Night of the Broken Gliph

Chapter 487

“Gliphists only cultivate mental strength. Having an extremely powerful mental strength but a weak body will lead you nowhere. This goes the same for gliphers; having an invincible body with a fragile mind is like an empty vase.” Sung Tsz Hin shook his head, disagreeing with today’s cultivation system.

“Thus, be it the South or the North, there will never be a six-chambered elite in the world anymore, as that is impossible to achieve unless one cultivates both body and mental strength.” Casually, Sung Tsz Hin revealed some info that would shake the world.

“Thus, those of the five-chambered or thousand-gliphic state, like Elder Man Shu or Chan Chung Ching, train their mental state and body with starlight daily respectively.

“However, it's too late because they’ve already missed the best time to cultivate.

“However…” Sung Tsz Hin guided his junior brothers well. “The path they took isn’t necessarily a mistake, because if they had cultivated gliphism instead, they might not have been able to reach their current state, to begin with, and their current state is sufficient for them to be seen as one of the best cultivators in the world.

“And they won’t share the information of cultivating gliphism with the younger generation as they’re afraid of misleading them, leading to a dreadful situation. Let alone the six-chambered state, there might not even be five-chambered or thousand-gliphic state cultivators in the future, so they dare not bet on it.”

Chui Yim and Kam Chin Kee were stunned speechless. The former finally understood why Chor Shing Chit told him off angrily and calling it a cult whenever Chui Yim mentioned that he wanted to be both a glipher and a gliphist. Cultivating only one path was now the norm, and an easier option.

“Then why do we still have to choose one of the paths?”

Sung Tsz Hin laughed hearing Chui Yim, his long ponytail swinging in the air like a brush filled with ink. “By needing to select one path, I'm referring to ordinary people, not you.

“Seventh Junior Brother is already doing this. Practising alchemy, forging, and medicine at the same time, even creating the weapon refining method. Take forging as cultivating your body and alchemy as cultivating your mental state. Weapon refining would be cultivating gliphism.” Sung Tsz Hin raised his brows and gave them the good example of Chui Yim that had just crossed his mind.

He looked out at the lake in the garden where Little White was strolling, looking pure and elegant. “Cloud Palace disciples take a path different from others. How are we going to succeed or reach the other end if we stop because it's difficult?”

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The sun rose, announcing the start of a new day.

It was the boys’ and Lam Ming Sum's sixth day in Cloud Palace.

In the eyes of others, Cloud Palace members seemed to waste their days away doing nothing.

Fourth Teacher Wong Kei sat under the banyan tree daily, staring at his Go board in deep thought and catching Chui Yim or Kam Chin Kee to practice with him from time to time.

Fifth Teacher Wat Suen was playing instruments daily, practising the parts where she made a mistake over and over again, more than a hundred times at times.

Third Teacher Hui Sai Cheong spent his day cooped up in his house, producing evil laughter with Lam Ming Sum as they continued feeding the boys different g-food and recording their expressions with a notebook.

Second Teacher Yim Mo Chiu could be seen dancing beautifully every day. She was not the typical beauty, but more of a handsome female, and Kam Chin Kee even caught the surrounding energliph resonating with her dance moves.

First Teacher Sung Tsz Hin led a simple life. He woke up at six o'clock daily, spent a few moments enjoying the silence, and spent his day feeding fish, taking care of plants, enjoying the breeze and scenery, reading, writing, and painting. He did everything with a smile.

Everyone was doing their own thing that seemed far from cultivating, but as Sung Tsz Hin said, everything that seemed to just be a hobby was actually cultivation.

Wong Kei's confusing Go board that might lead to an aneurysm in commoners was a complicated gliph that he was trying to figure out.

Hui Sai Cheong was trying to understand every living thing in the world down to its slightest detail by making different dishes with them.

Wat Suen who forced herself to practice more than a hundred times after making a tiny mistake could make anyone drown in her beautiful music.

Yim Mo Chiu's dance was connected with heaven and earth, and she could suffocate the teenagers with just her Six Steps. If she were to perform the entire dance, the world would be thrown off their feet.

As for the great senior brother… with their current cultivation level, Chui Yim and Kam Chin Kee were unable to tell.

Kam Chin Kee only knew that his eyes hurt when he saw Sung Tsz Hin's calligraphy or painting, whereupon the other would cover it up and laugh in response, explaining that their cultivation was still too shallow.

They fused cultivating into their lives. There were many paths in the world, and nobody knew which was the right path.

So why not take one that you enjoy?

Other than following your heart, nothing else matters in the world.

Of course, Chui Yim and Kam Chin Kee could not finish their houses in a short six days. They spent their nights sleeping under the tent next to the bonfire. They had a comfortable sleep listening to the sound of the rain.

The torture from their seniors continued, but it no longer tired out the boys compared to day one. Kam Chin Kee could slowly understand the game of Go now, and Chui Yim managed to catch up with the melody and howl with Wat Suen's piece. Yes, howl, because he sounded nothing like singing.

“Fifth Senior Sister, have you ever thought of… getting your legs cured?” While listening to Wat Suen, Chui Yim suddenly asked.

“I sought many doctors long ago,” Wat Suen answered coldly, not even looking up.

“When I first entered Cloud Palace, Great Senior Brother brought me everywhere in the hopes of getting them cured. I even visited the Divine Doctor of Southern Ping.”

Chui Yim remained silent. Wat Suen did not mention how the treatment went, but given that she was still unable to walk, even Mo-Yung Yin failed to cure her. He no longer hated Mo-Yung Yin now, he even viewed him with respect.

They might have different points of view, but Chui Yim had to admit that Mo-Yung Yin was great at medicine and only two people might be as good as or better than him: Chui Yim’s free master and his father.

“Senior Sister, I think you're aware that I have a bit of knowledge about medicine. Can I have a look at your injury if you don’t mind?”