Night of the Broken Gliph - Chapter 567

“I’m not skilled in alchemy, nor do I understand medicine. But since there’s a problem right now, it must be an issue with the pills.” Hung Ching Yeung thoroughly explained his reasoning, helping everyone present to understand his take easily.

All outsiders present knew that the Blood Purification Pill was Great Wisdom City’s top secret, and Hung Ching Yeung would never tell them about it if not for this critical situation.

“Who invented this Blood Purification Pill?” Chui Yim asked suddenly

“I don’t know. It would need to be traced to centuries ago, when Great Wisdom City was just founded.” Hung Ching Yeung shook his head.

“I know.” A To Clan member who remained silent from the start spoke. He was To Nam Feng, the clan leader of the To Clan. At the same time, he was a powerful four-chambered cultivator who was in the final stages of his life.

The crowd respected him, not only because of his capability as the strongest four-chambered cultivator in Great Wisdom City, but also because To Nam Feng was the sworn brother of the previous Hung Clan Leader, Hung Kau Long.

Most importantly, he was the father of To Ching Seung, who just passed away today.

“The person who invented the Blood Purification Pill was an ordinary alchemist without any background. Not taking into account Southern Ping, but anywhere in the world, this alchemist would’ve been considered a mediocre alchemist without any accomplishment. However, someone this ordinary created the Blood Purification Pill, which was only grade one, and allowed Great Wisdom City cultivators to finally be able to cultivate in the Heavenly Silver Waterfall.

“The Hung Clan ancestors were on cloud nine and thanked the alchemist greatly. They became great friends, and the Hung Clan even made this alchemist their personal glipheon. Being appointed with great responsibility, the alchemist worked hard and became a great master in medicine and grandmaster in alchemy within a few years.

“The Hung Clan ancestors relied on this alchemist greatly, and at last, the Hung Clan ancestors named the city after both of their surnames.”

Some observant people already guessed the ending, looking extremely shocked.

“That alchemist was named Wai Ling, the ancestor of Wai Chung Yin.”

The crowd was in disbelief to learn about this, especially the locals.

The world knew that “Great” stood for the Hung Clan, but nobody knew what “Wisdom” stood for.

TL note: Hung means Great in Chinese, while Wai means Wisdom in Chinese

They couldn’t help but be reminded of Wai Chung Yin…

Born as a waterfall attendant, Wai Chung Yin spent his life refining Blood Purification Pills, a grade-one pill that any alchemist could manage to create. After working hard for decades, he finally became the manager of the attendants.

But not many viewed him with respect because, at the end of the day, he was just another servant of the city.

To Nam Feng immediately knew what was going on in the crowd’s minds seeing their reactions. “Yes, the Wai Clan was as powerful as the Hung Clan a hundred years ago. Unlike the Hung Clan, their members were talented gliphists in charge of the entire Great Wisdom City’s alchemy and medicine scene.

“After a hundred years, the Hung Clan ancestors passed on one by one, while the Wai Clan ancestors were long in the heavens. Generation by generation, changes occurred naturally.

“May I ask if any of you who are proficient in medicine or alchemy can name me the ingredients in the Blood Purification Pill?”

One Ping Clan alchemist sneered. “It’s just a grade-one pill…” He sniffed the Blood Purification Pill as he named the eleven ingredients one by one. As a grade-one pill, it was confusing to have so many ingredients in the pill.

“Hmm? What’s…?” The alchemist hesitated.

“Unable to identify one ingredient, am I right?” To Nam Feng took the pill expressionlessly, while the Ping Clan alchemist stepped down, face red as a tomato.

“Some of you might have guessed it; after centuries, only the Wai Clan has the recipe for this pill, as it was a promise from the Hung Clan to them to guarantee their status. However, time changes many things.

“One example would be ambitions. The Wai Clan grew rapidly, and after decades, they had outstanding members with great potential. Along with the recipe for the Blood Purification Pill, the Wai Clan felt that they could replace the Hung Clan.

“All of this took place during my generation, the generation of the Hung Kau Long brothers.

“It was when the conflict started too.

“In a single night,” To Nam Feng raised a finger, “Brother Hung wiped out the entire Wai Clan and snatched the recipe.”

To Nam Feng narrated the story calmly, but it was as if everyone present could smell the metallic scent of blood.

“The Hung Clan deliberately took the lives of all Wai Clan members, leaving only the son of the Wai Clan Leader alive. I suggested Brother Hung eliminate all Wai Clan members, but he was determined to not do so. Now, it seems that raising that tiger invited trouble for themselves.”

Reminded of his son’s painful death, To Nam Feng couldn’t help but shatter the chair’s handle, weeping.

“So Wai Chung Yin was the Wai Clan member that survived? Or the survivor’s son?” Chui Yim asked after a long pause.

“The son of the surviving Wai Clan member.” To Nam Feng took a deep breath to calm himself down.

“Time often changes many things. Under our lead, the residents of the city slowly forgot about the origin of the word ‘Wisdom’ in the city’s name, and the Wai Clan slowly became an ordinary servant clan of the Hung Clan in the city.”

“It seems that he was nowhere near ordinary.” Chui Yim sneered. “Wai Chung Yin’s act proves that he most likely knew about what happened in the past.”

Looking weak, Kam Chin Kee spoke softly. “And it’s obvious that this was planned long in advance. The fact that nearly twenty waterfall attendants died with him shows that he had absolute control of most attendants. What’s worse is that he committed suicide, not allowing anyone to force the cure out of his mouth.”

The crowd shuddered hearing this, while the odd smile on Wai Chung Yin’s face subconsciously replayed in Hung Kwan’s mind again and again.

In the quiet night, about twenty men sat in the Hung Clan’s living room. The crow calls that rang out from time to time added an even chillier vibe to the night. Adding on the story they heard from To Nam Feng increased their discomfort.

Other than Hung Ching Yeung, Chui Yim, and Kam Chin Kee, the rest of the men present were of a certain age and had their full share of experiences in life. Just like Southern Ping, they were also involved in open competition and behind-the-scenes rivalries.

Cultivation was a battle after all, competing against the heavens and earth, and oneself.

But this incident that took place in Great Wisdom City today was a complicated one.

The Wai Clan, which the Hung Clan wanted to wipe out in the past was fully eliminated today. The last Wai Clan member died of suicide today, but before his death, he cast an evil spell on the city, ready to take all the young elites of the city with him.

This was a battle between extinctions.

In comparison, in a place like Southern Ping, while the Mo-Yung and Ping Clan disliked each other, they would never have the intention to make the other clan extinct. During the Yellow Spring Lady incident, they worked together without a second thought to get rid of her.

But this battle of Great Wisdom City that lasted for centuries made even all the old sly men present fearful.