Night of the Broken Gliph

Other than simply transferring energliph onto one’s fingertips, there were no other strengths to be found in the gliphility that Chui Yim had chosen. Moreover, it was limited to close-range attacks, making it useless when the glipher encountered a middle or long-range attacker. 

However, Bak Wun kept quiet about Chui Yim’s choice, as they weren’t supposed to, nor did they have the right to criticize the choice of gliphility or cultivation style of their student. 

“Alright.” Old Tung placed his right hand onto the light. It was unknown what he did, but when he took his hand out of the light, a red coloured light was floating on his fingertips.  

“Relax,” he told Chui Yim and dotted it lightly in between his eyebrows. 

Chui Yim furrowed his brows and relaxed soon after. When he reopened his eyes, he felt that there was some extra information in his mind, which was the cultivation method and energliph route of the Flowing Flame Finger. 

“Thank you, principal and Old Tung.” Chui Yim bowed and made his way out of the Cultivation Style Pavilion, leaving Bak Wun staring at Chui Yim walking out, frowning. 

When Chui Yim came out, Lam Ming came up to him excitedly. “Brother Chui, what powerful cultivation skill did you get?” 

“Lam Ming,” Chor Shing Chit called out coldly. 

As the top two scorers of the class all along, Lam Ming was supposed to enter after Chui Yim. Lam Ming stuck out his tongue and made his way into the Cultivation Style Pavilion. 

Some classmates came up to ask Chui Yim about information about the Cultivation Style Pavilion, but Chui Yim didn’t reply. 

Why should I talk to such wimpy kids? If not because I have to wait for Lam Ming, I would have already left!  

Soon after Lam Ming entered the Cultivation Style Pavilion, wavelengths rose from the cultivation style section.  

Technically, the entire Cultivation Style Pavilion was made out of different gliphic formations.That was why the information display, protection, and owner acknowledgment functions existed within the Cultivation Style Pavilion. Now, this wavelength was from the function, “Notice”. 

Bak Wun, who was going to leave after Chui Yim was done, was in a daze. He was the person who had set up this function.  

There were several grade three cultivation styles in the Cultivation Style Pavilion. Among them, Bak Wun bought three at a very high price, and one was picked up from a place that was still considered a danger zone even today. 

However, it was said that the cultivation style was incomplete. Even so, it was already considered a grade three cultivation style, which meant that it might have been a legendary grade four or five style if it was complete. However, the cultivation style had extremely high conditions for the person it acknowledged as its owner, so nobody from Riding Clouds Academy was able to get their hands on it until today. 

Now, the notice from the gliphic formation was signaling Bak Wun that there was someone worthy of this cultivation skill. 

This incomplete cultivation skill might only be grade three, but it was so powerful that there was too much information for the gliphic formation to display. Thus, the cultivation style would be given to the student who deserved it. And this meant that the student who activated the wavelength would be the new owner of this cultivation style. 

When Old Tung and Bak Wun entered the cultivation style section,they were greeted by a trembling student standing under the light ball. 

The light had already left the bookshelf and was now floating above the student. Bak Wun’s face changed on seeing this. Many gliphist and gliphers came to him when he got the cultivation style, asking to trade or even snatch it away from him. After much trouble, he managed to safeguard the technique in the Cultivation Style Pavilion. He knew that it wasn’t an ordinary cultivation style, but there was nothing he could do as the style didn’t acknowledge him as its owner. He could only put it in the Cultivation Style Pavilion as a treasure of the academy.

And now, the style was resisting the gliphic formation of the Cultivation Style Pavilion. Seeing the light on his head, the student tried to escape, but the light followed behind him unwaveringly. 

With a move, Bak Wun arrived next to the light. He reached out his right hand to remove the restraint on the technique. The light dispersed, and a damaged book landed on the student. 

Records. 

There was only the word “Records” on the cover. There were another two other characters above it, but they were covered by ink. 

Bak Wun stared at the battered and exhausted student with a complicated look. The memories of how he protected this style with his life came gushing back.

“From today onwards, this technique is yours,” he said slowly.