Daily life of a cultivation judge



Ma Yuan couldn't replicate their quality with even three or four spiritual herbs, let alone match the thousands of herbs in each field.

He couldn't help but be awed by the scenery before him. It took great skill beyond his imagination to achieve such results. From the quality, down to how they were even able to grow a huge variety of spiritual herbs in a single field.

From his experience, spiritual herbs were similar to spirit beasts. They would always try to dominate one another in competition for territory, and the higher the quality of the spiritual plant, the higher the odds something like that would happen.

A top-quality spiritual herb would stifle the growth of other spiritual herbs around it, and those that do grow around it, are 'slaves' to that one herb. All they do is provide resources for it to grow stronger, but all around, Ma Yuan saw countless herbs growing together, of similar quality.

"We are headed this way.." Yang Qing said pulling him out of his stupor as he pointed to their left.

Along the way, Ma Yuan was repeatedly awed. He had lost count of the number of times he had released gasps of shock, or his eyes widening at something he thought impossible.

Mixed with the fields were beautifully crafted courtyards and pavilions made of wood. He had no idea of the material, but the craftmanship, detail, and care were the same level as the care and attention afforded to the spiritual herbs.

He saw countless cultivators rushing about to the different courtyards and pavilions, whilst some made their way to the countless fields and natural forests around them.

Every one of those cultivators had the same colored robe, which was a robe that had a mix of green and yellow.

Ma Yuan assumed them to be the workers of the place, because of the rich herbal scent wafting from their bodies, and they all seemed to have a similar quality to them, something he had detected from Yang Qing too, when he was being healed by him, an abundant gentle breadth of life.

Ma Yuan managed to spot what he presumed were patients outside of the courtyards they passed by. However, he was surprised to find they were not from the Order. Their robes varied in colors along with the emblem on them.

He recognized the symbols of some of them as some belonged to merchant organizations and sects from outside the Order, while some as an itinerant cultivator himself, he could recognize one of his own at a glance.

"Wondering why there are outsiders here?" Yang Qing calmly asked to Ma Yuan's puzzled look, who nodded at Yang Qing's question.

"Well, the valley offers treatment to outsiders at an affordable rate. One is to create goodwill, the other, its experience and exposure.." Yang Qing softly said as he admired the youths rushing about.

If it wasn't for their ruthless working schedule, he may have been one of them.

"Experience?"

"Yes, for them.." Yang Qing said as he pointed to the young cultivators in green robes.

"For them to grow into their talents, they need as much hands-on experience as they can, and well when it comes to us, sadly they may not get it, because any injuries and maladies we get are bound to be something beyond their means to handle, which is why we accept those from outside the order to be purposefully handled by them.

The number of patients they handle will never dwindle, and the cases will be varied because their patients are all from all different walks of life, from different regions around the continent, each with their own medical story waiting for the young practitioners of the Medical Valley of the Order to unravel.

They get exposed to all sorts of scenarios and maladies, some common, some strange, some easy, some complicated, some known, some unknown, and in that storm, they slowly find their way as they slowly build on what they know, to the point they get skilled enough to handle injuries capable enough of putting someone from the Order, down.."

"And now we are going to see one of those who passed through that storm, to an even bigger one. They are the ones handling your daughter's case, and she couldn't be in finer hands.." Yang Qing added with a soft smile on his face.

"Thank you...." Ma Yuan said with a bit of relief, though he still seemed worried. But seeing the countless patients around him, coming in and coming out better, helped ease his growing tensions.

They went past a few more courtyards, pavilions, stone bridges, and meandering paths before they stopped before they stopped at a road path that had the sign 

'Coalescing tranquility rivers of healing'

The sunlight seemed dimmer, and the wind seemed cooler. The region was welcomed by a canopy of lush forests and gently flowing sounds of a river, though, from the sounds, Ma Yuan felt it was more than one, which proved to be true when he saw four rivers meandering through the forest they were walking through, combine into one congruent point then split up into four from that point.

That central point had a three-story pavilion built above what seemed to be a white lotus. The pavilion was built in the shape of a turtle, which made it meld with its surroundings perfectly.

The region was tranquil and relaxing. 

"Follow my exact steps.." Yang Qing said as he stepped onto one hyacinth flower at the congruent point. There were thousands of them in there, all identical to a tee.

Ma Yuan nodded, as he followed Yang Qing's lead. It took them ten minutes to reach the pavilion, despite it looking like it was less than a hundred meters from them.

When they reached the pavilion, Yang Qing led him to a small turtle head at the entrance where he input his qi, and a short teleportation array, appeared, which transferred them into a room that had a lady, a fifteen-year-old girl asleep encased in a white liquid filled with ruins.

The white liquid seemed to be a cultivation spell produced by a young lady with green robes standing next to the sleeping fifteen-year-old girl.

Ma Yuan's pupils trembled, his lips shaking as he muttered,

"Ma Ling.."