Daily life of a cultivation judge



The demands for cultivating the art was why he who should have lived for 5,000 years ended up living for less than a thousand years. 

But in that thousand years, thanks to the arduous efforts and sacrifice he had put into studying the chrysalis soul incubation art he managed to materialize his soul and separate a part of it which he incubated in his bloodline.

The decree he formulated before his death, was done on the basis of what he had harvested from that art. 

Along with passing the mission from father to son, the memory of that day was passed in word and also in its truest form.

What I told you may have been second-hand information but I think you would believe it if it came from the person himself, my great great grandfather, Tang Niu."

Tang Wenyan immediately began muttering strange incantations which resulted in light grey scripts appearing in his chest. Immediately after a strange sound was produced from the bone. The sound produced was the mix of a bird cry and a flowing river. 

The sound it produced seemed to reverberate with the scripts on Tang Wenyan's chest. Beads of sweat appeared on him as a small red gold droplet congealed together at the center of those scripts. 

The red gold droplet then floated out of his skin as it moved towards the bone and dissolved in it.

Immediately after something that looked like a mirage was produced by the bone.

"This is what my great great grandfather saw that day..." Tang Wenyan said as he gasped for breath.

Whatever he had done seemed to have overdrawn not only his body but also his soul. With someone with just a few years to live, the technique he had just conducted seemed to have strained whatever vitality he had left to the limits.

Yang Qing frowned and immediately flashed and appeared in front of him.

He produced the same droplet from the spring of resplendence that he had used on Li Shu earlier, except this droplet was smaller and the energy contained seemed much milder and gentler.

The instant the droplet fell on Tang Wenyan, his pale skin immediately regained some color, and his labored breaths started to become smoother as energy returned to various parts of his body.

"Have this," Yang Qing said as he stuffed orange-colored ginseng down his mouth before he had a chance to refuse.

After he confirmed Tang Wenyan had swallowed the ginseng, Yang Qing went back to his seat, leaving a wide-eyed Tang Wenyan behind.

"This?!!!!" he stuttered in stupefaction.

The droplet from earlier was miraculous enough as it instantly restored not only his body but every other wound he had ever accumulated, was restored, and the overdraft to his soul was also renewed and restored.

As if that wasn't enough, the ginseng that had just been forced down his throat, seemed to have done even something even more outrageous.

As it stood, he had about 10-12 years to live and after he executed that art, that number went down to about 8, but now after consuming that ginseng he felt like he had more years to live. If he were to put a number on it, it would be about 30 years. He could feel the vibrancy of his blood and his qi, which even translated to his physical body. His cloudy eyes were a bit clearer, and he had a few grey hairs mixed in with the white.

He couldn't help but wonder what miraculous object he had been fed.I think you should take a look at

"Th..ank you.." 

Tang Wenyan offered a deep bow as he said that with a voice chalked with emotion. While he had made his peace with death, and had his affairs settled. Towards the end, anybody would ever and wish for more time, especially if they had something to live for, and Tang Wenyan wasn't different.

He hoped to be around his clan members some more, see if one of his grandchildren had the opportunity of reaching the core formation realm and most of all, he wished to see if the decree issued by his great great grandfather could be fulfilled in his lifetime.

With the Order potentially being involved in the case, maybe it might.

While he still had no idea what his great great grandfather saw that day had to do with the Ice Emerald Sect, the fact that the Order was digging into the affair opened the door to the possibility that what happened to the Shu family may actually have a resolution, and their mission would be done.

Tears couldn't help but form in his eyes as he thought of that.

Meanwhile, the mirage formed from the fusion of the red-gold blood and the grey bone had started to form a clear image. 

The image portrayed was of a clear night sky with the moon out. It was slightly windy as one could see the grass and the leaves rustling as they were being moved by the wind.

The liveliness of the night was in full effect with the twinkling stars in the skies and the insect noises on the ground.

However, an eerie silence immediately invaded the place, as cold frost marks appeared on some of the vegetation on the ground.

Seconds later someone appeared a few hundred meters from the eyeview of what was being projected. Though even at such a distance the features of the person were distinct. They had a pure white robe, grey hair hanging loosely, an oval face with city-toppling beauty that had a coldness to it.

The lady floating above the grounds in the distance had a black mole beneath her right eye. She stared coldly at the ground before her as a cold smirk appeared on her face.

She immediately waved her hand and a young lady who looked to be about fourteen years old floated toward her. 

She had purple hair and jade milk skin. She had a look of primal fear as she floated gently toward the lady in grey. A magnetic force seemed to be pulling her toward the grey-haired lady till her neck was tightly clasped in the lady's hand.

The purple-haired girl tried to struggle free but immediately fell into a daze when the grey-haired lady blew white mist on her face. Immediately after purple and blue flowers started appearing on different parts of her body as they increased in number by the second. With each flower produced, the purple-haired girl seemed to shrink in size.

The grey-haired lady then proceeded to produce a blue-black flame that was the size of a tangerine from her hand and waved it downwards to the buildings below her.

The flame on reaching the ground immediately mushroomed and blanketed every single area that was within the walls of the area she floated above.

"That's the Non-luminous dissecating ghost yin flame.." muttered Wei Ying.

"It seems like it is.." answered Dai Chen with a grim expression on him and the rest of the judges.