Night of the Broken Gliph

Hearing Ping San Yat, the teenager bowed and stepped back. However, Chui Yim was utterly confused when their eyes met.

I’ve never met this guy before, why is he looking at me like I stole his girlfriend? 

After the teenager stepped back, another elder stepped up. Unlike the teenager, Chui Yim recognised this elder; it was Old Chan whom he met in the morning. With a cold glare, Old Chan spoke, “Clan leader, please rethink your decision! He’s an outsider, and it’s better to kill someone by mistake than to risk the culprit escaping!” 

“What nonsense are you saying!” Before Ping San Yat or Ping Cheng Sau could reply, an angry voice rang out, and Old Chan was flung against the wall before he realised it. 

The Ping Clan members were about to yell and take action, but when they saw who it was, they only gulped and lowered their heads, staring at their feet as if there was a profound, magical gliph on the floor. 

With Old Chan’s status in the clan, it had been decades since anyone dared to beat him up. “Which damned idiot…” Boiling in anger, he turned around, cursing hard only to see an old man standing where he was earlier, glaring at him fiercely. 

“Go on! I dare you!” 

But nobody uttered a word. Because that old man was Ping Chi. 

Ping Chi was a special existence in the Ping Clan. Putting aside his medical contributions, as Ping San Yat, their clan leader’s master, he was respected by countless people in Southern Ping. He was also a hundred-gliphic gliphist, the best expert of alchemy and medicine in the Ping Clan. It could be said that he was responsible for more than half the clan’s foundation in alchemy and medicine. Ping San Yat’s status in the Ping Clan was nowhere close to Ping Chi’s. Ping Chi was respected for his selfless contributions to medicine and alchemy, while people respected Ping San Yat due to his background. 

“Why aren’t you letting him go?!” Ping Chi glared at Ping San Yat unhappily. 

Ping San Yat coughed and turned towards Ping Cheng Sau, who answered awkwardly. “Great master Ping Chi… He… No matter what, this boy is still a suspect.” 

“Are you crazy?” Ping Chi stepped forward and poked Ping Cheng Sau’s forehead. “Did you become retarded because I stopped scolding you these few years? Which part of ‘let him go’ did you not understand?” 

Ping Cheng Sau dared not reply. In the past, he was seriously injured while exploring a forbidden zone, and it was Ping Chi who saved him. Thus, Ping Cheng Sau acknowledged Ping Chi as his benefactor and even his second parent, heeding all his words. He didn’t even dare to retort despite being scolded in this manner. He stared at Ping San Yat, who made him speak in grief…

Under Ping Cheng Sau’s stare, Ping San Yat coughed as he spoke. “Master, please calm down…” 

“Calm down?” Ping Chi shouted like a gliphic beast whose tail was stepped on. “Do you know how hard it is to find a suitable successor, yet you’re telling me that he nearly died! I even heard that you are investigating him! How do you want me to calm down?” 

Hearing Ping Chi, the entire Ping Clan Hall turned rowdy. 

Descendant? This was a big difference. Many consulted Ping Chi with their queries, and he usually gave them advice selflessly. Many of them addressed him as their teacher or master, but none were his actual disciples. That was the relationship between Ping San Yat and Ping Chi too. Successors were direct disciples who would inherit all of Ping Chi’s knowledge. 

Successors had a higher status than normal disciples. Ping Chi was a great master in both alchemy and medicine; he had never taken a disciple in medicine, and yet he was naming this boy as his successor?!

“Hey, old man! Don’t speak nonsense! Who is your successor?” Chui Yim called out angrily. Who does he think he is? 

Everyone present was thrown off their feet! He was rejecting the offer to be Ping Chi’s descendant, something that everyone wanted? Give me the chance if you don’t want it! All of them stared at Chui Yim enviously while screaming internally. 

No matter how thick-skinned Ping Chi was, he was embarrassed by Chui Yim rejecting him, which led him to replying furiously. “Can’t you give me some face! Is it that bad to be my successor?!” 

“No way in hell!” Chui Yim huffed. 

“State your conditions!” Ping Chi laughed in a fury. 

“No conditions. It’s impossible!” 

Watching the old man argue with the boy, the Ping Clan members present were speechless. Just then, a weak figure walked in, holding the wall with difficulty. “Brother Chui isn’t the culprit. He saved my life.” 

It was Ping Ching. 

In the Mo-Yung Clan, Mo-Yung Yin sat on his chair, sipping his tea quietly. 

It wasn’t any ordinary tea; it was made of a superior gliphic plant: peaceful leaves. It was harvested from a danger zone in the North. The peaceful tea was a top-notch cultivation supplement that aided enlightenment. Next to Mo-Yung Yin was Mo-Yung Kit, drinking the same tea. 

Mo-Yung Kit was Mo-Yung Yin’s direct disciple! The long term consumption of peaceful tea helped enlighten him to make the hallucination elixir. With Mo-Yung Yin’s status, he had numerous people under him, and rare items like the peaceful tea were nothing special to him. 

“Master… That lowly kid with the surname Chui…” Mo-Yung Kit spoke, hatred washing over his face. 

But Mo-Yung Yun didn’t even spare him a look, taking another sip. “Calm down, calm down. You must understand this. As a doctor, you will be ruined if you can’t control your emotions.” 

“Your disciple understands.” Mo-Yung Kit looked up and took a deep breath. 

Mo-Yung Yin glanced at Mo-Yung Kit. He placed his cup down and only continued slowly after ensuring that Mo-Yung Yin had calmed down. “The Ping Clan is protecting that kid, we can’t do anything to him yet. But why care about what that kid says? He doubted our medicinal knowledge, but look at your master—I’m already a divine doctor. This is enough to prove him wrong.”

“Your disciple is at fault. His evil words won’t sway me!” Mo-Yung Kit looked down guiltily. 

“I’m glad you understand. Focus on the Outstanding Talent Competition.” Mo-Yung Yin nodded. Mo-Yung Kit turned serious at the mention of the competition. “For this competition, your master has paid a huge price. I’m confident in you, Ping Ching has yet to break through and isn’t as strong in alchemy as you, and nobody else in the younger generation can compare to you in medicine.” 

“I won’t let master down!” Mo-Yung Kit nodded and bowed. 

“This clan will be yours in the future… as well as all of Southern Ping.” Mo-Yung Yin smiled thinly. Mo-Yung kit looked up, his face red in excitement at the thought of him being the ruler of Southern Ping, together with all five clans! 

I, Mo-Yung Kit, will definitely win!