Night of the Broken Gliph

Every cultivator dodged the silhouette rapidly, as that was the best choice of all. All of them were smart enough to tell that it was the last attack of the Yellow Spring’s Lady in her life, which no doubt harboured enough energy to leave a four-chambered or hundred-gliphic cultivator with serious injuries that could lead to death. 

Moreover… Chui Yim was not a member of Southern Ping anyways.

Only a few present were sincerely worried for Chui Yim. Ping Chi, who controlled the elixir in the air, watched the scene with his eyes widening in horror. “No!!” He flicked another drop of his essence blood onto the elixir again. It would take months or even years for Ping Chi to recover from the loss of blood. 

Ping Chi’s face turned increasingly pale when the drop of blood landed on the elixir. But he gritted his teeth and continued his work. “Die!” 

The Southern Mountain moved slightly and closed down on Yellow Spring’s Lady once again. Boom!  She was crushed between both mountains as black gas flowed down her wounds, looking as if souls were escaping her body. A bloody scream rang out, but Yellow Spring’s Lady continued to glare at Chui Yim with abhorrence. 

The ghost-like silhouette dashed forward, reaching the Ping Clan estate in a blink of an eye! 

The Ping Clan cultivators exchanged glances and stepped away from Chui Yum, leaving only Chor Shing Chit, Bak Wun, and Ping Ching behind. 

“Mister! Hurry over!” A teenager yelled from afar, looking like a cat on hot bricks. Chui Yim was no stranger to him, as it was Ping Man Bun, the teenager who loathed him by all means for no reason.

However, Ping Ching who was currently disguised as a boy shook her head calmly. “Brother Chui is my guest whom I invited to the clan, how ashamed would I be if something bad happened to him?” 

The surrounding Ping Clan’s cultivators were horrified to hear this. They stopped backing out and rushed towards Chui Yim instead. 

They dare not take the risk. If this struck Mister Ping…

This was an attack capable of taking down a four-chambered glipher! 

The stone-faced Chor Shing Chit took two steps up, the aura on his body rising up as a black aura surrounded his body. However, this was different from the black gas from the Yellow Spring’s Lady. It was as thick as ink and imposing. 

That was Ink’s Will of the Chor Clan. 

The dragon head hidden beneath his shirt shot open its eyes shot again as it widened its jaws to let out a silent roar. 

Boom! 

The next moment, Chor Shing Chit planted his feet heavily into the ground. Black gas surrounds his muscular body! Some Ping Clan cultivators were stunned to see this. “It’s the Chor Clan’s shield gliphility, Ink’s Shield!” 

There were illusions of dragon claws on Chor Shing Chit arms, hovering over his hands that were covered by the gliph cover nicely. It was as if his hands and the dragon claw were the same. 

Boom!

The ghost-like silhouette stopped in the air while Chor Shing Chit flew out to the outer courtyard of the Ping Clan like a sandbag. All black gas around him dispersed, and he fainted after vomiting blood. It was unknown whether Chor Shing Chit survived the blow. 

After a short pause, the silhouette dashed down again. But this time around, there was only less than a second for Chui Yim to dodge. 

Bak Wun wore an ugly expression. He might be powerful too, but he was only in the one-chambered state after all, and death was the only possible outcome  if he did what Chor Shing Chit did. Bak Wun did not leave with Chui Yim too, as he knew this attack was formed by the Yellow Sping’s Lady resentment right before she died, thus the attack was aimed at Chui Yim directly. Unless Chui Yim was in the five-chambered state or thousand-gliphic state, he’d not be able to escape this attack. 

However, his ability was not what made Bak Wun powerful, but rather his knowledge. 

He turned into a white shadow and escaped at the last second! But at the same time, a crane’s cry rang across the entire Ping Clan. All birds and gliphic beasts flying across the skies of Southern Ping trembled and dropped to the ground as the sound solidified, crashing onto the silhouette. 

Boom! 

The silhouette dimmed down due to the sound attack. At the same time, Bak Wun’s calm voice rang across Chui Yim’s mind. “It’s a psychological attack. That’s all I can help with. If your life ends here, you are just proven to be not fated with the Cloud Palace.” 

Chui Yim looked at the silhouette that was hundreds of metres away from him and made a move. He gave Ping Ching a hit on her neck, which made all Ping Clan cultivators treat him as an enemy in a short second. But the next moment, he lifted her and threw her at Ping Man Bun. “It’s my trouble, let her stay out of it.” 

All Ping Clan cultivators were stunned by Chui Yim’s action. In fact, they were more ashamed than stunned. Chui Yim did not care about how the Ping Clan members looked at him with a complex look and looked up at the silhouette.

“Psychological attack, huh?” he mumbled to himself. 

Hismemories of Heaven’s Flame changed since the day he went to the Engrave Mountain Range flashed past his mind. The Heaven’s Flame in his body did not show any change, but Chui Yim was aware of its “awakening” and small movements. Other than sucking in his energliph greedily, everything it did was for the sake of protecting Chui Yim;  swallowing the Yellow Spring’s Lady Nine Hells of Chill, repelling the ghostly claw that could crush his heart…

Adding on to what Ping Chi said about Heaven’s Flame from the readings from ancient books, he somehow felt that Heaven’s Flame was just a glutton that ate everything in the world. 

Psychological Attack? 

Unknown where Chui Yim got his confidence from, he stood on the spot, opening his arm wide to welcome the attack. 

“Is he insane?” Some cultivators were greatly bewildered at Chui Yim’s action. Ping Man Bun glared at Chui Yim angrily with Ping Ching in his arms “He’s better dead! Then nobody will snatch Little Ching away from me!”

“Crazy boy.” Mo-Yung Yin only took a short glance at him before turning away. 

Ping Cheng Sau and Ping San Yat who were in the air could only watch the situation unfold without the ability to do anything. The attack was so fast that none of them could reach and try to stop it.  

And Ping Chi went insane. The suitable candidate to be his direct disciple had only appeared after so many years and yet he was going to die soon. Ping Chi made use of his greatest ability to make the illusionary mountain crush onto Yellow Spring’s Lady! Her bones were crushed, but she continued to laugh madly as if the person that was soon going to the underworld wasn’t her. Filled with abhorrence, she glared at Chui Yim, ready to watch how the grim reaper was going to take him away.