Chapter 115

Chapter 115

Seeing them chatting happily as if they regretted not meeting earlier made Mo-Yung Kit tremble in anger. As the current talent of the Mo-Yung Clan and the main rival of Ping Ching, Mo-Yung Kit felt that he was the only person qualified to debate with Ping Ching. The scene in front of him was what he had imagined, just that Chui Yim had suddenly replaced him, and he was furious.

I dont care if youre from the Chor Clan, the Tse Clan, or a nobody! Mo-Yung Kit interrupted with a sneer, What makes you think youre qualified to sit here? The Mo-Yung Kit has been a medicinal clan for generations, and we have saved countless lives! Even the Ping Clan has to take us seriously. Who even are you?!

Chui Yim glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. He saw Chan Ngou Tin in Mo-Yung Kit. You said you know medicine? Chui Yim calmly asked. How do you treat the flu or a cold?

Mo-Yung Kit snickered after a short pause. As cultivators, we focus on gliphi

What about sprains and fractures? You claim to be a medicine expert, yet you cant even treat common illnesses. How can you treat gliphers and mend their gliphs if you cant even treat commoners? Your perspective of medicine is wrong to begin with.

Being a glipheon is about being a doctor that can use gliphism as a tool to treat people. How dare you talk loudly in front of me when even your knowledge of the fundamentals is wrong? What nonsense are you speaking?!

Chui Yims words hit Mo-Yung Kit hard, making him fall to the floor weakly. My knowledge of medicine is wrong? Impossible! This has been passed down generation after generation in the Mo-Yung Clan, it cant be wrong! However, Mo-Yung Kit secretly felt that Chui Yim made sense.

Ping Ching stared at Chui Yim as well, shocked. After some time, he said, Brother Chui is indeed well-educated in medicine. Ping Ching is ashamed of himself. Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

Suddenly, a thunderous roar belonging to an angry old man was heard. Who is doubting our Mo-Yung Clans knowledge of medicine?! A needle of light shot towards Chui Yim soundlessly.

Chor Shing Chit jumped up solemnly. A four-chambered glipher!

It was an unassuming yet ruthless attack. If Chor Shing Chit hadnt been from the Chor Clan, an ordinary three-chambered glipher wouldnt have been able to spot the attack. Even so, Chor Shing Chit might get injured if he was too careless in blocking the attack.

Why would I do that? Mo-Yung Sai huffed. The five clans of Southern Ping might not be on good terms, but we are interdependent on one another. On the other hand, this boy who disgraced my clans heritage must be punished. Where will my clan put its face if I let him leave unpunished?

The First Springs Lady hummed in thought, but Ping Ching spoke up. Master, brother Chui has a unique perspective of medicine. Your disciple would like to invite him to the clan and learn from him.

Mister Ping, are you challenging the Mo-Yung Clan publicly with the name of Ping Clan? Mo-Yung Sais face fell after hearing Ping Ching, who had ignored his words.

Since my young master has said so, please take your leave, sir. Hearing Ping Ching, the First Springs Lady spoke without further hesitation.

Do you think the Mo-Yung Clan fears the Ping Clan? Mo-Yung Sais aura turned unfriendly. Leaving you, the First Spring Lady aside, I even dare to fight the Ping Clans elder! You are just a guest elder!

I cant even drink a cup of tea in peace. Before either of them could continue, someone interjected. This voice came from the ground floor, but it sounded like thunder to both Mo-Yung Sai and First Spring Lady. They were very familiar with the voice.

Soon, a man walked up to the top floor. He looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, and Chor Ching Shit could roughly tell that he was around the ten-gliphic stage, which both gliphers could easily kill. Yet, Mo-Yung Sai had an ugly expression, while the First Spring Lady took two steps backwards before bowing respectfully towards him.

Clan leader.

Hmm, the man answered and waved his sleeves, sending out a mild elixir aroma. It was a comfortable smell. He might not have much strength in terms of cultivation, but he was the reigning clan leader of the Ping Clan, Ping Chings father, Ping San Yat.

Father. Ping Ching greeted. I wish to invite brother Chui back home to discuss medicine. His comprehension of it is equivalent to our elders.

Ping Chen was calm as he looked at Chui Yim. He might not be powerful cultivation-wise, but this look made Chui Yims heart pound. It was as if Chui Yim saw a ball of flame in Ping San Yats eyes.