The memory was about the story of a little monk.
He was born to a temple, but unlike his introverted peers, he was playful, energetic, and curious about the world. Martial arts and running around were his hobbies.
The little monk hated scripture lessons the most and looked forward to martial arts lessons daily. So, his master would always smile and shake his head at him while knocking his head softly with a wooden rod, pretending that he was a wooden fish. This was the punishment his master had for him.
Time flew past, and the little monk was old enough to leave the mountain for an adventure.
The little monk was passionate about martial arts and tended to get into fights whenever he came across injustices. He also loved to spar with martial arts elites.
One fateful day, he went overboard and killed a disciple from a large clan by accident.
Greatly angered, his master dragged him back to the Thousand Leaves Sect and kept him at the back of the mountain. He was forced to recite scriptures twenty-four-seven with the hope of cleansing of his sins.
However, the monk felt that his master was the most irritating person in the world. Instead of calming him down, he became increasingly angered and attempted to break through the cave daily.
Of course, he always ended up failing since his master, a powerful monk of the generation and the Thousand Leaves Sect Leader, was guarding the door. It was impossible that he would succeed.
Thus, the master and disciple spent every single day engaging in combat, and the older man would recite scripture for the little monk during their break time, irritating the little monk.The little monk’s fury only grew as time passed, as if someone was adding new kindling to his flame of fury every single day.
With that, ten years passed.
One day, it was not his master who came for him, but another monk.
The monk recognized this monk as his senior uncle.
His senior uncle brought him to a corpse, which he spent the next three months staring at blankly.
The monk did not understand why he had such a heavy heart when he was finally freed from the non-stop chanting. He even thought of making himself deaf or pulling his master’s tongue out in the past.
He knew that his master had taught him all their gliphilities and styles secretly during their non-stop combat for the past ten years. Right from the start, the monk’s master chose him as the sect leader.
Three months later, he officially took the Iron Lotus Flower and became the leader of his sect. He kept his fury in the depths of his heart, which became his spiritual fire as well as his strongest weapon.
It wasn’t that the anger was gone, but now, was there a good reason to be angry?
It was snowing all around.
Standing in the land of snow, Chui Yim looked around blankly.
He could not find anything other than a snowman in this white piece of land. Therefore, he made his way towards the snowman.
Before he reached it, he heard the snowman’s voice.
“Are you angry?”
Chui Yim felt a drastic change the instant he heard it. It was a change in his emotions, and he felt fury gushing out of his heart.
All Siu Fu saw was Chui Yim yelling at the skies, his eyes turning scarlet.
“Chui Sang” sneered at this scene. “That’s Old Monster Ka Yi’s spiritual flame, it will definitely cause a lot of pain. Watch your friend be turned to ash by it within ten seconds; I don’t even need to take action!”
“Why should I be?” Chui Yim asked. His face reddened, as well as his eyes, but he remained calm.
“Why shouldn’t you be?” the snowman replied after a pause.
“I’m not willing.”
The Chinese character for “willing” could be interpreted in different ways. It could refer to a “wish,” but it more often referred to “willingness.” The former was about waiting for the world to do something for you, but the latter relied on oneself. If one was angry then they were angry, but if one was not willing to be angry, who could force them to be angry?
“Great. But now, it’s time for you to be enraged.”
The snowman spoke again after a long time, and suddenly, its eyes were revealed! Chui Yim realised that it was no snowman, but an actual man who was buried under the snow after sitting in the snowy weather for a long period!
Everything started to burn.
Land of snow? There was no snow; every snowflake was the purest form of flame.
This meant that this “snowy” land was actually a sea of fire that could burn the world!
Chui Yim was previously standing in the snow and shuddering from the cold, but the next second, he was in a sea of fire, burning with it!
The redness in Chui Yim’s eyes subsided as his orbs became milky white, including his pupils! Chui Yim looked like he had two balls of milky white flame replacing his eyes.
The burning sensation was not simply from the temperature; the flame was burning a particular emotion at the same time.
Great Monk Ka Yi made use of cultivating his rage into a spiritual flame, which he named Fury.
Chui Yim reached out his right hand. The milky white flame curled around his right arm and turned into gliph patterns that looked like thin lines from afar. If one were to take a close look, the fine lines were made of many Blazing Sun gliphs.
Despite not knowing who Chui Yim’s father was, Sung Tsz Hin had already figured out the Greater Blazing Sun entirely and deduced the next part to it. He said that Chui Yim would have the Greater Blazing Sun tattooed on his entire body, with his chest as the sun and his limbs as sunrays.
Currently, Chui Yim’s right arm was the morning sunray emitted from the sun on his chest.
The Fury was tattooed in Chui Yim and became his sunray.
Feeling the familiar energy wave he hated, “Chui Sang” was badly shocked and shrieked, “Old Monster Ka Yi, it’s you!?” The shadow went for Chui Yim. The pale Siu Fu could feel that a single drop of this black wave could take one’s life immediately.
He was putting all his hopes on Chui Yim.
“I am not Ka Yi.” Chui Yim floated in the space where the red stone pillars were, and the scary dark wave was unable to reach the area protected by the pillars.
“I am Chui Yim.”
Chui Yim floated in the air, fist clasped at his waist. The nine stone pillars cracked one by one, revealing human remains hidden beneath. These were congealed out of the nine Thousand Leaves Sect elites’ bodies after all.
The red and white fragments surrounded Chui Yim.
To seal this demon, Ka Yi sacrificed the nine elites of their sect as well as the sacred item of their sect, the Iron Lotus Flower. However, they still lacked a core, so Ka Yi used his spiritual flame, which contained a trace of his spirit.
If the demon managed to break out, Ka Yi’s remaining spirit would take over the body of the person the unnamed fire bead attracted and make use of the attack he left behind to take down Netherspectre. However, Chui Yim’s answer successfully passed Ka Yi’s test, thus Ka Yi gave Chui Yim the chance to launch the last attack himself.
Bzz…
A buzzing sound was heard. It resembled a cry at the same time.
Who was crying? Chui Yim, who was currently one with the entire Thousand Leaves Sect, knew where the cry was from.
Do you want to follow me?
Chui Yim asked, only to receive an energy wave of sorrow and despair.
It should have shattered long ago, during one dawn a thousand years ago.
But because of fate, it landed on a little monk who brought it around and nurtured it.
Now that the little monk was going to leave the world, there was no other reason for it to remain intact anymore.
After a short pause, Chui Yim answered as he understood the tile’s feeling.
“Then shatter,” Chui Yim mumbled to himself.
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