Night of the Broken Gliph

The middle-aged man side-eyed the bald teenager unhappily. “As a follower, you should head all of the Sacred Son’s orders without question.”

“There’s no need.” Siu Fu raised his hands. “The ability to think for yourself is good. I need someone like Ling Fei to unconditionally support me, as well as a blade like you.”

The bald teenager stared at him indifferently. However, this did not affect Siu Fu, who continued, “Even if you’re unwilling, you’re now officially a member of necrogliphism since you have survived the gliph grafting.

“I gave you the power you need. From now on, it’s all up to you.

“I’m not planning to care for you like a kid.”

“I don’t need you to,” the bald teen replied.

“That’s good.” Siu Fu took a glance at him. “Go travel the world and become stronger, but remember I, Siu Fu, own your life.

“I can give you everything with a snap of the fingers, and I can take it back similarly.”

The bald teenager turned around and started traveling north. He did not intend to return to the South as from that fateful day onwards, he was no longer the little monk that only knew how to cultivate and read scripture.

Chui Yim travelled amongst the clouds while enjoying wine. Everything looked tiny from his point of view, which was an enjoyable experience for Chui Yim.

He never had the chance to experience flying in his first life, and he took pleasure in it now. He loved having wine while flying; it was the best thing in life.

Looking at the colour of the skies and feeling his energliph depleting, Chui Yim landed slowly. Because of his cultivation, he could not fly for a long time. When this happened, he would find a place to stay overnight.

He came across a small cave that had huge rocks and piles of withered branches.

Chui Yim waved his hands and lit up a fire that dispersed the smell in the cave. He then found other withered branches and started barbecuing a bird.

“Hurry up! Hurry up!”

A carriage was speeding along, driven by an elderly man who appeared to be in his sixties or seventies. His hair, streaked frost white, reflected the light falling snow around him. He turned around anxiously from time to time, yet there seemed to be nothing chasing him.

“Daddy, what’s wrong?” A voice cried out from the carriage.

“Don’t worry, Daddy’s here.” The man comforted the kid.

“Okay! Daddy, I’m tired.”

“My good boy, go to sleep. We’ll be home once you wake up.”

“Okay!”

Whoosh whoosh… Just then, the sound of wind being cut through came from behind.

The elderly man grew increasingly anxious and desperately whipped the mount in front of him. The mount was just an ordinary hardy horse, thus it was unable to keep up with the intensity and was already foaming at its mouth. However, having been with the man for many years, it knew that they had come across danger and thus it tried its best.

But they were in a desolate place; where could they escape to?

The sight of a lit-up cave gave the man hope as he knew that the person in the cave must be a capable cultivator. No cultivator would be around such a place if he was not capable.

Now, many figures were dashing behind him.

“Miss, the cave in front is lit up.”

The female that the person addressed as Miss sneered. “Hmph, how dare he keep a treasure to himself and not gift it to our clan?” The female was in her prime age.

“I will have to ask Brother Cheung to take action.” She turned to the youth next to her with a coy smile.

Brother Cheung returned a confident smile. “Don’t worry, Miss Chung, my father sent me here this time to take care of Miss.”

Brother Cheung took out a huge bow from his back, too large for it to be an ordinary bow. The moment he got hold of the bow, the young man’s aura surged as he aimed for the carriage in front of them.

Horror took over the carriage driver’s face. As a one-chambered glipher, he naturally felt the terrifying aura behind him!

Buzz… The moment the youth shot his arrow, many air bubbles burst. It pierced through the air, leaving only a scary cloud of energy in its wake.

The arrow tore the old man’s right shoulder, creating a very serious wound. It seemed more like somebody hammered his shoulder rather than being shot by an arrow.

The arrow didn’t stop either, continuing through to the hardy horse’s head and plunging into the snow.

Miss Chung looked towards the front and clapped her hands happily. “They were right when they said that Brother Cheung is the best archer around.”

Hearing this, Cheung Yim Wang smiled gently and looked at Miss Chung with admiration. On the other hand, Miss Chung – Chung Jung Sin – was the prettiest girl in Heaven's Pillar City as well as the young miss of the Chung Clan, a clan of gliphists. Not only was she talented, she was also extremely beautiful, the dream girl of all the young talents in the city.

Cheung Yim Wang had the chance to go after the old man with her because his father paid a visit to Chung Jung Sin’s father, Chung Kin Shing, at their clan. Naturally, he would seize the chance to do so.

Enduring the striking pain both physically and mentally, he was heartbroken to see the horse he had raised for years die a terrible death, but he couldn’t care about that now.

Come after me! Come after me! the old man yelled in his heart and kept looking behind him. Indeed, the figures were chasing after him and did not pay any attention to the carriage on the ground.

“Save me, immortal! Save my life!” the old man yelled as he sprinted towards the cave. However, he was only in the one-chambered state and had a serious injury. He was losing way too much blood, losing his consciousness slowly and depending solely on his determination and courage.

How could he manage to outrun those going after him?

Huff…

Another arrow shot him in his left ankle, breaking it. He fell to the ground, his blood splattering onto his surroundings just like pretty red flowers blooming amidst the snow.

“Stop screaming, you old goat.” Chung Jung Sin snorted and looked down at him. “I'll spare your life if you hand me that thing.”

The old man laughed, blood spraying from his mouth as he did. “Dream on.”

“In that case, you shall die.” Cheung Yim Wang watched him coldly. He stepped on the man's left hand, breaking his finger.

The old man's bloody scream rang throughout the entire area.

“Don't waste our time, search him.” Chung Jung Sin ordered the servants behind her, but the next second, the old man grabbed her left ankle

“How dare you touch my body!?” Chung Jung Sin screamed. This angered Cheung Yim Wang, who kicked the man in the chest, shattering his ribs.

The man flew into the air from the kick, but he was caught by a red figure, who placed him gently on the snow.