Chapter 123

Chapter 123

Hearing Ping San Yat, the teenager bowed and stepped back. However, Chui Yim was utterly confused when their eyes met.

Ive never met this guy before, why is he looking at me like I stole his girlfriend?

After the teenager stepped back, another elder stepped up. Unlike the teenager, Chui Yim recognised this elder; it was Old Chan whom he met in the morning. With a cold glare, Old Chan spoke, Clan leader, please rethink your decision! Hes an outsider, and its better to kill someone by mistake than to risk the culprit escaping!

What nonsense are you saying! Before Ping San Yat or Ping Cheng Sau could reply, an angry voice rang out, and Old Chan was flung against the wall before he realised it.

The Ping Clan members were about to yell and take action, but when they saw who it was, they only gulped and lowered their heads, staring at their feet as if there was a profound, magical gliph on the floor.

With Old Chans status in the clan, it had been decades since anyone dared to beat him up. Which damned idiot Boiling in anger, he turned around, cursing hard only to see an old man standing where he was earlier, glaring at him fiercely.

Go on! I dare you!

But nobody uttered a word. Because that old man was Ping Chi.



Ping Chi was a special existence in the Ping Clan. Putting aside his medical contributions, as Ping San Yat, their clan leaders master, he was respected by countless people in Southern Ping. He was also a hundred-gliphic gliphist, the best expert of alchemy and medicine in the Ping Clan. It could be said that he was responsible for more than half the clans foundation in alchemy and medicine. Ping San Yats status in the Ping Clan was nowhere close to Ping Chis. Ping Chi was respected for his selfless contributions to medicine and alchemy, while people respected Ping San Yat due to his background.

Why arent you letting him go?! Ping Chi glared at Ping San Yat unhappily.

Ping San Yat coughed and turned towards Ping Cheng Sau, who answered awkwardly. Great master Ping Chi He No matter what, this boy is still a suspect.

Are you crazy? Ping Chi stepped forward and poked Ping Cheng Saus forehead. Did you become retarded because I stopped scolding you these few years? Which part of let him go did you not understand?

It was Ping Ching.



In the Mo-Yung Clan, Mo-Yung Yin sat on his chair, sipping his tea quietly.

It wasnt any ordinary tea; it was made of a superior gliphic plant: peaceful leaves. It was harvested from a danger zone in the North. The peaceful tea was a top-notch cultivation supplement that aided enlightenment. Next to Mo-Yung Yin was Mo-Yung Kit, drinking the same tea.

Mo-Yung Kit was Mo-Yung Yins direct disciple! The long term consumption of peaceful tea helped enlighten him to make the hallucination elixir. With Mo-Yung Yins status, he had numerous people under him, and rare items like the peaceful tea were nothing special to him.

Master That lowly kid with the surname Chui Mo-Yung Kit spoke, hatred washing over his face.

But Mo-Yung Yun didnt even spare him a look, taking another sip. Calm down, calm down. You must understand this. As a doctor, you will be ruined if you cant control your emotions.

Your disciple understands. Mo-Yung Kit looked up and took a deep breath.

Mo-Yung Yin glanced at Mo-Yung Kit. He placed his cup down and only continued slowly after ensuring that Mo-Yung Yin had calmed down. The Ping Clan is protecting that kid, we cant do anything to him yet. But why care about what that kid says? He doubted our medicinal knowledge, but look at your masterIm already a divine doctor. This is enough to prove him wrong.

Your disciple is at fault. His evil words wont sway me! Mo-Yung Kit looked down guiltily.

Im glad you understand. Focus on the Outstanding Talent Competition. Mo-Yung Yin nodded. Mo-Yung Kit turned serious at the mention of the competition. For this competition, your master has paid a huge price. Im confident in you, Ping Ching has yet to break through and isnt as strong in alchemy as you, and nobody else in the younger generation can compare to you in medicine.

I wont let master down! Mo-Yung Kit nodded and bowed.

This clan will be yours in the future as well as all of Southern Ping. Mo-Yung Yin smiled thinly. Mo-Yung kit looked up, his face red in excitement at the thought of him being the ruler of Southern Ping, together with all five clans!

I, Mo-Yung Kit, will definitely win!