Daily life of a cultivation judge

Once he was done with his rehabilitation list, the discussion between him and Ren Shu went full swing. The deeper the discussion went the more Yang Qing felt he had made the right choice in coming to Ren Shu for guidance, and the bonus of having Shao An there too who had sinsights of his own to share.

The discussion went on for close to eight hours. By the the left, it was close to dusk. He was grinning from ear to ear because of the fruits of that discussion. If before he only had a hazy string of ideas on what to do for Ma Yuan and his daughter for the one-year period that they were around, he now had a clear structured plan, and that plan left him buzzing as it one of it involved doing one of the things he loved, deciphering cultivation arts.

"Will I be able to cup with one that is at least at the orange grade before the year is up?" he excitedly muttered.

Ma Yuan's body was being transformed by the aura around his abode and the relationships and interconnections he had created there. Yang Qing was just borrowing that force to streamline the process. However, a complete and thorough transformation of his entire body and essence to adapt to his missing core and dantian would take time.

One year wasn't nearly enough tfor that. Ma Yuan would have to continue with the regimen after he left Yang Qing's abode and without Yang Qing or his aura being there to guide the process for him, he would need alternative means and the best means Yang Qing could think of was a cultivation art that did precisely that. A cultivation art built on the subtle relationship between Ma Yuan and the grounds he worked. Only this way would, as he circulated the art, would his body eventually get transformed completely.

Yang Qing wasn't sure how long it would take, but he had a feeling it would take at least 100 years. The timefrcould lessen if the cultivation art was good. Other than the cultivation art, he would also have to find a medium to store his essence, since his essence was the glue that held everything together.

Yang Qing could feel his spirits stirring at the thought of creating a cultivation art. He had evolved a couple of cultivation arts over the years with his greatest work being the Brilliant ray fist art, which was a blue-grade art that he evolved from a low-tier orange-grade art. But building one from scratch was something he hadn't tried yet.

He had entertained the thought over the years but with the Order working him like a dog, and his attention that countless things could easily sway, he never got around to it. But now he did, and he couldn't help but feel excited.

Why did cultivators cultivate and pursue great heights?

Sdid so to change their fates, others to be more powerful, others to shed off their mortal coils in pursuit of immortality, and others to preserve or start a legacy, as for Yang Qing, one was self-preservation and the other was how his spirit would stir every the delved to the mysteries and profundities of dao.

The world it showed him was truly breathtaking and he kept wanting to see more and one of the best ways of diving into the depths of Dao was through cultivation arts. Be it creating them, evolving some, or cultivating the arts themselves, one of the best gate passes to the doors of Dao was through them.

''I wonder if Ma Yuan and his daughter have already left the abode?" Yang Qing wondered as he looked at the setting sun on the horizon.

"If they are not around, I may as well check if Grandpa is around. I need his help too in the plans ahead..'

Yang Qing passed by the tranquil lotus pond to check in on Ma Yuan and Ma Ling and found they had not arrived yet. Missing them, he made a beeline to another location. It was a green courtyard filled with all manner of herbs and spirit beasts that had not yet awakened their sentience and a bunch of old men arguing with bluster, threatening to cto blows as they huddled together staring fervently at a cauldron that had a potion that looked like it was fashioned for melting a cultivator's body.

Yang Qing let out an exasperated sigh as he searched for the loudest old man from the sea of old men.

"Should I just go back? I don't really need his help, do I?" he added as he spotted his grandfather who was yelling, with spittle flying over at the sthe still managed to mix in a crazy boisterous laugh in there when he saw their 'potion' change colors before he quickly switched to arguing smore.

Yang Qing resigned to the situation walked over long enough for his grandfather to notice his presence.

"Qing'er! Qing'er! Is that you? What are you doing here? When did you cback? Chere quick!! We have just created a new potion. It's able to help a mortal jump from a mortal body to the silver refining stage in two weeks. I am calling the silver phoenix potion.." his grandfather said with smugness evident in his tone that was soon cut short when the other old men within his group hurriedly interrupted.

"Who agreed on calling it that?! As one of the people who cup with the stabilizing part of the potion, I should be the one to nit. What silver phoenix potion. A nlike that makes it sound like it's a potion for making the skin smoother. A potion like this needs something more domineering, like the spit of the dragon roar.."

"SPIT OF THE DRAGON ROAR?! Are you mad? Who would want to use a potion with a nlike that? They would flee to the ends of the earth. It makes my skin crawl with disgust just thinking about it.."

"This is just the reaction I'd expect from a dainty person like yourself Ol' Yang Fen..."

"You, Ol' Chen, let's go to the combat arena. I'll turn you into that dragon spit you seem to like so much.."

"You think I'm afraid of you Ol' Fen. Maybe you might have a chance at rebirth from the beating I'm going to give you. Let's go.."

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