Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. It was still drizzling. Tiny raindrops landed on the roof, playing a low-pitched melody.

Chui Yim sat in front of a window, blankly hugging a torn-up medicine book in his right hand while his left hand was wrapped in tons of bandages and fastened in front of his chest.

Amidst the drizzle, it was a sorrowful night. Chui Yim spent a few hours repairing the book with his right hand, but even so, the damage was still clearly visible. There were two big beds in the huge room; one was neat and tidy, like it wasleft untouched for a long time.

The room is too big, but why didnt I feel like it before? Ah, it must be because that kid always filled the place with tons of random stuff.

A heavily injured teenager hugging a torn book sitting alone in front of a window on a rainy night was a pitiful sight.

Boom!

Suddenly, thunder struck fiercely. It was brought to the city by the drizzle.

But actually, it wasnt the drizzle but Chui Yim who brought the thunder. The Riding Clouds Academys gate was destroyed by the thunder that Chui Yim brought.

A skinny old man was standing outside the destroyed gate. Faint blue glows lingered in front of him.

This was the Thunderous gliph.

A gliph that couldnt be tattooed on ones chambers, and there wasnt much use for it. It was only as good as a one-chamber gliphility. Since thunder belonged to nature, the heavens no less, no mortal could easily command it.

The thunder took Southary by shock, and this thunder was called Chan Shue Gun.

Who are you! How dare you break into the academy? A one-chambered state academy teacher yelled at Chan Shue Gun, but he received no reply.

Im looking for a student called Chui Yim. Chan Shue Gun ignored the teachers question and mumbled to himself.

Boom!

Fire touched the ground as the place that Chui Yim was standing at earlier was destroyed. It was the Flames Knife gliph.

Does Chan Shue Gun want to kill Chui Yim using the gliph that Chui Yim used? Chor Shing Chit stared at Chan Shue Gun and Kot Chi Sing with a bad expression.

Kot Chit Sing was a two-chambered glipher of the Chan Clan and was well-known in Southary. While Chan Shue Gun was the Great Elder of Chan Clan and their private gliphist, His strength had always been a mystery.

A gliphist and glipher was always a powerful combination. A glipher would stand in front of the gliphist to give the other party time to cast strong gliphs.

Chor Shing Chit turned to Bak Wun calmly. Leave with Chui Yim. Ill handle this.

Dont forget about me. An old and lazy voice rang out. It belonged to Old Tung, the two-chambered glipher who guarded the Cultivation Style Pavilion. He smiled at Bak Wun. I should do something after being paid for such a long time.

Thus, a battle between a glipher and gliphist against two gliphers took place out of nowhere in an institution of a remote Southary.

Hurry! Bak Wun yelled. He waved the reins in his hands and drove the coach out the back door.

Nobody will leave today, Chan Shue Gun thundered. A strong withered smell spread all over, a depressing scent like rotten leaves. Light screens blocked them and trapped them all in an area one hundred metres wide.

Bak Wuns face fell. Its the Wall Prison gliph! When did he lay the formation?

If the Flames Knife gliph was a gliph that could be tattooed on chambers or turned into a gliph by energliph, then the Wall Prison would be one just for gliphists as it had no effects when tattooed on ones chambers.

Wall Prison was a wall made of gliphs that blocked ones way. It was a basic gliph, but the taller the wall was, the more gliphs one needed to draw. The one currently in front of them was four walls, each a hundred meters tall. Nobody knew when it was made either.

Chan Shue Guns ability was