Night of the Broken Gliph

Chan Shue Gun’s state had always been a mystery. Even Kot Chi Sing, who spent so many years in the Chan Clan, knew nothing about it. But now, Chan Shue Gun was fighting with all his strength, which revealed that he was a nine-gliphic state gliphist.  

He was just a step away from becoming a ten-gliphic state gliphist—a half-stage ten-gliphic gliphist! 

Nine gliph strings were drawn simultaneously, but the gliph wasn’t completed immediately as expected since the gliph Chan Shue Gun was drawing was complicated. 

The green gliph strings moved rapidly, and the gliph would soon be completed. Everyone present, including Chui Yim couldn’t identify the gliph he was drawing. Only Chor Shing Chit, who watched seriously, slowly reached out for his chest. 

There hung a black-coloured jade pendant, but it was so dark that it went unnoticed by many. As soon as he did so, an item appeared in front of him. It was something that made Chui Yim widen his eyes in disbelief. 

That…

The item was a simple, pitch-black rod with a cloud-like pattern in the middle. Chor Shing Chit reached out for the item calmly with his right hand covering the pattern. 

Buzz…

He inserted energliph into the gliph weapon. The cloud-like pattern disappeared, only to be replaced with numerous gliphs instead. This was the first gliph weapon Chui Yim had made with Kiu Chi Gong back then, the Fallen Star’s Rod. 

So the gliph weapon ended up with Mr Chor? 

Chor Shing Chit’s ability increased explosively with the gliph weapon in his hand. He was a prime example of why it was said that an excellent gliph weapon would make a glipher’s strength skyrocket. A good gliph weapon could help a glipher increase their strength significantly, and a suitable gliph weapon was even better. 

The Fallen Star’s Rod suited Chor Shing Chit a lot. With the rod, Chor Shing Chit’s aura grew more complex, as if it was growling violently. Despite Chor Shing Chit getting ready with the gliph weapon, Chan Shue Gun didn’t pay any attention to him. He needed time to draw his gliphs, and he focused solely on the gliph even though he had already researched this gliph many decades ago. The last time he used it as a gliph was more than ten years ago. 

Gliphists could use the innumerable gliphs in this world, but gliphs were just like words. There were words that we weren’t familiar with too, and you could write the ones that you were familiar with faster than those you weren’t. So gliphists always had their signature gliphs, just like Man Chin Hung, who had the Embroidered Scenery and Thousand Miles Layered Yarn gliphs.

These signature gliphs represented the gliphist like their brand, as it would surely be the gliphist’s strongest attack, also known as their personal gliph. The gliph that Chan Shue Gun had just finished drawing was his personal gliph, An Old Tree’s Coiled Roots gliph. 

A complicated gliph formed and solidified in the air. Drawn with dark green ink, the gliph that the strings criss-crossed against looked just like a giant tree, and its roots were even deeper. 

An Old Tree’s Coiled Roots wasn’t a rare gliph, but it was certainly beyond a basic gliph. Some gliphers tattooed it on their feet so that they could stand firmly on the ground and make their feet as strong as tree bark, impervious to swords and spears. 

If a gliphist drew this with his energliph, it was a strong gliph that could both defend, attack, and controlling the enemy. The gliph activated as the tree roots drilled into the ground.

Boom! 

The ground split open, and numerous roots grew continuously out of the ground. Roots shot out from below towards Chor Shing Chit like wooden pythons. 

Chor Shing Chit remained silent and half squatted, the rod behind him and his left hand in front. As soon as the roots struck towards him, Chor Shing Chit attacked. 

Boom!

The thunderous Fallen Star’s Rod looked like a feather when Chor Shing Chit waved it around. But when it turned into a black shadow and smashed onto the roots, the roots turned into powder, disappearing and showing how powerful the rod was. 

But no reaction was seen on Chan Shue Gun’s face. He kept his poker face as always. Roots grew all over the place, striking towards Chor Shing Chit. 

Chor Shing Chit had excellent control over the rod; the pitch-black Fallen Star’s Rod turned into a black mirage that encircled his body. The dull noise of rod striking rang out, and none of the roots was able to reach him.