Night of the Broken Gliph

Chapter 488

Wat Suen flashed Chui Yim a gentle smile.

She rarely smiled. If it was anyone else, she would have rejected them coldly or ignored them. Wat Suen wouldn’t have even gone to see a doctor in the first place if not for Sung Tsz Hin insisting back then.

But this was Chui Yim, the best friend of that man as well as her junior brother.

As Cloud Palace disciples, they were a family. To Wat Suen, Chui Yim was just like a younger brother, and she knew that the reason why he asked was because he couldn’t bear to see her suffer.

“Junior Brother is a young genius in medicine. If you only have a bit of knowledge, all the other teenagers who study medicine know nothing.” Wat Suen smiled and patted the ground with her hands softly, flying up and heading into her house. “Come in.”

The Cloud Palace disciples were close-knit, but they respected each other’s privacy greatly too, giving ample personal space. No one else had ever stepped into Wat Suen’s room before.

It wasn’t decorated like any other girl’s room, but it was still neat. There was only a bed, a table, two hangers, and a closet for clothes.

Despite the dark colour scheme, Chui Yim could tell that the house was sparkly clean without a speck of dust.

Wat Suen had already “floated” onto her bed now, sitting cross-legged.

Her back faced Chui Yim as she called him over calmly. “Come here.”

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Chui Yim nodded, walking over as he wondered if he would dirty her floor. “Pardon me, Senior Sister.”

Wat Suen nodded silently in reply.

She was so calm that Chui Yim no longer felt anxious. He reached out his right hand to feel for her back through her white clothes.

He creased his forehead.

“Doctor Mo-Yung mentioned the most affected part was the nerve at the depths of the bones,” Wat Suen said.

Silently, Chui Yim felt her injury.

It was weird. She seemed to be paralysed from the waist down, but actually, her meridians were fine, which meant that she could cultivate normally, including both of her leg chambers. Energliph could reach them through her meridians just fine.

It was the nerves in her spine that were badly damaged.

Grandmaster glipheons were able to help a patient grow a new limb, but that was not what Wat Suen needed. She needed to repair her damaged nerves, which required the glipheon to have a strong knowledge of medicine and neurology, rather than a strong cultivation or gliphism knowledge.

Chui Yim immediately knew that even Ping Chi could not help her.

Not because Ping Chi had insufficient knowledge but because of his cultivation state, which meant he was unable to perform a long surgery to connect her nerves. On the other hand, Mo-Yung Yin, who focused on other areas of medicine, lacked enough knowledge about neurology to perform the surgery.

As for my father, who the hell knows where he’s searching for that so-called mother I’ve never met? He’s unreliable.

After a short while, Chui Yim retracted his hands. “Senior Sister, your injury is too serious for me to cure now.”

“Don’t feel bad.” Wat Suen turned around with a smile. “I’ve been living in this manner for decades; I’m already used to it.”

“But I can give it a try when I become a grandmaster in medicine,” Chui Yim continued.

His words made Wat Suen laugh, but she did not mind it. Wat Suen did not know medicine, but even the Divine Doctor could not cure her, so how could a grandmaster Chui Yim do it successfully? But she did not say anything, only flashing Chui Yim a refreshing smile like the spring breeze.

She was not a pretty girl, but Chui Yim had never seen anybody like her.

“Alright, Senior Sister will wait for you.”

The next day was day seven of arriving at Cloud Palace.

Chui Yim woke up to the tiny monkey sleeping on his chest, eyes shut tightly, looking just like a rock breathing rhythmically. It was incredibly cute.

Feeling something, the monkey opened its eyes as soon as Chui Yim did, staring at Chui Yim happily with trust. It started to make noise, like a baby asking for a hug.

This put a smile on Chui Yim’s face. He was satisfied at how smooth the monkey’s head was. “You look good, it resembles me.” Unable to understand, the monkey only let out happy noises.

“Alright, you’ll live with me from today onwards, and you will be called Rocky.”

If Kam Chin Kee or another close friend of Chui Yim’s heard this, they would be crying for the monkey.

But indeed, the greyish-white baby monkey looked like a small rock from afar. As if sensing something, it made high-pitched noises, expressing its happiness when Chui Yim called it Rocky.

“Right, you like this name too, huh?” Chui Yim said proudly. “Only you and Ming Sum know how to appreciate my naming skills. You’re incredibly brilliant!” He caressed the monkey with his fingers, and it shut its eyes comfortably and fell asleep within no time.

It was noon, and the Cloud Palace disciples were all busy with their stuff; Wong Kei was still pondering beneath the banyan tree, Yim Mo Chiu was dancing, Wat Suen was still practising her piece over and over again, and Hui Sai Cheong was still cooking dishes that made them fear.

Yet nobody came for Kam Chin Kee and Chui Yim today because it was their seventh day at Cloud Palace, an important day for all new Cloud Palace disciples.

Today, they would go through the Seven Cleansings.

Cleansing of soul, style, heart, mind, body, state, and leaden glamour.

This would help the disciples get used to the lifestyle of Cloud Palace.

They would only be considered to actually be part of Cloud Palace after seven days, as this was when they would learn the first lesson from the Seven-Star Elder.

Today, Chui Yim and Kam Chin Kee decided to make their way up to the mountain peak once again.

Chui Yim couldn’t help but ask, “Great Senior Brother… what’s Master’s powerful style about?”

Sung Tsz Hin wore a meaningful smile. “I can’t answer you. To put it simply, be it me or the other juniors, we are all still learning it as well.”

“Master is so powerful, so how could his teachings be simple?”

“A decade or even more, and we’ve only scratched the surface of Master’s teachings.”

As Sung Tsz Hin finished, they reached the peak. The elderly man was still sitting at the cliff, fishing for nothing.

“Master, the juniors are here.”

“Mm.” The Seven-Star Elder waved his hands. “You may leave.”

“Yes, Master.” Sung Tsz Hin bowed, flashed the juniors a smile, and left.