Daily life of a cultivation judge



Guo Mei and the other five elders all looked tense as they faced Yang Qing. Because they were in such close proximity to him, they could distinctly feel his overwhelming presence, more so the white flames.

Even the flames were contained on the bamboo Yang Qing was holding and in his eyes, each one of them felt those flames were capable of incinerating the skies, the ground, the rivers and oceans out of existence within an instant.

They felt their skin and their innards being boiled just from being in close proximity to him, in addition the flame seemed to have a suppressive effect to their yin based attributes and even an extreme purifying effect.

They could finally understand why their sect master seem to have a hard time healing her current wounds even though they were not deep.

A sizzling sound along with mist was constantly being produced from the areas on her hands that had been burned, and when they looked at Yang Qing, unlike their sect master who had burn marks spread about her hands, Yang Qing looked perfectly unharmed without a hair out of place.

Just as they were sizing Yang Qing, Yang Qing was doing the same, but in his case, all he saw when he looked at them were their crimes and the blood on their hands, also because of his yin yang jade bones, and the yang white flames he was coated in, he could detect something else.

The sect master was flanked to the left and to her right by three elders respectively. All of them had the same white hair, and matchless beauty that would stand out anywhere within the continent.

However, Yang Qing, all he felt when he saw them was revulsion and the urge to incinerate them out of existence.

They may look beautiful, aloof and unconcerned with mundane affairs, but the seven of them as per what they had dug up had slaughtered millions which each numbering at least hundreds of thousands of victims. 

There was also the fact that Yang Qing could tell they had all cultivated the non luminous dissecting ghost yin flames. 

Half of the charges filed against them was because of the seven of them.

From the left to the right was; Fu Ning, Su Zhu, Mo Xiang, Zhao Ju, Guo Mei, Xie Liqiu and finally Qin Zhilan.

Of the seven Zhao Ju was at the third stage of the palace realm, followed by Guo Mei who was at the second stage of the palace realm while the rest were all at the first stage of the palace realm.

Fu Ning and Su Zhu were the weakest, more so the former who based on her fluctuations seemed to have broken through to the palace realm within two years or less. She had yet to get a complete grasp on the abilities of a palace realm expert.

The key to breaking through to the palace realm was to have a grasp of a certain type of Dao and your understanding of that Dao needed to reach a certain threshold before it triggered the tribulation lightning for breaking through to the palace realm.

That threshold was understanding the Dao enough for it to be sublimated into the core, which then triggers the tribulation lightning that melts out your core in the process into something else, something capable of housing your Dao.

That structure was called a palace, and its purpose was to house and nurture the Dao. So the whole palace realm involved nurturing your Dao. The more you nurture it, the stronger your Dao becomes and your understanding of it and your integration of it, which comes into play in the combat abilities of a palace realm expert.

The reason a palace realm expert could effortlessly defeat over a hundred peak core formation experts within an instant was because their attacks had a bit of their Dao infused in their attack.

As long as an attack infused with Dao it was like taking a regular knife, soaking it in the blood of a dragon, remold it with precious metals and have a legendary blacksmith work on it for years till it was sharp enough to split a river in half from a casual swing.

Dao amplified the magnitude and power that one could display from a particular cultivation art or spell. Two cultivators could be practicing the same technique, and have the same level of understanding toward it, however if one of them had even the tiniest bit of Dao infused into that technique when they executed, it creates a monumental difference, since fabric of the world is built from many Daos intertwined together, and whoever has a grasp on it, is able to influence and even borrow its force.

This was why, even after Yang Qing and Sect Master Zhao Ju had taken a brief pause in their attacks, the effects still remained.

The air was covered in streaks of flames in some places, and in others it was frosting with ice.

In general fights between palace realm cultivators usually boiled down to three things; the grade of the art they practiced, because usually the better the grade the better it was on drawing the power of Dao,

the quality of their Dao, and finally their understanding of their Dao which influences the quantity of the Dao they can infuse into their arts.

All three of these things are usually interlinked which was why Yang Qing remained unperturbed even when facing seven palace realm experts. 

He may be just at the first stage, but he dwarfed them in terms of the grade of the art he cultivated, and the quality of his Dao, and when it came to his understanding of his Dao, he had three cheats already; the incomplete purple grade art that by increased his understanding Dao the more he became familiar with it, the peerless Yin Yang jade bones that improved one's attunement to the Dao related to the physique, and he had the Order and the numerous instructors with unfathomable insights about the intricacies of Dao to no end.

Though even with all his advantages, Yang Qing wasn't complacent in the least. His opponents were people who had been robbing physiques, who knew what they did with them, and there was also the fact that he could feel something insidious within all of them that seemed to have some ties with the Wisteria tree below them that was strong enough to isolate their founder from all their spiritual sense.

"The sooner I end this the better.." Yang Qing thought as the flames in his eyes and bamboo stick flickered. 

The moment they did, he seemed to have disappeared from the spot with the flickering and reappeared next to Fu Ning, who was the weakest of the bunch.