Night of the Broken Gliph

Within the blink of an eye, the duo reached the peak.

The peak was no longer bustling with activity like during the Silver Waterfall Festival; there were currently only about twenty people on the peak, mostly donned in waterfall attendant uniforms, except for two. Both men were standing at the edge, watching the waterfall cascade down. The arrival of Kam Chin Kee and Chui Yim shocked them.

One of them even frowned at the sight of them.

Hung Kwan, not a direct descendant of the Hung Clan but very closely related. Naturally, he disliked Kam Chin Kee, who got the waterfall’s treasure.

Hung Kwan did not bother to welcome the teens as he waved his sleeve, leaving for another side of the peak and shutting his eyes.

As the saying goes, out of sight, out of mind.

The other man immediately came over to welcome them with a smile. “The teachers are indeed geniuses, going into seclusion for only a few days.”

This was none other than Wai Chung Yin. What he said was the reason the waterfall attendants were shocked to see the teens, as normally most cultivators spent a long period of time in the waterfall – at least half a month but up to several years, just like Hung Ching Sun who spent three years in the waterfall.

On the other hand, Chui Yim and Kam Chin Kee, who ended their seclusion shortly after a few days, was a rare scene to see.

It left the teens mesmerised at the wonders of nature.

“Something seems to be off…” Frowning, Kam Chin Kee spoke. “With the waterfall.”

“Off?” Wai Chung Yin was taken aback. “What's wrong with it?”

“Hmm… It's hard to put it into words, but it just felt weird,” Kam Chin Kee replied after a pause, trying his best to clearly explain the situation. “Brother Wai, I suggest we get everyone to evacuate from the waterfall before we understand what's going on.”

Wai Chung Yin laughed, but before he could say anything, Hung Kwan cut him off with a sneer.

The teens might have been out of his sight, but his ears were still functioning well, and Kam Chin Kee's arrogant comment angered him greatly.

“Who the hell do you think you are? Do you know what's going on below the waterfall? The cultivators are cultivating and achieving enlightenment. Calling them out as you like will disturb their process, which is a big taboo. Didn't Cloud Palace teach you this?”

“It was just a suggestion.” Kam Chin Kee took this matter calmly. “There's nothing I can do if you wish to not heed it. Just don't say I didn’t warn you when the time comes.”

“Arrogant! Extremely arrogant!” Hung Kwan snorted loudly.

Just then, Chui Yim stepped up. With Kam Chin Kee's character, going against others head-on wasn't what he was best at. But that was exactly what Chui Yim was good at.

“I believe in my brother, and I will take matters into my own hands if you aren’t going to call the cultivators out.”

Hung Kwan was startled, but he laughed in anger as he felt the energliph movement from Chui Yim, proving that the teen was indeed planning to wake the cultivators up.

Fuming with anger, Hung Kwan activated his energliph too. “How dare you!? Don't think I dare not take your life just because you are from Cloud Palace! This is Great Wisdom City, and even dragons have to bow down to me here!”

His energliph movement did not bother Kam Chin Kee and Chui Yim. As Cloud Palace disciples, they had seen more than this; Hung Kwan's energliph movement was nothing compared to their second senior sister's terrifying dance style.

“If that's the case, I suggest you kill us in a single move. If not… the battle will wake the cultivators up anyway.” Chui Yim shrugged, putting his message of “I'll wake them up no matter which way, so it's up to you” out there clearly.

Hung Kwan was greatly annoyed, yet he dared not really fight Chui Yim. The rumors might no longer be heard around the world, but the Hung Clan with its great history was well aware of the consequences that came with attacking a Cloud Palace disciple. Let alone the Hung Clan, maybe even the entire Great Wisdom City would disappear from this world if Hung Kwan really did so.

Wai Chung Yin stood at the edge of the peak, enjoying the scenery.

Suddenly, he called for Chui Yim. “Seventh teacher.”

“Yes?” Chui Yim ignored Hung Kwan and turned to Wai Chung Yin.

“Do you remember that I said I'd like to challenge the seventh teacher someday?”

Chui Yim was taken aback, but Kam Chin Kee immediately felt that something was off hearing these words.

Wai Chung Yin turned to Chui Yim suddenly with a weird smile on his face. “And today is that day. Seventh teacher, I'm officially challenging you…”

“With this.”

Bang—

For those who knew what an exploding watermelon looked like, they might be surprised to learn that watermelons and human heads were very similar. The only difference was the strong metallic smell of blood.

Wai Chung Yin was still wearing a weird smile as he faced Chui Yim right before his head burst open the next second. His body then fell weakly down the cliff.

Thud thud thud thud…

The surrounding waterfall attendants were expressionless at the sight of this incident, save for the similar odd smile on their faces, before their heads exploded just like Wai Chung Yin and they lost their lives.

The surrounding air became hard to breathe.

There was no gliphism or magic involved, just pure horror and strangeness.

Hung Kwan's energliph movement dispersed after witnessing this weird scene; the crowd that was still chatting a minute ago lost their lives together the next moment. Hung Kwan was still in great shock and could not process the situation.

“The water.” Kam Chin Kee spoke up suddenly. Even Chui Yim was so shocked that he was left stunned; only Kam Chin Kee, who had witnessed many bloody scenes in the past, was able to take it calmly. He came to the spot where Wai Chun Yin was standing before his death, looking down at the waterfall.

He took a step out without hesitation, but he didn’t fall because there was a cloud to catch him; none other than the famous gliph of Cloud Palace, Floating Cloud. Kam Chin Kee flew forward to look at the silver waterfall more closely.

But it was no longer silver; it was being dyed red slowly from where Wai Chung Yin's corpse landed as if there was a crimson brush painting the waterfall.

It did not take long for the waterfall to turn a bloody red colour.

Completely serious, Kam Chin Kee flew back to the peak to see Hung Kwan still greatly stunned. “Why are you still just standing there!? Go inform whoever you’re supposed to!”

With that, Hung Kwan ran down the mountains.

Hung Kwan could not be blamed. He was just a four-chambered glipher that once served on the Bloody War Frontier to take the lives of many Northerners. What was he supposed to do about a group suicide?

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