Night of the Broken Gliph

The Wong Clan did not allocate anybody to guard their front gate. Only two vivid stone tigers were staring out of the door.

This was how assertive the Wong Clan was. It had been hundreds of years, and nobody dared to trespass into the Wong Clan.

There might’ve been some, but they were most likely sent to the heavens.

A bald guest walked into the clan today. He was not a monk, and not here to beg for alms.

But he might’ve been here for bad reasons.

Composed, the bald teenager walked into the clan.

He had made significant progress after four years, and being someone who had the experience of two lives, he was greatly mature compared to those of his age – so mature that it had become his confidence.

Only great confidence in his capability could bring him into the Wong Clan so collected. 

Next to him was a teenager who always wore a sweet smile on his face. The teen had smooth black hair that flowed down his back. Calmness swam in his black pupils, yet his gaze seemed to hold a wealth of hidden depth.

Standing next to the bald teenager, it was evident that both teens emitted different auras. If the bald teenager was described as a blazing sun, then the black-hair teenager was a mysterious bright moon. They complemented each other well, which made their energliph feel stronger than it was in reality.

Behind them stood a teenager who stared at them with a complex expression. The teenager’s hair was the colour of an autumn leaf, but it resembled the fur of a ferocious tiger at the same time.

The yellow-haired teen was badly shocked by the teenagers emitting such robust energliph.

Within four years, the yellow-haired teen had become a two-chambered cultivator and was one of the fastest cultivators to do so in his clan’s history.

Well, this was the generation of wild blossoms after all.

But the bald teenager had him subconsciously putting his guard up. He had no idea why the teenager felt like an extremely dangerous person that he hoped to escape from immediately.

Chui Yim did it on purpose. He was intentionally showing off his cultivation.

He could hide it with the Cloud Palace’s secret skill if he wanted to, or at least tone it down, but he decided to show off his cultivation just like a blazing sun.

They arrived at the Wong Clan’s living room with the yellow-haired teen following them.

It gave off an extremely different vibe from the Chor Clan. The latter took the minimalistic approach to its best. The entire clan was black without a single decoration. The Wong Clan was similarly a military clan, but it gave off more generous vibes with treasures to decorate. Chui Yim couldn’t ignore the statue that was tied with sixty-four exquisite Cosmic Ropes, hanging from the four-meter-tall ceiling.

The statue was so realistic that Chui Yim thought that he was in a forest being hunted by a ferocious tiger that was ready to pounce.

However, this did not affect Chui Yim in the slightest. He had the Heaven’s Flame to protect him and break all illusions. This could not scare him.

“Welcome, Misters, thank you for gracing our humble abode and making it shine with brilliance.”

Chui Yim turned towards the direction where the voice came from and greeted the man politely. “It’s a pleasant surprise for Old Sir Wong to receive us personally. The humble younger generation greets Sir.”

The elderly man came towards them with a wooden cane alone. There wasn’t anybody to help him move, and he looked healthy as always. “It’s my pleasure to welcome the Cloud Palace sixth and seventh teachers personally.”

He then took a glance at the teenager behind Chui Yim. “Chow Yip, serve them tea.”

“Yes, Grandpa.”

Since there were no other “outsiders” around, Wong Chow Yip just addressed his grandpa as always and went out. Only Sir Wong Pak, Chui Yim, and Kam Chin Kee were left in the huge living room.

Wong Pak laughed, looking at Chui Yim fondly. It was normal; they had similar characters, so they would naturally be attracted to those similar to them. “It’s the Wong Clan’s honour to be the teachers’ first destination after the teachers began their journey down the mountain. How do you find this statue?”

Chui Yim did not even spare the statue a look as he stared at Wong Pak silently. “I’m extremely unhappy.”

Wong Pak was slightly stunned. He remained silent and stared at Chui Yim. As the leader of a military clan, he emitted a petrifying aura.

However, as if unable to feel it, Chui Yim continued to stare at him. “The Chor Clan is under my protection. Sir Chor left the clan in my hands before he passed on.”

Wong Pak laughed and did not continue the chit-chit, diverting the topic. “Cloud Palace has never cared about worldly affairs, isn’t Seventh Teacher perhaps a bit too nosy?”

“Cloud Palace never cares about worldly affairs, but I never said I don’t.” Chui Yim explained in all seriousness. It made no sense, and it even seemed that Chui Yim was trying to not associate himself with Cloud Palace.

Wong Pak wore a meaningful smile after hearing Chui Yim. “I guess Seventh Teacher is trying to say that he has nothing to do with Cloud Palace. But if that’s so… then you have no right to make deals with me.”

Wong Pak’s voice became ice cold.

This was the Mad Tiger Wong Clan Leader, the elderly man who dared to fight necrocultivators. There was nothing he feared in the world, and the courtesy for the teenagers was out of pure respect for Cloud Palace.

Wong Pak stood up and knocked the wooden cane on the ground. “Chor Huet Zhin did the same thing when he was alive and brought back tons of benefits for his clan. If he didn’t, the Chor Clan would have long perished.”

“So you’re going to take the same path as him?” Chui Yim looked at him expressionlessly.

Wong Pak stopped his action and tried to pierce through Chui Yim with his gaze as if trying to figure out the other’s intention.

“You might have forgotten, but I’m a glipheon,” Chui Yim said calmly. “I can tell that you only have about five or ten years left.

“And that explains why you dared to fight the necrocultivators that night: to garner resources for your clan before you pass on.”

Chui Yim looked at his right hand where there was a milky white Hidden Cloud gliph on his palm.

“Your time will be up soon, but I have plenty of time left. I will gladly return every few months after you leave the world to bully the Wong Clan. And if my effort alone is insufficient, I’ll come with Chin Kee. If I still fail, I will return later after I become stronger.

“But what’s the meaning of that? Bullying your clan just because you bullied me when you were alive?”

“Indeed meaningless.” Wong Pak stared at Chui Yim as if the teen was already dead.

“Hoping to kill me?” Chui Yim snickered.

“Unless you can take my life in one second, even though I might end up seriously injured, you will definitely be dead. Great Senior Brother said that Cloud Palace is best at standing up for its members. Thus, if you fail to kill me within one second, I can guarantee that not only you, but the entire Wong Clan will no doubt lose their lives.

“Maybe not my friend Chow Yip, but the rest, they will all die.”

Wong Pak’s breathing became heavier like an angry tiger.

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