At the gate of Night Lion City, Tse Yu Bak came to send Chui Yim off.
It was normal for a big man like Tse Chun to not turn up, but with the presence of Tse Yu Bak’, the current successor of the Tse Clan, it symbolised the Tse Clan’s respect for Chui Yim.
“Brother Chui, I heard that you’ll be heading to the South Imperial City to participate in Cloud Palace’s enrollment in two years?”
“Yeah.” Chui Yim patted his bald head, laughing wholeheartedly with his kiddish voice. “I heard that the event is dope, so I’ll try it out for fun.”
Tse Yu Bak was left speechless. Oh brother… What does he think the Cloud Palace is? A place that countless geniuses try to get into, but he’s saying that he’ll enroll for fun…
“I believe with brother Chui’s aptitude, you’ll definitely make it. I’ll be in South Imperial City two years later to witness your excellence performance.”
“Okay! See you in two years!”
“See you then!”
Tse Yu Bak watched the black dot afar disappear slowly from his sight with a complicated look. He had only known Chui Yim for a few, short months yet his world was turned upside down all thanks to Chui Yim and the mystic fate that brought Chui Yim to the Lion Dance Inn, the place where they met. Now, Tse Yu Bak was no longer trash, but a genius again.
Two years later…?
“Let’s go.”
“Young master, it’s late. Do you want dinner?”
“No, I’m going into seclusion. I’ll be heading to South Imperial City two years later as brother Chui’s support. He’ll be laughed at if I’m too weak.”
“Young master, us, the Tse Clan, will never be a joke to others.”
“I meant brother Chui! Hah… Nevermind, let’s go.”
“Great clans are indeed great. Look at how comfortable their coach is! Our previous coach is incomparable to this!” Chui Yim gasped, feeling comfortable in the coach.
“Of course it couldn’t be compared,” Chor Shing Chit replied with a poker face. “They even gifted us their precious night wolf that’s better than the hardyhorse in terms of speed, stability and even endurance.”
“A night wolf is nothing…” Hearing them, Bak Wun driving the coach snorted. “Ignorant kiddo,” he immediately added after sensing the unfriendly glare from the night wolf in front.
Chui Yim ignored Bak Wun. Something came to his mind and he turned to Chor Shing Chit right away. “Oh right, brother Chor, you said that you’d teach me how to fight after I recover, right?”
“Are you serious about it?” Chor Shing Chit looked at him, slightly astonished. “It’s more important for you to store enough energliph to breakthrough to the single-gliphic state now, though.”
“Staying alive is everything. If not for my constant training, I would have been in the heavens now the night I was raided back at the Tse Mansion.” Chui Yim rolled his eyes.
Chor Shing Chit’s mind stopped upon hearing Chui Yim. Chui Yim might make unpleasant comments, but it was the truth. Before stepping into the ten-gliphic state, gliphists were relatively weak and might lose their lives even before they could react when attacked.
If not for Chui Yim’s physical training which gave him a body that was unusually fit and his smart way of using Chi Ping’s treasure, he would have lost his life as well.
“Since then, I’ll teach you. We have a long way to go after all.” After thinking through it, Chor Shing Chit agreed.
It was indeed a long way to go.
There were more than ten big cities and a few hundred villages or small towns they needed to pass by from Southary, the city located at the end of the South, to South Imperial City. They’d have to spend months on road trips with their night wolf coach, and more than a year and half with a hardyhorse coach.
On the way, Chor Shing Chit started to teach Chui Yim basic battle skills, mostly footwork.
To him, Chui Yim would only end up as a glihphist due to his heart deficiency, the biggest factor that prevented him from becoming a glipher. Moreover, with his intelligence, it would be a pity for him to be a glipher. Thus Chor Shing Chit focused on defence and dodging skills, and less on attacking and counter attack which were what Chui Yim hoped to learn.
Even so, Chui Yim put all his heart into it. He spent his whole life forging back on the Swallow Contient, making him an expert in that area. He did not originally plan to pick up any other skills in this life, but because of Chui Tin, he became a little monster who was an ace—good at medicine, gliphism and even forging.
Nonetheless, Chui Yim’s aim stayedthe same: to have control over his own life.
The lessons from his past life were too costly. No matter how great he was at forging, without the ability to protect himself , he’d only turn into a toy in other’s hands. Thus Chui Yim took every skill that could help him improve with seriousness. It might only be basic skills that Chor Shing Chit was currently teaching him, but he wouldn’t overlook them.
On a small hill, Bak Wun munched on some fruits while feeding the night wolf as he watched the duo.
“Weapons hold great importance to gliphers.” Chor Shing Chit waved a wooden rod, leaving Chui Yim dizzy. ”It’s critical to choose a correct weapon for gliphers, and a suitable treasure for gliphist. Weapons determine the way you fight. The Spiral Dragon Rod Style of the Chor Clan is an example of skill set.
“Skill sets are a peculiar existence to gliphers. They aren’t gliphilities, but the origin to creating different gliphilities. In fact, they are passed down by clans, and members come up with a variation of their unique gliphility to each of them. The Night Lion Tse Clan have their famous Divine Lion Roar Skill which attacks with voice, leaving opponents unable to guard against it.
“You’ll need to think carefully when you choose your treasure in the future too. Because once you have selected it, there’s no turning back.” Chor Shing Chit looked at Chui Yim.
Chui Yim nodded, and something came to his mind suddenly. “Then why did you leave the Chor Clan, brother Chor?”
Chor Shing Chit’s face fell at Chui Yim’s words, while Bak Wun muttered, “Stupid.”
“This will be all for today, we’ll be heading into the city soon.” After a long pause, Chor Shing Chit said in a low voice.
