Night of the Broken Gliph

On the other side, Ping San Yat and Ping Ching had already gotten to work, not even giving the five-chambered elite Hung Siu any acknowledgement. “I wonder what poison it is, to possess such violent energy.”

Chui Yim nodded in agreement. He also felt the violent energy in Ching Gai; it was so powerful that his fingers could not stand the power. At the same time, it felt oddly familiar.

Ping San Yat scowled, and a few glipheons walked up to him. Some glipheons were part of the Mo-Yung Clan, Wong Clan, and Cheung Clan – the best clans in medicine and alchemy of Southern Ping. They were the best glipheons in the world, yet they could not find any medical case studies about this poison being recorded.

It wasn’t that glipheons couldn’t do their job without case studies, but case studies would give them an idea of where to start, saving time and increasing the chance of patients surviving.

“This… is kind of similar to energy dissociation,” Chui Yim spoke after hesitation.

“Energy dissociation?” A man in deep thought replied. It was the Mo-Yung Clan’s Mo-Yung Chung, an elder whose ability was only below Mo-Yung Yin in the clan.

“Hmm… Indeed, in terms of the violence and exclusiveness. But it’s way more powerful than energy dissociation.”

Chui Yim nodded, wearing a grave expression on his face. He couldn’t help but be reminded of Wai Chung Yin, who flashed him an odd smile at the peak.

“A challenge? Did he challenge me to medicine with the lives of others?”

At night, Chui Yim and Kam Chin Kee returned to Man Fai’s residence. Lam Ming Sum was grinning from ear to ear at the sight of the boys, but her face fell immediately when she saw the lovely girl following behind them.

Four teenagers sat at the square table, squeezing into Man Fai’s tiny residence. Luckily, none of them were raised to be spoiled and could accept this arrangement.

Even at the dinner table, Chui Yim was still wearing a grave expression. It had been half a day since the outbreak of the incident, and the medical team was still at a loss.

The genius glipheons and alchemists of Southern Ping tried their best to no avail. Chui Yim also tried to cure it the same way he cured energy dissociation, but as soon as his energy entered the victims’ bodies, the poison slightly injured him. If he didn’t retract his energliph at a fast speed, it would’ve been enough to leave him severely injured!

The other members of the medical team were still at the site trying their best to treat the casualties. Kam Chin Kee and Chui Yim only returned to inform Lam Ming Sum that they would be busy until the issue came to an end.

After a simple meal, Kam Chin Kee and Chui Yim left in a hurry, leaving only Ping Ching to enjoy her tea slowly.

The teenage boys felt that something was odd, but they couldn't care less about Ping Ching now since the Great Wisdom citizens’ lives were on line.

Ping Ching took a seat on the bamboo chair that was usually occupied by Chui Yim, her slender fingers wrapping around the teacup gently. Moonlight graced her innocent-looking features; Ping Ching looked just like a fairy that descended from the moon.

Even Lam Ming Sum had to admire Ping Ching’s beauty, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

“I envy you a lot.” Suddenly, Ping Ching spoke out of nowhere.

“Ah…?” Lam Ming Sum was stunned. I’m the one that envies you, she thought to herself.

“In fact, I admire you.” Ping Ching turned towards her with a gentle smile. The weak and tender Lam Ming Sum’s cheeks could not help but flare up hearing the praise.

“You’re the noble princess of the Lam Dynasty with such esteemed status, yet you have the courage to abandon this identity to follow Brother Chui and become an assistant of Cloud Palace. Just this courage alone makes me ashamed in comparison.”

Lam Ming Sum did not reply because she did not know what to say in response.

Ping Ching looked at her calmly. Lam Ming Sum was just an ordinary girl; she was no great beauty nor did she have ivory white skin. The only thing special about her might just be the blue hair that signified her imperial lineage.

But Ping Ching envied her still.

After a moment of silence, Ping Ching suddenly spoke up. “You fancy Brother Chui, right?”

“Erm… no… that’s not it! Brother Chui is like my elder brother…” Lam Ming Sum waved her hands anxiously, like a child denying her prank.

Ping Ching only flashed her a soft smile, one that left Lam Ming Sum stunned with her beauty. “I fancy Brother Chui a lot.”

Lam Ming Sum turned silent once again.

“Brother Chui is part of Cloud Palace, fated to become a powerful cultivator of the world,” Ping Ching continued. “A capable man will have many women going after him, and I’m prepared to share him with his other wives if Brother Chui wishes to have many. I won’t blame or fault him, since the more capable a man is, the more he will get.

“Are you ready to join this war between women?” Ping Ching asked Lam Ming Sum in complete seriousness.

The teens heard a piece of good and bad news after having their dinner.

The good news was that Hung Leung’s eldest son, Hung Ching Yeung, woke up. The bad news was that there was an increasing number of casualties, and they had all been to the wet zone of the waterfall path.

Three cultivators had also passed away. All of them were three-chambered state cultivators – elites of Great Wisdom City, young cultivators less than fifty years old.

Cultivators who could break through to the three-chambered state before the age of thirty were the best amongst everyone, such as Chor Shing Chit. However, those that managed to do so before fifty were still considered great talents.

Most cultivators broke through to the three-chambered state at the age of sixty or seventy, and they had already reached their full potential and would not break through to the four-chambered state in their entire lives.

This meant that three potential four-chambered cultivators, the future of Great Wisdom City, just passed away without a clear reason.

The Ching Clan, Kung-Suen Clan, and To Clan were mourning for their loss. When Chui Yim and Kam Chin Kee rushed over, To Tsz Suet was crying like a baby, subconsciously leaning against Chui Yim to cry. Chui Yim wanted to push her away, but seeing how sad she was, he could not bear to do so.

The To Clan lost To Ching Seung. Seung meant frost, and Suet meant snow; the similarity in their names was because they were siblings. To Ching Seung was To Tsz Suet’s elder brother.

“I was there when he passed away.” A Wong Clan glipheon spoke up. He was wearing an ugly expression.

“Right before he passed on, To Ching Seung twitched violently, as if there was something in his body trying to burst out. His body turned red like fire as black poison took over all his meridians, and then his life ended.”

Ping San Yat was unhappy to hear this piece of news too. Southern Ping was known for medical skills, yet this odd illness they battled took lives away right under their eyes. Other than tarnishing their reputation, as doctors, they definitely felt sad to see patients passing away.

“Where’s Hung Ching Yeung? I want to see him.” Chui Yim stood up.