Night of the Broken Gliph

Chapter 197

The blue light brought along chilliness that did not belong to the South. The extreme chilliness belonged to the North Pole, as well as the style Suet Fuk Sing cultivated, Absolute Cold style, a grade four style which was rarely found even in the North.

Considering how harsh the Northerns predatory culture was and the lack of a proper system for cultivation, the fact that the Snow Fall Tribe could survive for a hundred years and even possess grade four styles proved their greatness. 

The Absolute Cold style was a powerful grade four style that required the cultivator to be in a chilly environment for the first few years of his cultivation career. Chilliness would seep into his body and produce a strand of absolute chill that the cultivator would then need to fuse with his energliph. Afterwards, the cultivator would turn all his energliph into the chill-attributed energliph required for this style. 

Chill attributed energliph gave huge boost to the cultivator when a same attribute gliph was tattooed or drawn. It worked like Wong Kwans Snowy Wind style , just of a higher level and stronger ability. 

Suet Fuk Sing was all pale, but the excitment on his face was evident. Very soon, the light on his palm dispersed. He walked towards Mister Cheuk with his right hand on his chest and did a ninety degree bow. Thank you Mister Cheuk for the knowledge you taught me. 

Northerners in the class could identify that this was the grandest etiquette of their culture.  

Its your own enlightenment. All I gave you were tips.  

This made all students present looked at Mister Cheuk with an even fanatic look. It was just a tip, yet a gliphist who had yet to break through the innate chamber could activate his energliph after hearing it. Of course, it was partly because of Suet Fuk Sings talent, but Mister Cheuk undeniably played a part in it. 

However, this wasnt all. Suet Fuk Sing proceeded to kneel to the ground, lowering his arrogant Northern self-esteem till his forehead was only a few centimetres away from the ground.

Please take me in as a disciple, Mister Cheuk, he said, steadily and calmly.

Wow!  

Sneaky!  

Me too! Mister Cheuk! Take me in as a disciple!  

Commotion rang out across the class as numerous gliphist and gliphers dashed forward to kneel down in front of Mister Cheuk. Most of them were from the North, where they cultivated through non-standardised means like reading scrolls or secret books. To them, they were in need of a powerful master who could guide and teach them well. 

Mister Cheuk was obviously someone who fit the criteria well.  

But in the end, it was still the minority who kneeled down. Southerners who made up the majority of the class watched the scene with disdain. As disciples to well-known institutions or backgrounds, they had plenty of resources, including scrolls, gliphility, gliphs and everything else they needed. Mister Cheuk might be an outstanding cultivator, but not enough to make them kneel for him to take them in.  

The class ended with Mister Cheuk escaping in a sorry figure. 

Chui Yim stared at Kam Chin Kee at a loss of words. He realised that the boy always left him speechless, but the way he wore a smile on his face made it difficult for him to get mad. I say, why are you following me again? Get lost, Chui Yim said like he was chasing away an annoying fly.  

Im waiting for brother Chui to change his mind! Kam Chin Kee replied with a sweet smile on his face. Its not easy to find a good tenant like me.  

Then do you have money, tenant? Chui Yim rolled his eyes in disdain.  

Erm Not now. But I will in the future!  

Then come to me when you have it! Chui Yim huffed and took a big step forward. Suddenly, he was greeted by a few people.   

Chui Yims residence was near the Cloud Palace outer sect, yet it was at a relatively deserted area as both the residence and Cloud Palace outer sect were located in a remote part of South Imperial City. Somehow, Chui Yim found the strangers familiar. 

Youre finally here. The boy with the surname of Chui.  

The figures wore black sleeveless tops that gave them a refreshing look. However, each of them put on a poker face, which made them seem like puppets. Chui Yim finally remembered that they were from the Chor Clan. The same emotionless look that Chor Shing Chit wears on his face, the symbol of Chor Clan. 

Yo, Chor boys looking for me? Chui Yim greeted them unassumingly but was retorted fiercely.  

How dare you address the prestigious Young Master Chor, Clan Leader Chors son in this manner? The person flushed red in anger.  

Oops. Hes an enemy. Kam Chin Kee who kept bugging Chui Yim blinked his eyes.  

Chor Kwong Laan was greatly angered by how shameless Chui Yim was. How can such trash with no background or whatsoever enter the Cloud Palace outer sect and be on par with me?

Chor Kwong Laan took a deep breath and turned to Chui Yim cooly. Leave the Cloud Palace outer sect, swear to never have any connection with the young master and Ill let you go. 

Let me go? Or what are you going to do? Chui Yim asked angrily. Beat me up or kill me?  

The youth next to Chor Kwong Laan smiled evilly. Of course we dare not. Who would dare to take your life at the South Imperial City, brother Chui? Youre the centre of attention lately. But, we can still destroy your innate chamber. 

Hearing him, Kam Chin Kee retracted his smile. He could feel the murderous intention, and knew that the youth meant his word.  

The youth was Chor Fung, the Chor Clan disciple that always went against Chor Kwong Laan. He was the second of his generation, coming just after Chor Kwong Laan. Sadly, the Chor Clan only had one quota, so he lost the chance to get into the Cloud Palace outer sect, which made him loathe Chui Yim. Why can such a lowly person enter the Cloud Palace outer sect just because he is friends with Young Master Chor, but not me? 

He was way more sneaky and scheming compared to Chor Kwong Laan.  

Brother Chui, do you need help? Kam Chin Kee whispered.  

What help? Do you think they really dare to make a move? Chui Yim huffed.

Kam Chin Kee was taken aback by Chui Yims words. It made him question the intention he felt. He couldnt feel it? If he could, hed know that the other party meant his words. 

Do we dare? Chor Fung laughed out of anger and turned to the other Chor Clan disciples next to him. Do it!  

What the hell! They meant what they said! Stop them, Kam boy! Chui Yim shrieked and scuttered off. But it did not take him long to realise that Kam Chin Kee was following him.

Didnt you ask if I needed help? he asked angrily. 

Chui Yims words similarly angered Kam Chin Kee. Its just out of courtesy. How would I know that you sucked so bad!  

The both of them dashed forward in sorry figures whereas Chor Kwong Laan, Chor Fung and other Chor Clan youths chased after them. Compared to the gliphers who have broken through their innate chamber, Chui Yim and Kam Chin Kee were rather slow. 

You cant escape!  

Chor Fungs evil laughter made Chor Kwong Laans heart skip a beat.  

Hes a madman! But when he regained his senses, a black item appeared in front of him.