Night of the Broken Gliph - Chapter 572

Nobody paid attention to Chui Yim, as all the alchemists were caught up trying to refine an effective pill of their own.

Up to this point, the team had already lost eight lives to different experimental pills.

However, just as Ping San Yat mentioned, at the end of the day, the patients would die of poison even if they did not consume the experimental pills. It was just a matter of time.

“I can’t lose…” Chui Yim mumbled, staring intensely at the cauldron. “If I do, it’s equivalent to Cloud Palace losing… and the consequences would be unbearable.”

Great Wisdom City was left in despair again as they mourned the loss of another cultivator.

Within a short twenty-four hours, the city lost half of their talents in the three-chambered state and below!

Some family members fainted as they were unable to handle the devastating news.

However, the family members of the patients who died from experimental pills were experiencing greater emotional distress since they witnessed their child consume the pills and die on the spot.

Why was a pharmaceutical recipe important? Because pills were tough to refine and could not be consumed freely. A successful refinement of a pill might be the result of an alchemist’s lifelong painstaking effort. Most famous alchemists of this era did not even have a single creation of their own.

The current situation did not give the team the privilege to test the pills properly.

Therefore, family members still volunteered their children despite the uncertainty.

The chaos outside of Hung Mansion had died down as news was spread across the entire city. Surprisingly, rather than screaming in unfairness, the members of Great Wisdom volunteered their children, hoping for the best in fear, unwillingness, and pain.

Because at least there was a slight hope that their child would be the lucky person and survive, unlike those who died earlier today who did not even have the chance to fight for their lives with the pills.

A girl was placed in front of Chui Yim. It was a familiar face as she liked to follow Kam Chin Kee around and frequently visited Kam Chin Kee for small talk at Man Fai’s residence.

It was Kung-Suen Ching Lau.

Kam Chin Kee wore a calm expression when he saw her. This was nothing to him, who had experienced many life-and-death scenarios.

“Are you confident?” He turned to Chui Yim, who was looking pale.

“Who in the world would be confident in such a situation?” The other side-eyed him.

He took out a white jade bottle and poured out a round pill that had hints of red on it. If one were to take a close look, they would see that the pill was shining a faint red color, just like a star in the sky.

“I’m giving it my all…” Chui Yim mumbled.

Kung-Suen Pok watched anxiously as Chui Yim fed his daughter the pill. Kung-Suen Pok did not have high hopes; even an elite alchemist like Ping San Yat failed again and again, so how much better could Chui Yim, who was only putting his pill to the test for the first time, do? The thought of this left Kung-Suen Pok in sorrow.

He watched the redness on Kung-Suen Ching Lau disperse, but Kung-Suen Pok did not let his guard down as so many patients died immediately after the same situation. His heart was in his throat.

Hmm? After the redness started to fade, the black veins faded too.

“Huff!” Kung-Suen Ching Lau opened her eyes abruptly, trying to catch her breath. Kung-Suen Pok was in great shock and could not believe his eyes.

It’s a success!? He could not contain his happiness as he shouted to announce the good news! “It’s a success! It’s a success! Hahaha! My daughter survived!”

He hugged her daughter tightly, crying tears of happiness.

Within a short moment, every parent in the hall ran towards him with their child. “Which great master was it that found the cure!?”

“Please save my child, Master!”

“Queue up! I was here first! Please save my son, Great Master!”

But when they realised that Chui Yim was the alchemist that found a cure, they wore odd expressions on their faces. Some were greatly embarrassed.

Even after knowing that it was the only remaining Wai Clan member that single-handedly put the city’s young cultivators’ lives at risk, many residents still believed that it was Chui Yim and Kam Chin Kee’s arrival that brought misfortune to the city. However, since it was Chui Yim who successfully created the pill, the members of the city were ashamed of their belief.

Chui Yim passed the bottle of pills to Ping Ching. “Hurry, give out the pills, there are thirty-six pills in this bottle.”

“Brother Chui, share the recipe, hurry!” Ping Ching wore a huge smile, staring at Chui Yim with admiration.

Ping San Yat similarly walked over in a hurry. “I agree, thirty-six pills is insufficient to save everyone.”

He was stating a fact since Wai Chung Yin had poisoned more than a hundred cultivators. Even if half had already passed away, thirty-six pills was still an insufficient number to solve the issue at hand.

Chui Yim remained silent, as well as Kam Chin Kee who watched the entire process.

“Let me refine another cauldron,” Chui Yim said after a short moment of silence.

His words made Wong Din Tin, the clan leader of Southern Ping’s Wong Clan, frown. “Little kid… as seniors, it makes no sense for us to steal your recipe. We can refine without cauldrons, which allows us to work way faster.”

However, Chui Yim did not respond and took out the Nine-Dragon Flame Gathering Cauldron and placed it in the center of the hall.

Now, not only Wong Din Tin, but the faces of the other Southern Ping alchemists and the family members of cultivators who had yet to get a pill changed. Some were even scolding Chui Yim aggressively. “How can you be a Cloud Palace teacher when you’re just greedy for money and status!?”

“Deceiving the world with a fake reputation!”

“Hand the recipe over!”

Just then, a two-chambered cultivator vomited blood and passed away, making the situation even more tense! Many wanted to rush Chui Yim, but a scary energliph pressured down on them, making those that wanted to attack Chui Yim unable to move.

“Shut up,” Hung Siu said emotionlessly, standing behind Chui Yim.

The crowd turned silent instantly. In Great Wisdom City, he was the leader, of even greater importance than Emperor Lam.

Chui Yim took the matter calmly, but unlike usual, his face was as pale as a sheet of paper. Despite this, he worked steadily, putting the ingredients into the cauldron before refining them. The Blood Purification Pill was now a grade-two pill, but even after advancing, it was not tough to refine. Figuring out the recipe was the tough part, which was now done.

The alchemists watched Chui Yim calmly. As of now, they could not tell the difference between Chui Yim’s method and theirs. Even the longevity vine that was soaked in the waterfall was thrown into the cauldron by Chui Yim. At the same time, he pulled out a sharp dagger.

What is he trying to do?