Night of the Broken Gliph

Siu Fu immediately identified that the ivory white chair was made of a beast’s skeleton. 

But… which beast has such a monstrous frame? 

This was the first time he actually felt suppressed ever since he entered the tower, and the chair was the culprit. It frightened him as if he was facing a living monster instead of a chair. 

“Step back, Ling Fei and Law Sum.” The man sitting on the chair waved his hands. 

Ling Fei and Law Sum bowed respectfully and stepped down immediately, leaving Siu Fu alone with the man. 

The man didn’t exert any pressure on Siu Fu, but it became increasingly suffocating for Siu Fu as he stood there. The man could be described as mighty, but the chair he was sitting on made Siu Fu feel like he was facing a dangerous opponent. 

“Indeed the Bloodstained Hill’s Sacred Icon,” the man boomed. He waved his hands as the suppressing aura vanished, allowing Siu Fu to breathe normally. 

“This throne was made with the remains and teeth of a grade five gliphic beast, the Asura Devil Elephant. It’s born naturally with an Asura’s might that helps our tribe members cultivate,” the man said as he threw an item towards Siu Fu, who was still kneeling and catching his breath. “From today onwards, you are the Sacred Son of our religion. You can freely enter the treasure pavilion on the third floor and the Cultivation Style Pavillion on the fourth floor. Remember, from today onwards, there isn’t a need for you to bow. 

“As the Sacred Son of our religion, even heaven and earth isn’t worthy of making you bow.” 

Siu Fu caught his breath as he felt the flat, long stone slab. 

It was jet black with a black gas surrounding it with the word “Sacred” carved in the middle with gold ink. Suddenly, a black aura gushed out of the slab and seeped into Siu Fu’s orifices. Siu Fu immediately saw various images in his brain: the history of necrogliphism, as well as its cultivation method. 

However, only bits and pieces of history were left. A thunderstorm under a molten silver sky, quenching the earth wrapped in black. A black figure looked up to the skies, screaming as he held someone in his arms. 

On the other hand, the method of cultivating necrogliphism was very detailed. Siu Fu learnt that only someone with an innate heart chamber would be able to cultivate necrogliphism, which amounted to only ten per cent of all cultivators in this world. 

“Rob a cultivator’s vitality and drink his blood. Insert the dead’s soul into one’s chamber for your use. This is necrogliphism!” 

A god-like figure from Siu Fu’s past life came to his mind. He remembered how an angry growl from him could make someone bleed from his eyes, mouth, ears and nose and lose his vitality. Not only so, but Siu Fu also knew that the figure wasn’t some 2D game character but an actual being. 

His eyes shot open angrily. 

I don’t want to feel so helpless again! I’m going to defy the heavens this time! 

Winter arrived. 

But it didn’t affect the Four Seasons Mountain much, like how the Blazing Skies Mountain didn’t experience winter year-round; each peak of the Four Seasons Mountain experienced a different season. 

On Four Seasons Mountain, the Summer Peak, a youth sat on a tree with a pear in his mouth, enjoying the life of a rich kid. He had no idea how he was reborn into this life, but investigating why wasn’t very important to him. 

I will live my life well since I was reborn. Moreover, this is such an interesting world! The weird gliphism improved my spearmanship too! Oh, and my useless disciple… I wonder how the world has become… As well as the game… 

Did they succeed? Or have they perished? 

“So what? I’m not in that world anymore.” He laughed as he shook his thoughts away. 

Whoosh! Out of the blue, he heard a noise. The youth threw his pear behind him immediately. 

Puk! 

His pear collided with a stone midair, falling to the ground. He was praised by a man in return. “Great reflexes.” 

“You old pervert! I can’t even take a break in peace!” the youth shouted, forgetting that he was similarly strict towards his disciple in his past life.

“Break? You don’t have time for that. It will be the Cloud Palace’s enrollment a year later! You need to hurry up and improve, so you can participate.” The man was none other than the youth’s father, Yeung Ha. 

Yes, the youth was Yeung Tin Hun. 

“Wow, even this old dude bows down to the Cloud Palace… Tsk tsk…” Yeung Tin Hun snickered. 

Despite their constant bickering and not addressing Yeung Ha as his father, Yeung Tin Hun did view Yeung Ha as his father. He knew that the five-chambered glipher was one of the most powerful gliphers in the world. Yet he respects the Cloud Palace so much? 

“Hey, don’t belittle the famous Cloud Palace; it’s said to be the origin of all gliphs. I once challenged them before I became a five-chambered cultivator!” 

Outsiders would be utterly shocked to hear that the Sect Leader of Four Seasons Mountain once left to the South to challenge the Cloud Palace! 

Even Yeung Tin Hun was listening intently. “And?” 

“And?” Yeung Ha laughed bitterly. “A cultivator who looked very young came to fight me and chased me out of the South. Only later on did I discover that he was the Cloud Palace’s Great Teacher. He was one mysterious cultivator. He looked like he was only in the four-chambered stage, but even now as a five-chambered glipher, I’m not confident in beating him.

“But of course, don’t challenge them for nothing. They don’t care about worldly affairs and won’t find trouble with others. That’s why I’m going to send my son to their enrollment! So you can reject them when they accept you! Hahaha! My Four Seasons Mountain is better than the Cloud Palace!” Excitement washed over Yeung Ha’s face. 

“Crazy bastard.” Yeung Tin Hun stared at his father disdainfully. “It’s your problem that you lost. Don’t use me to take revenge.” 

But Yeung Tin Hun’s rude comment couldn’t shake Yeung Ha as he was already immune to them. “Your fourth uncle has already set off to the South to prepare everything for you! A year later, when you leave for their enrollment exam, you’ll be under his care there…”

At the same time, Yeung Tin Hun wore a weird expression as he waved to the man behind Yeung Ha. “Fourth Uncle!” 

Whoosh! 

A chilly wind was felt, and a figure who felt like he had come from a land of snow walked towards them. He looked cold, but a smile thawed on his face when he saw Yeung Tin Hun. “Such a good boy, Little Hun.” 

Yeung Ha was dumbfounded. “Brother, why are you here? Didn’t you leave for the South yesterday?” 

The cold man was none other than one of the three vice sect leaders, leader of the Winter Peak leader, Yeung Tung. 

Yeung Tung didn’t know if he should laugh or cry right now. “Yesterday, elder brother came with a fake sect leader order. He should have reached the South through the teleportation gliph formation by now.” 

“Elder brother!?” Both Yeung Ha and his son were stupefied.