Night of the Broken Gliph

Mo-Yung Kit and all five clan leaders frowned upon hearing him, but it disappeared from Mo-Yung Kit’s face as he let out a soft laugh as if he had forgotten about how Chui Yim angered him back at the inn. Under Mo-Yung Yin’s counselling, he realised that he shouldn’t trust the words of a random vagrant over the skills passed down to him by his master.

The boy was likely just babbling nonsense. Moreover, who is he to challenge me? Mo-Yung Kit sneered. 

“Clan Leader Ping, may I know who this disciple is?” Smiling, Mo-Yung Yin asked. 

“Clan Leader Ping, Southern Ping’s Outstanding Talent Competition isn’t for just anyone to participate in. Only disciples of the five clans may participate.” Clan leader Cheung, Cheung San burst into laughter as he looked at Ping San Yat with ridicule. 

Ping San Yat looked calm, but he felt extremely complicated. He looked over to the Mo-Yung Clan, where all the disciples were on cloud nine. On the other hand, the other clans’ disciples were staring at Mo-Yung Kit fearfully and unconfidently. If not for Chui Yim, this would’ve been the end for the Ping Clan; the Mo-Yung Clan would already have become the leader of Southern Ping, with possession of the Southern Mountain Elixir. 

The sight of Pin Man Bun losing control disappointed Ping San Yat greatly. On the other hand, Chui Yim acted arrogantly, yet Ping San Yat could tell from his eyes that he was calm, and this calmness was borne by nothing but his self-confidence.

Since that’s the case, why not let him try? 

“He is the direct disciple of our clan’s elder, Great Master Ping Chi. He is taking part in this competition with this identity,” Ping Ching spoke slowly. 

As soon as he spoke, there was an uproar. Mo-Yung Yin might’ve been a famous Divine Doctor, but the most respectable doctor in this field was none other than Ping Chi who wrote countless medical books and his teachings spread throughout the world. His contributions in the field were so great that even Mo-Yung Yin had to address him as Great Master Ping. 

At the same time, he had impossibly high requirements for taking disciples. There were even rumours that Ping Chi rejected Mo-Yung Yin’s request to take him as a disciple, as Ping Chi only took disciples in alchemy, rather bringing his medicinal knowledge to the grave than pass it down to an unworthy disciple. How could anyone not be shocked to hear that this boy was Ping Chi’s direct disciple? All the doctors in this world would be stunned to hear about this! 

Hearing this, Mo-Yung Yin glared at Chui Yim coldly. The rumours were sadly true. 

He once had a debate on medicine with Ping Chi, and he was truly amazed by Ping Chi’s proficiency in this field, especially his powerful foundation and creative thinking. Mo-Yung Yin knew clearly that Ping Chi would’ve already become a Divine Doctor if not for his cultivation. 

Only Ping Chi’s cultivation was inadequate, not his skills or knowledge. Mo-Yung Yin was confident that he would’ve become a Divine Doctor at least five years earlier had Ping Chi accepted him as a disciple. 

But there was no point crying over spilt milk. Still, Mo-Yung Yin couldn’t help but glare at Chui Yim. “Clan Leader Ping, are you sure? If this boy turns out to be incapable, you’ll only be shaming Great Master Ping and his reputation.” 

“Thank you for your concern, but I’m confident in that kid.” Just then, an old voice rang out. A figure appeared on stage, the five clan leaders standing up respectfully as he arrived. 

“Great Master Ping.” 

This old man had such a great status that even all five clan leaders had to bow to him. It was none other than Ping Chi, the famous doctor whose books had raised and taught countless doctors.

“No need to be so formal.” He waved his hands. “I’m just here to watch that boy.” 

Ping San Yat immediately left his seat for Ping Chi, standing behind him instead. As his disciple, this was the basic respect for one’s master. 

Mo-Yung Kit glared at Chui Yim coldly. What did this lowly kid do to make Great Master Ping Chi take him as a disciple? Whatever, he’s still nothing compared to me. I’m the best doctor of my generation! 

The crowd couldn’t wait to watch their competition. A Divine Doctor’s disciple will be going against Doctor Odd’s disciple? Witnessing this will allow me to brag for ages! 

“Such an interesting boy,” the teen in white said smilingly. “He’s the disciple of the Great Master Ping who has never taken a true disciple! Shadow, pass the invitation to whoever wins this round.” 

“Yes, Young Master.” Shadow bowed respectfully. 

“Since that’s the case, I’m fine with it.” Mo-Yung Yin smiled thinly, plastering a calm look on his face. Nobody could discern his dissatisfaction anymore. “I shall have my disciple challenge Great Master Ping’s disciple. 

“Get ready, my disciple.” 

“Yes, master.” Mo-Yung Kit bowed towards Mo-Yung Yin respectfully. 

Mo-Yung Kit walked down the stage. He didn’t spare Chui Yim even a glance, acting as if it didn’t bother him. However, Chui Yim was staring at him weirdly. 

“Brother Mo-Yung, are you all right? I thought you almost went insane the previous time, seeing how you were screaming, ‘Mistake? My knowledge in medicine was a mistake?’” 

Mo-Yung Kit’s mouth twitched slightly. He took a deep breath and mumbled to himself, “Ignore him, he’s just trying to distract you. Ignore him…” 

Ping San Yat raised his hands, and balls of light flew up once more.

Both Mo-Yung Kit and Chui Yim were calm, as it was a competition between just them. All the other disciples were frightened by Mo-Yung Kit’s ability. Moreover, this was a competition between a Divine Doctor’s disciple and Doctor Odd’s disciple. None of them were qualified to compete against them. 

The balls of light finally came to a stop as one landed on the ground, between them. “A Slash” were the only words written on the paper. 

“The second round of the third segment: A Slash. Bring the puppets.” Ping San Yat announced. 

Two puppets were brought up, while Chui Yim had a weird expression at their sight. “Hold on!” 

“What’s the matter?” Ping San Yat frowned. What is this boy planning? 

“Who came up with the question? And who will be inserting energliph into the puppet to imitate the injury?” Chui Yim asked so loudly that even Ping Chi was embarrassed. 

“The question wasn’t set by any of the five clans, so not even we are aware of it. There’s no way to cheat, just shut up! Just do the test well and stop embarrassing me!” Ping Chi shouted back.

Chui Yim let out a huff. He knew better than to quarrel with Ping Chi in public, thus he only cursed in his heart. Hmph! You’ll get it from me later!