Night of the Broken Gliph

Falling ill was an infrequent occurrence for cultivators because they followed a path against the natural order.

Lam Ming Sum rarely cultivated seriously, but she still managed to break through the innate wind chamber and ultimately became a single-gliphic gliphist. As such, she shouldn’t be prone to falling ill.

Chui Yim checked on her personally, and he realised that she indeed had caught the flu.

Lam Ming Sum’s weak physique might be due to the lack of cultivation practice as she spent most of her time on culinary arts.

The trio mostly travelled by air using the Floating Cloud gliph, but it was unsuitable for Lam Ming Sum who had fallen ill. However, they would be late if they used any other method.

As Cloud Palace itinerants, every action of theirs represented their institution, and it would tarnish Cloud Palace’s reputation if they failed to keep the appointment.

“Don’t rush over immediately after Ming Sum wakes up,” Chui Yim reminded Kam Chin Kee fiercely. “Bring her to the Heavenly Silver Waterfall to cultivate her body first; it would be a joke if the world learned that our assistant caught the flu!”

With that, Chui Yim passed Kam Chin Kee a bottle.

“Is this the Yim Blood Pill?” Kam Chin Kee burst out laughing.

During the incident, Chui Yim created the improved version of the Blood Purification Pull with his own blood to cure the patients, which contained essence that held the energy of the Heaven’s Flame. The young cultivators who took the pill realised that they improved greatly, by thirty percent at least, and their bodies were perfectly cultivated under the waterfall.

Their meridians had also become stronger. In short, their overall ability skyrocketed!

Thus, they started calling it the Yim Blood Pill because it was refined with Chui Yim’s blood.

“I’ll leave early morning tomorrow,” Chui Yim said, looking at the sky.

The next day, Chui Yim checked up on Lam Ming Sum first. She was fine except for a high fever.

Chui Yim prepared medicine and instructed Kam Chin Kee to keep it warm until Lam Ming Sum woke up. “Why did I never realise you were so motherly before?” Kam Chin Kee shook his head.

“She’s my younger sister, am I not supposed to show any care?” Chui Yim glared at him.

Younger sister? Kam Chin Kee laughed and stopped teasing him. “Get going, we will catch up soon.”

“I’ll wait for you guys at Hidden Vanguard City, and then we shall head to the North.” Chui Yim nodded.

“Mhmm.” Kam Chin Kee patted Chui Yim’s shoulder. “Watch your back while I’m not around because there’s nobody else to do it for you.”

“Hurry up, then.” Chui Yim huffed.

Chui Yim headed to the Hung Mansion to bid Hung Siu, who had taught him well during this period, goodbye.

He then headed for the lonely peak of the Heavenly Silver Waterfall.

A person was waiting for him on the peak that was slightly covered with snow.

“You’re here.” The person turned around. He now had a messy moustache and looked sick and ten years older than his actual age. The person was no longer as youthful or arrogant as before.

Chui Yim did not reply, as he knew that the person was waiting for his arrival.

“Just as my great uncle mentioned, no matter if we are willing or not, the city owes you, and I owe you my life.”

This was Hung Ching Sun. He was currently in a dishevelled state but brimming with energliph, and his body was similarly in the best state because he broke through to become a three-chambered glipher.

“I’m very sorry about your brother.” Chui Yim shook his head. “If not for him, we would have never made it in time to save the rest of you. Even if we managed to find the cure, all of you might have already been in heaven, and it would have been meaningless.”

Hung Ching Sun was speechless. The scene of Hung Ching Yeung smiling to him apologetically before he left made his heart clench.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yep, for Hidden Vanguard City.”

“Okay, I’ll help take care of Kam Chin Kee and Lam Ming Sum.”

“Thank you.”

“There’s no need.”

Hung Ching Sun turned to look at the scenery below the waterfall. “However, this does not mean that I concede defeat. I will defeat the both of you one day, because I’m not just me anymore, but one with my brother now. So if I defeat the both of you, it means that my brother was able to do so too.”

Surprisingly, Chui Yim did not argue with him. Of course, he wouldn’t argue with someone who just lost a loved one.

“Have a safe trip and remember what Great Uncle said – Great Wisdom City will always have your back.

“Not because of Cloud Palace, but because of you.”

As if losing interest in speaking, Hung Ching Sun sat at the edge, looking down at the scenery silently.

Chui Yim did not answer him. Hung Ching Yeung was undoubtedly an expert; he was just as talented as his Cloud Palace seniors. The death of such a talent could only be considered as the heavens being jealous.

He walked to the cliff edge and took a step forward. A fiery red cloud caught him, preventing him from falling down the waterfall.

“Goodbye,” Chui Yim said and rode the fiery red cloud into the horizon. Among the light snow, his floating cloud was very eye-catching.

Kam Chin Kee was feeding Lam Ming Sum medication in the small hut when they saw the red shadow blaze through the air.

“Brother Chin Kee, did I become a burden again?” As pale as a sheet of paper, Lam Ming Sum asked with guilt.

“What are you talking about?” Kam Chin Kee laughed. “If you’re feeling guilty, start cultivating more. Even if you’re just an assistant, you need to be able to defend yourself. Look at Second Senior Sister’s assistant, Woo Nim.”

“But I dislike cultivating!” Lam Ming Sum pouted.

“You don’t have a choice this time. Chui Yim made it clear that you will be heading into the Heavenly Silver Waterfall to cultivate, or else he’s going to get mad at us.” Kam Chin Kee chuckled.

It was still snowing lightly at night.

Under the moonlight's radiance, the silver light shimmered, dazzling the eyes.

A figure walked and seemed to halt the surrounding moonlight with his steps.

He was barefooted, with his pants rolled to his ankles. There were two people following behind this teenager.

One of them was similarly a teenager, but he wore no emotion on his face; he was bald and looked just like a puppet. The other person was a middle-aged man with a wide smile on his face as always. “Sacred son, where are we going now?”

The leading teen was naturally Siu Fu. He looked up at the moon, and deep in his eyes, there was another crescent moon that overlapped it, forming numerous fine lines that were hard to catch, like it was being concealed with fog and could disperse at any moment.

After some time, Siu Fu’s orbs returned to normal, but beads of sweat could be seen trickling down his forehead.

“Let’s head South. I’m still lacking a good weapon.”The bald teenager behind him was shocked. “Is Lifeless not enough?”

“Lifeless is one of my trump cards, not something to be used for regular combat.” Siu Fu took a glance at him.