Night of the Broken Gliph

Chapter 500

“Young Master, the Red Rampart is way more dangerous than it seems. Humanity might have gone through it entirely, but it's only safe for elites to go.” Ling Fei Shook his head. “Young Master might be outstanding, but you're still young and do not have a corpse soul's support…”

“I think there's a misunderstanding.” Siu Fu glared at Ling Fei coldly. He was only in the one-chambered state, while Ling Fei had long been a four-chambered glipher on his way to stepping into the Nine Levels of Hell, yet under Siu Fu's glare, Ling Fei felt pressured.

“My explanation was to seek your understanding, not your approval.

“You shall stay in the village, that’s an order.”

Ling Fei trembled. Despite knowing well that Siu Fu was no competition of his, he couldn't seem to muster the will to go against him. “I shall abide by all sac… Young Master's orders.”

All that mattered to Chui Yim was his meal, not others' business around him.

At the same time, this experience felt new to him. He might have left home at nine, but he always had someone to accompany him; Lam Ming Sum, Chor Shing Chit, Bak Wun, Kam Chin Kee, or his Cloud Palace seniors, Chui Yim was never alone.

Having a meal in the desert alone was kind of exciting to him. It was a pity that the meat tasted weird, but being in a desert, what could he expect?

After his meal, he returned to the inn to find Hui Sai Cheong still in a deep sleep. His senior's behaviour reminded him that he shouldn't think too highly of his alcohol tolerance and drink moderately. The Drunken Year would not leave a person drunk for a year, but now, it proved that it was enough to leave Hui Sai Cheong in a deep sleep for a day.

Chui Yim looked at his unreliable senior brother helplessly. “I guess I have to go on my own,” he mumbled.

Wild Sand Village was destroyed and rebuilt countless times. All who lived here were outlaws with nowhere to go or indigenous people who were born in the village. The current version of Wild Sand Village was rebuilt after Lee Kwong came with his group to kill the previous leader, a three-chambered elite.

There was a tall building in the village. It towered over the rest of the buildings, and even Lee Kwong, the man who took down this village, did not live in such a special residence. This building was six stories high, and it was difficult to imagine how such a tower could appear in the desert.

Only the villagers knew how many people died to build this tower, and it was accurate to say that it was built of flesh and blood.

This was the Breeze Listening Tower. It was no special building, but Chui Sang's residence.

How ironic was it to have a tower named Breeze Listening Tower in the middle of the desert full of violent sandstorms? A figure looked out of the sixth story at the violent gale that was like a monster in the desert.

Chui Sang stood there peacefully.

He had just reached thirty years old.

There were gliphs on the tower to protect him from the harsh weather of the desert.

In this place, Chui Sang towered over the village. Behind him stood a figure looking at him respectfully.

If there was a third person here, their jaw would drop to the ground because the man behind Chui Sang was the haughty and overbearing Lee Kuang, and he was currently wearing a smile, ready to please Chui Sang!

“Are there any special events in the city today?” Chui Sang asked after a short pause.

Lee Kwong shook his head immediately. “It's a peaceful day today, and we have already settled on a price with the gliphists in Sunny Wave City. They’ll be here in a few months to start on the project.”

Chui Sang nodded silently. Be it the tower's appearance or the number of stories, it was similar to the Heaven Induction Tower at Hoklo. In the past, let alone the peak, he never even have the chance to stand at the bottom of the tower.

Since he was a child, Chui Sang was known as the trash of his clan. He was a brilliant teenager, talented in strategic planning because he inherited the excellent brain of his clan like any other Chui Clan member. Yet he was extremely passionate about cultivation instead.

Sadly, the world was balanced, so it was tough to find a cultivator from the brilliant Chui Clan.

Everyone said that this was God trying to be fair, because if the Chui Clan had the talent to cultivate on top of such excellent brains, it would already be the Chui's dynasty today.

However, Chui Sang, who was crazy about cultivation, was unwilling to concede to fate and did not have the intention to give up even if he had yet to open his innate chamber at the age of thirty.

Soon, his clan gave up on him, and it became increasingly difficult for him to stay with the clan. Thus, he left Hoklo and went around the world.

What nobody knew was that he discovered a mysterious, ordinary-looking pearl on his journey, which he knew would be his opportunity. With a mystical energy, it surged into his body.

It brought him incredible pain, but great energy.

Afterwards, with great efforts, it finally brought him here.

“Is everything ready for our trip to the Red Rampart tomorrow?” Chui Sang asked.

“Yes.” Lee Kwong nodded immediately, and added after receiving a glance from the other, “We have sent members dozens of times and roughly understand the structure of the Red Rampart. There are only three places we have yet to go and one of them should be the destination Sir is looking for.”

“Oh?” Chui Sang nodded. “Okay, seal the entrance of the Red Rampart tomorrow. Nobody except me is to be allowed inside.”

“Sir, it's extremely dangerous…” Lee Kwong said with worry after hearing him.

“Be at ease,” Chui Sang said. “I'm not an idiot. You'll be going in with me.”

“Yes, Sir.” Lee Kwong nodded immediately.

Chui Sang waved his hands, indicating for Lee Kwong to leave. He stood at the tower alone.

It was an imitation of the Heaven Induction Tower of Hoklo, but an imitation would forever be just an imitation. The thought of his hometown, Hoklo, and the Chui Clan put a smile of disdain on Chui Sang's face.

“Brilliant intelligence but the absence of actual capability will only turn one into a tool for others.

“Why would I become someone else's tool now that I have out-of-this-world intelligence and an opportunity?”

Chui Sang was fueled with a flame called ambition.

“I am going to cultivate, go against the heavens, make it to the top of this world as a Chui Clan member, and replace the Lams!”

The violent wind outside of the tower seemed to represent his burning desires!