Night of the Broken Gliph

It sounded like a joke to refine a weapon like it was an elixir or pill, but it was no longer funny when an actual grade three weapon was completed.

The crowd stared at the weapon with their jaws dropped to the ground, at a great loss for words. They wouldn’t be this shocked even if they were to hear that Chui Yim was a grandmaster blacksmith instead, because this time around, he wasn’t improving but creating something new – a brand new method in forging!

Chui Yim looked at Chor Shing Chit gently. “Brother Chor, I remember our promise, and I believe that Sir Chor in the Yellow Springs will be glad too.”

Even Chor Chun Ping next to Chor Shing Chit was left speechless and couldn’t help but gasp at his father’s brilliance. Chor Huet Zhin valued Chui Yim before he passed on, and not only did he teach him the Bloody War Strike, he invested in this teenager who might become of huge power of the Chor Clan.

Chor Chun Ping knew that all of that was worth it the moment he saw the weapon.

He might not be holding it, but the weapon was already so powerful the moment it was made. Chor Chun Ping knew that, other than the Ink Dragon Armour, another weapon of their clan would be ranked on the Celestial Weapon Rank.

Chor Shing Chit was similarly very touched. “What is this weapon called?”

Chui Yim rubbed his nose; he knew that his naming skill was so bad that nobody appreciated it, thus he left it for Chor Shing Chit to name. “It’s your weapon, you can name it.”

Looking down and feeling the connection between him and the weapon, Chor Shing Chit realised it fitted him perfectly from gliph to size, even if it wasn’t technically tailor-made.

Buzz! The moment a gliph weapon reached grade four, it became extremely powerful, and its name was no longer just a name but a mark of the weapon that could not be changed randomly anymore. There was a mystical saying that gliph weapons of grade four and above possessed the congealed energy of heaven and earth, and every one was a precious treasure.

Now, this weapon had a mark after Chor Shing Chit named it!

A clear buzz was heard as Chor Shing Chit felt an energy surge into his body and form a perfect cycle with his Ink Intent! He wanted to scream the energy out, but he held it in and stared at the weapon fondly.

“Thank you, my brother,” Chor Shing Chit said peacefully but with all seriousness.

Chui Yim returned him a wide smile.

The weapon was named Southary to commemorate their friendship that was formed during the journey from Southary to South Imperial City!

The Cloud Palace disciples sat silently in the straw hut. Sung Tsz Hin had kept the painting, and they were all facing each other silently.

After a long pause, Yim Mo Chiu spoke up first. “Mung Si’s my pick. Her talent in gliphism alone can overtake us in no time.” However, she felt slightly guilty after saying this as the real reason was crystal clear – Mung Si was from Blazing Skies Mountain just like her.

“I choose Man Yee Ho,” Wong Kei said. He did not explain much, but it was evident that Man Yee Ho’s character and strengths most fitted his hobby – the game of Go.

On the other hand, Hui Sai Cheong had Chui Yim in mind. His reason was, “Solely depending on Little Brother Chui’s forging, he was the first in a thousand years to put alchemy and forging together, bringing a new taste to the world,” but obviously, he had other selfish reasons why he liked Chui Yim to be selected too.

Even Sung Tsz Hin’s head hurt. Why is it so tough to choose?

During the last generation, the world believed that it was a close call between Chor Shing Chit, Wong Kwan, and Wat Suen, but the four disciples knew that it was a clear win for Wat Suen; with a glance, they could tell that Wat Suen was the most suitable candidate.

However, in this generation…

The thought of this had Sung Tsz Hin looking at Wat Suen. “What about you, Fifth Junior Sister?”

“Don’t ask me, I do not have any opinion.” Wat Suen had her eyes shut, resting. “It’s Master’s choice in the end,” she reminded.

“Our opinions matter too!” Hui Sai Cheong complained.

Wat Suen did not reply to him, not because she did not respect Hui Sai Cheong but because that was simply what she was like. They weren’t blood siblings, but after spending time with each other every day, they were no different from actual siblings and naturally would not take such matters to heart. Hui Sai Cheong said nothing afterwards.

“Alright,” Sung Tsz Hin said, “Let’s see what our master has in mind.”

With that, Sung Tsz Hin said nothing and shut his eyes. The others knew that he was connecting with their master and remained silent, waiting for the results silently.

After a long time, Sung Tsz Hin opened his eyes. The silent man wore a surprised expression for the first time.

“What’s wrong, Senior Brother?” the rest asked immediately. Even Wat Suen couldn’t help but open her eyes and turn to Sung Tsz Hin curiously.

Sung Tsz Hin shook his head, still in great shock. “Inform Mister Cheuk to update the results.”

The entire field was so silent that they could now hear a pin drop.

Everyone awaited the final result, and the six main characters sat on the ground, meditating as they awaited the result.

The Black Tortoise Avenue Cloud Ranking was already congested. Everyone shuffled to the front to witness a legendary moment in history.

Every disciple of Cloud Palace was the brightest star in the sky – the best cultivator in the whole world.

The world was fighting to watch the birth of such a cultivator.

As if sensing their thoughts, the huge stone tablet shook after receiving the order. The words carved on the tablet, such as the ranking for special body forms, turned into ashes for the moment and disappeared into thin air.

In the blink of an eye, all words on the huge stone tablet disappeared and revealed the clean, shiny, white marble surface.

As if feeling something, the crowd held their breath with excitement as they knew… it was time!

Every second of suspense was suffocating.

Finally, the stone tablet vibrated again like a huge invisible hand was carving words on the tablet with a sword or knife-like brush.

Each and every stroke was clear.

The crowd wore complicated expressions when they saw the results.

Some felt that it was expected, while some were unable to believe their eyes.

He was an unknown teenager a year ago, and even a great joke to the world.

But within a year, he rose like a rising star and shone bright in the sky. This was the moment that his name would be recorded in the books of history and legends.

Even after his death, the future generations would respect and admire him, who only remained in the books.

He was Kam Chin Kee, Cloud Palace’s sixth teacher of this generation.

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