At the gate of Night Lion City, Tse Yu Bak came to send Chui Yim off.
It was normal for a big man like Tse Chun to not turn up, but with the presence of Tse Yu Bak’, the current successor of the Tse Clan, it symbolised the Tse Clan’s respect for Chui Yim.
“Brother Chui, I heard that you’ll be heading to the South Imperial City to participate in Cloud Palace’s enrollment in two years?”
“Yeah.” Chui Yim patted his bald head, laughing wholeheartedly with his kiddish voice. “I heard that the event is dope, so I’ll try it out for fun.”
Tse Yu Bak was left speechless. Oh brother… What does he think the Cloud Palace is? A place that countless geniuses try to get into, but he’s saying that he’ll enroll for fun…
“I believe with brother Chui’s aptitude, you’ll definitely make it. I’ll be in South Imperial City two years later to witness your excellence performance.”
“Okay! See you in two years!”
“See you then!”
Tse Yu Bak watched the black dot afar disappear slowly from his sight with a complicated look. He had only known Chui Yim for a few, short months yet his world was turned upside down all thanks to Chui Yim and the mystic fate that brought Chui Yim to the Lion Dance Inn, the place where they met. Now, Tse Yu Bak was no longer trash, but a genius again.
Two years later…?
“Let’s go.”
“Young master, it’s late. Do you want dinner?”
“No, I’m going into seclusion. I’ll be heading to South Imperial City two years later as brother Chui’s support. He’ll be laughed at if I’m too weak.”
“Young master, us, the Tse Clan, will never be a joke to others.”
“I meant brother Chui! Hah… Nevermind, let’s go.”
“Great clans are indeed great. Look at how comfortable their coach is! Our previous coach is incomparable to this!” Chui Yim gasped, feeling comfortable in the coach.
“Of course it couldn’t be compared,” Chor Shing Chit replied with a poker face. “They even gifted us their precious night wolf that’s better than the hardyhorse in terms of speed, stability and even endurance.”
“A night wolf is nothing…” Hearing them, Bak Wun driving the coach snorted. “Ignorant kiddo,” he immediately added after sensing the unfriendly glare from the night wolf in front.
Chui Yim ignored Bak Wun. Something came to his mind and he turned to Chor Shing Chit right away. “Oh right, brother Chor, you said that you’d teach me how to fight after I recover, right?”
“Are you serious about it?” Chor Shing Chit looked at him, slightly astonished. “It’s more important for you to store enough energliph to breakthrough to the single-gliphic state now, though.”
“Staying alive is everything. If not for my constant training, I would have been in the heavens now the night I was raided back at the Tse Mansion.” Chui Yim rolled his eyes.
Chor Shing Chit’s mind stopped upon hearing Chui Yim. Chui Yim might make unpleasant comments, but it was the truth. Before stepping into the ten-gliphic state, gliphists were relatively weak and might lose their lives even before they could react when attacked.
If not for Chui Yim’s physical training which gave him a body that was unusually fit and his smart way of using Chi Ping’s treasure, he would have lost his life as well.
“Since then, I’ll teach you. We have a long way to go after all.” After thinking through it, Chor Shing Chit agreed.
It was indeed a long way to go.
There were more than ten big cities and a few hundred villages or small towns they needed to pass by from Southary, the city located at the end of the South, to South Imperial City. They’d have to spend months on road trips with their night wolf coach, and more than a year and half with a hardyhorse coach.
On the way, Chor Shing Chit started to teach Chui Yim basic battle skills, mostly footwork.
To him, Chui Yim would only end up as a glihphist due to his heart deficiency, the biggest factor that prevented him from becoming a glipher. Moreover, with his intelligence, it would be a pity for him to be a glipher. Thus Chor Shing Chit focused on defence and dodging skills, and less on attacking and counter attack which were what Chui Yim hoped to learn.
Even so, Chui Yim put all his heart into it. He spent his whole life forging back on the Swallow Contient, making him an expert in that area. He did not originally plan to pick up any other skills in this life, but because of Chui Tin, he became a little monster who was an ace—good at medicine, gliphism and even forging.
Nonetheless, Chui Yim’s aim stayedthe same: to have control over his own life.
The lessons from his past life were too costly. No matter how great he was at forging, without the ability to protect himself , he’d only turn into a toy in other’s hands. Thus Chui Yim took every skill that could help him improve with seriousness. It might only be basic skills that Chor Shing Chit was currently teaching him, but he wouldn’t overlook them.
On a small hill, Bak Wun munched on some fruits while feeding the night wolf as he watched the duo.
“Weapons hold great importance to gliphers.” Chor Shing Chit waved a wooden rod, leaving Chui Yim dizzy. ”It’s critical to choose a correct weapon for gliphers, and a suitable treasure for gliphist. Weapons determine the way you fight. The Spiral Dragon Rod Style of the Chor Clan is an example of skill set.
“Skill sets are a peculiar existence to gliphers. They aren’t gliphilities, but the origin to creating different gliphilities. In fact, they are passed down by clans, and members come up with a variation of their unique gliphility to each of them. The Night Lion Tse Clan have their famous Divine Lion Roar Skill which attacks with voice, leaving opponents unable to guard against it.
“You’ll need to think carefully when you choose your treasure in the future too. Because once you have selected it, there’s no turning back.” Chor Shing Chit looked at Chui Yim.
Chui Yim nodded, and something came to his mind suddenly. “Then why did you leave the Chor Clan, brother Chor?”
Chor Shing Chit’s face fell at Chui Yim’s words, while Bak Wun muttered, “Stupid.”
“This will be all for today, we’ll be heading into the city soon.” After a long pause, Chor Shing Chit said in a low voice.
