Chui are indeed tasteful!” Chau Cheung laughed out loud. “Thousand Mile Aroma is something money can’t buy due to its rarity! However, with Brother Chui’s financial status, you could definitely try to bid for it.”

“So you can have a taste of it, right?” Chui Yim stared at Chau Cheung, who wasn’t embarrassed despite his intentions being exposed.

“Well, not exactly. Besides the Thousand Mile Aroma, there are many other precious items that you guys could bid for, including precious minerals and gliphic plants. I heard that Brother Kam needs special gliphic plants and ingredients to make your mystical puppets, and a piece of everlasting wood is being auctioned today.”

“Everlasting wood?” Kam Chin Kee looked up in shock. Even Chui Yim didn’t know what it was.

“Everlasting wood is a precious gliphic plant that is rarely recorded in books under the instructions of elite gliphers.” Chau Cheung smiled mysteriously.

 “Everlasting wood is very precious; it takes a decade to sprout and only grows after twenty years. After every decade, the wood will grow slightly, barely maturing after a century,” Chau Cheung said as he demonstrated with his fingers. “Just a piece this small.

“Its mystical characteristics remained unknown to the past elites until a grass refiner made a gliphic weapon out of it. It was a wooden sword made completely of thousand-year-old everlasting wood which ended up in the hands of a four-chambered glipher, Duen Fei.”

“Duen Fei? Sword God Duen Fei?” Chui Yim looked up in surprise.

“What Sword God?” Chau Cheung sneered. “He might have good swordsmanship, but he wasn’t qualified to be called a God. In ancient times, when six-chambered and thousand-gliphic state cultivators roamed, who dared to call themselves god? Especially someone like Duen Fei, who relied fully on a powerful weapon.“

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