Night of the Broken Gliph

Chapter 590

However, Chui Yim was oblivious to Siu Fu’s calls as he currently had his full focus on forging. Let alone a conversation, he wouldn’t even notice if somebody was about to assassinate him right now.

Chui Yim threw the item into the cauldron and… boom!!!

After six hours of accumulation under the hands of a blacksmith who used Heaven’s Flame from his heart chamber and Fury from his right arm chamber, the flame in the cauldron was among the most ferocious and unrivaled in the world. Despite the corpse’s extraordinary nature, it couldn’t escape the fate of being consumed by flames.

Huff…

It could be seen through the lid of the cauldron that flame was flaring up! The item thrown into the cauldron was the Nether Flame Jade from Farmer Siu!

Nether Flame Jade was an extremely rare and precious natural treasure. It was said that Nether Flame Jade only formed in places with abundant negative energy yet contained earth fire. In the past few hundred years, there was only one report of Nether Flame Jade appearing at the end of the Red River, the land of corpses. It was formed by absorbing the negative energy of the Red River and nurtured by the earth fire.

If Heaven’s Flame represented the most positive flame in the world, then Nether Flame would be the most negative flame in the world. Despite it being a flame, it was greatly suitable for negative-attribute cultivators. Even if the jade wasn’t used to craft a weapon, just possessing it would help increase the cultivator’s cultivation speed!

This was exactly why Clan Leader Chung went wild upon sensing the aura of this precious treasure.

However, it was thrown into the cauldron mercilessly by Chui Yim to be melted under the great heat into a blue liquid. It then took the form of a blue flame shortly after, and Chui Yim diverted his focus to control it.

The Nine Levels of Heaven’s Flame could control all types of flame in the world, and this style was created by his master, meant for forging. Since having good control of flame was essential for forging, it seemed like he accidentally helped Chui Yim’s control over flame reach an uncanny level where he was even able to control a piece of jade that was now in liquid form!

The liquid covered the entire black bone blade under Chui Yim’s control.

Boom boom boom boom!

Staggering, Chui Yim rapidly stuffed five returning spirit pills into his mouth as his flaming hair grew out uncontrollably. However, he ignored the changes to his body and made another mark again.

Nine Levels of Fire Mark, third mark!

Boom!

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The Heaven Jade Tower was the main landmark of Hidden Vanguard City. Towering about the city lord’s residence, it was the most sacred place to all water-casters of the world.

The city welcomed numerous water-casters who came to rent rooms for forging purposes.

The tower became a sacred place for water-casters because it was entirely constructed of Ice Jade, significantly enhancing their chances of successfully crafting weapons, and this was behind the success of many water-casters!

Today was not like any other day though.

All of a sudden, the smiths in the tower looked at their glacier bench in horror. Those who were in the process of casting were affected by the extreme movement of energy, coughed blood, and collapsed to the ground.

Interrupting smiths during their weapon crafting was as serious as a cultivator going berserk while practising the Self Winding Wheel. They were prone to major incidents.

“What’s going on!?”

The sight of water-casters coughing up blood caused a commotion in the Heaven Jade Tower. Countless people rushed out, gathering around and looking everywhere as if trying to identify who had caused the intense fluctuations. Just then, a voice rang out, "Everyone, calm down."

The voice was as cold as ice, bringing a bone-chilling frost, yet it was not unpleasant. It felt like a refreshing coolness that suddenly washed over someone during unbearable heat.

Subconsciously, the crowd turned towards the flight of stairs to find a man walking down peacefully. This was a special staircase, leading to the ninth floor of the Heaven Jade Tower.

It was special because only a few were capable of taking this flight of stairs, and the man was obviously one of them.

“Greetings, Master Mok.” The crowd turned to him with respect.

“Master Mok!”

“This fluctuation… perhaps Master Mok has reached the divine state?”

The crowd was discussing among themselves in low voices as if speaking loudly would disrespect Master Mok. He was dressed in an aqua-blue robe, his black hair flowing down his shoulders, a cold aura accompanying him as he moved. This was Mok Ching Sau, the person who created water-casting.

Mok Ching Sau was looking downwards, as if staring at the ground blankly.

In fact, he was staring at an ignition room underground, yet he was unable to figure out what caused the huge energy movement inside.

“There's a significant change coming…” Mok Ching Sau muttered to himself, as if singing softly. “The world’s going to welcome another divine weapon.”

The entire Heaven Jade Tower started shaking violently as if proving him right.

“What’s going on!?”

“Oh my god! Look over there!”

“Where? Oh my… look here…”

It didn’t matter which side they were referring to, because they could see with their own eyes that the tower made of Ice Jade was slowly melting…

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Boom boom boom boom!

Sounds constantly emitted through the cauldron as if something was struggling in it!

Chui Yim remained indifferent, but his muscular body was now drenched in sweat, looking like he had just finished a swim. His wild flame-like hair fluttered incessantly in the wind, but he paid no attention to it as he glared at the cauldron.

The deep blue flaming liquid covered the entire blade of black bone. It looked like there was a ball of burning, deep blue fire on the giant blade made of bone.

“Siu Fu, blood!” Chui Yim yelled suddenly, and Siu Fu did as told, cutting a wound in his finger despite feeling complicated about what he was about to do.

A drop of essence shot out of his hands into the cauldron! As if containing great power, it passed through endless fire and landed on the black spine remains.

Just then, Chui Yim took a deep breath.

“Extinguish!”

The moment he said this, the lid opened up.

The fire that had been burning for the past six hours was swallowed this moment, and Chui Yim flushed red, seeming like he was suffering from great pain. He even fell to the ground.

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Siu Fu couldn’t care about Chui Yim. All his attention was on the blade hanging in mid-air.

The blue flame that was originally flowing seemed to be frozen, and the entire weapon resembled a ball of blue flame combined with a huge blue jade piece. The edge of the flames were the sharpest part of its blade, and the pitch-black spine was locked inside this blue jade.

Siu Fu felt a subtle yet undeniable connection between himself and the weapon, intimate, almost as if it was a part of his own body.

He subconsciously put his right hand out, and as if sensing his call, the weapon fell into his hand.

The weapon fit perfectly in his hands, leaving not the slightest gap. The handle was even shaped like a curved human hand with five fingers, each perfectly fitting his own. When he activated his energliph, the weapon lit up, and the stagnant flames started moving once again.

The flames weren’t hot, but emitted chilliness.

This chilliness surged up to the roof.

The flame that was about to burn everything extinguished immediately, and the entire space became extra cold, just like it was shrouded in the cold, lonely night. This weapon left chills in all living things that looked at it.

Siu Fu stared at the weapon, his face reflecting in the cold, blue flame. “From today onward, you will be called Lonely Night,” he whispered to himself.