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 n 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 reced him, and he was furious.
I dont care if youre from the Chor n, the Tse n, 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 n for generations, and we have saved countless lives! Even the Ping n has to take us seriously. Who even are you?!
Chui Yim nced 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 im to be a medicine expert, yet you cant even treatmon illnesses. How can you treat gliphers and mend their gliphs if you cant even treatmoners? <strong>Your perspective of medicine is wrong to begin with.</strong>
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 n, 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.
Suddenly, a thunderous roar belonging to an angry old man was heard. Who is doubting our Mo-Yung ns knowledge of medicine?! A needle of light shot towards Chui Yim soundlessly.
Chor Shing Chit jumped up solemnly. <em>A four-chambered glipher!</em>
It was an unassuming yet ruthless attack. If Chor Shing Chit hadnt been from the Chor n, 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.
<em>Hes nning to kill Chui Yim!</em>
But before Chor Shing Chit could respond, a simrly old yet gentle female voice rang out. Attacking a junior despite your standing as a four-chambered glipher. So this is the noble Mo-Yung n, huh?
An invisible force appeared from nowhere and met the needle of light, both attacks destroying each other. When everybody regained their senses, they saw two figures on the stairs. An elderly man and an olddy.
The elderly man looked healthy despite his snow-white hair. He stared at Chui Yim evilly while the elderly woman held onto a short staff, unfazed.
Everyone present held their breath on seeing them.
They were both four-chambered gliphers! A single four-chambered glipher could conquer Southary, yet there were already two in front of them in Southern Ping!
Elder Sai. Mo-Yung Kit regained his senses and greeted the elderly man.
His name was Mo-Yung Sai; he was an elder of the Mo-Yung n and Mo-Yung Kits gliphism master. What an embarrassment! Losing your cool after just a few words? Are you worthy of the Mo-Yung surname? Return to the n now!
With a shudder, Mo-Yung Kit lookedplicatedly at Ping Ching and Chui Yim before leaving the restaurant.
The Ping n is indeed careful to send the famous First Spring Lady as their disciples bodyguard, Mo-Yung Sai nced at thedy and spoke coldly, and the elderly woman replied in kind.
Isnt it the same for the Mo-Yung n who sent an elder? If I wasnt here, I wonder who would be a shameless bully to pick on the weak and take my n members life.
Why would I do that? Mo-Yung Sai huffed. The five ns 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 ns heritage must be punished. Where will my n 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 n and learn from him.
Mister Ping, are you challenging the Mo-Yung n publicly with the name of Ping n? 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 n fears the Ping n? Mo-Yung Sais aura turned unfriendly. Leaving you, the First Spring Lady aside, I even dare to fight the Ping ns 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.
n leader.
Hmm, the man answered and waved his sleeves, sending out a mild elixir aroma. It was afortable smell. He might not have much strength in terms of cultivation, but he was the reigning n leader of the Ping n, Ping Chings father, Ping San Yat.
Father. Ping Ching greeted. I wish to invite brother Chui back home to discuss medicine. Hisprehension 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 me in Ping San Yats eyes.