Daily life of a cultivation judge



After ten minutes he was done, and unlike what he would normally do which was hurrying back to his abode or to the restaurant the moment he finished his work, Yang Qing uncharacteristically offered to do more, by assisting some of the physicians in their cases, which eventually led him all the way to the second floor that had the highest number of patients around.

Those housed there were cultivators in the foundation establishment realm. In terms of scale, the number of foundation establishment cultivators around the continent was the highest in number when tallied by realm.

Their bodies were much sturdier and their lifespans longer, and breaking through to reach it was easy, even easier than cultivating a gold body, of course, that only applied when one was forming the lowest grade pillar, the white pillar. 

Most cultivators opted for this route, they didn't care much about reaching the peak of cultivation or having sturdy foundations, all they wanted was the long lifespan and durability afforded to cultivators the moment they made it to the foundation establishment realm.

From the moment you broke through to the foundation establishment realm regardless of the grade of pillar you had, your body was immune to all mundane diseases, it was impervious to the elements and change in weather, it was sturdy enough to block iron-based weapons, and even those made of the finest steel, one had enough strength to lift five elephants without breaking a sweat, they could run for 100 kilometers without fatigue setting in, and all their senses were amplified to match that of predators.

Even though they couldn't guarantee their lives in most places due to the chaotic and brutal nature of a cultivation world, as long as their luck wasn't bad, they didn't try to compete for resources and just lived simple secluded lives, their chances of living out the rest of their lives were higher than those in the qi refinement realm and below.

However, ironically, it also had the highest toll of recorded injuries and deaths. When one reaches the foundation establishment realm, one can qualitatively feel a difference that one wouldn't feel in the first two realms. That difference would incite something in them, a hunger to grow, to be more powerful, an intoxicating curiosity if the higher one moves, the better the rewards they will reap.

It was like a cat that had only been eating grasshoppers and butterflies for the longest time finally eating a lizard, then eventually it gets its paws and teeth on an unsuspecting bird. From the moment it eats the bird, it will never return to its grasshopper-eating days and would rather lick its fur than eat one.

For those in the foundation establishment realm, once they feel the power coursing through their body and how the world seems to change around them, for some, a fire is lit in them to seek higher heights, which then prompts them to expose themselves to all sorts of dangers in a bid to seek resources to improve their cultivation bases, this is especially the case from rogue cultivators, or cultivators coming from low ranked sects, or those without enough talent to stand out so they have to put themselves in risk to try and overturn their dealt hands.

No matter the reason, this almost always ends up with them injured or worse, and because the pool of foundation establishment cultivators around the continent is the highest, it means the percentage of injured cultivators within that realm is also the highest.

The Order offers one of the cheapest and most standardized plans when it offers its services, especially when it comes to those in the foundation establishment realm, which is why most who get injured choose to come here even if they belong to a clan or a sect, where they may get healed for free if they're valued or their injuries aren't severe. But even for those valued, some opt to visit the Medicine Valley, because the quality of treatment is guaranteed and the cost is affordable.

Their numbers never dwindle, even with a couple of fully stacked pavilions and courtyards handling their cases. Yang Qing riding the sense of accomplishment he felt from the 60 cases, decided to lend his hand to them for a few hours to help alleviate their burden.

One and a half hours in, the young physicians looked at him with awe-filled eyes, and Yang Qing the glutton for admiration that he was, used every trick to push it even further.

"Mmph, after this, I want to see what stories of me will float around. Maybe Saint Hands Yang Qing, Death Stop Yang Qing, Shining Flame Yang Qing..hehehe, I can't wait. But for that to happen I need to dazzle the new recruits.

Young ones, my saintly reputation depends on you.."

To further this agenda he even circulated his cultivation art to the extreme creating a universal light radiant glow around, and when he felt that wasn't enough he triggered the runes in his bones that were formed when he broke through to the peerless jade physique, to make his skin glow with an ethereal charm. 

It seemed to work as there were gasps all around, which he pretended he didn't notice as he wore a fake austere and concerned look when he went to work on the next patient which was a young boy of about 17 years with a  cultivation base that was at the third stage of the foundation establishment realm.

He was a disciple of a rank 5 sect, called the Rhino Silver Blade Sect. They were known for their sturdy defenses. They got attacked by bandits as he and his master were headed for an annual combat competition hosted by a local merchant company around their region.

They fended off the attackers, but they were both injured severely with the young cultivator having been poisoned with an arrow coated with ash made from invasive bane juniper tree. If infected by the ash, the victim would get paralyzed from having his qi made heavier by the ash, which then blocks and hardens the cultivator's meridians and even their blood vessels, asphyxiating them to death.

A branch inquisitor found them and had them sent over to the valley. The treatment for the poisoning was to drain them entirely of their qi, along with submerging them in a pond filled with glitter line leeches that would suck any ash that was in the bloodstream.

The ash had already been eliminated all that was left was restoring the qi. They had already finished with the master, and only the young boy was left.

Yang Qing smiled kindly at the young boy who was yet another awe-filled victim of Yang Qing.

However, the moment Yang Qing produced the spring of resplendence, something was triggered from within the boy's body, and whatever it was made Yang Qing's pupils flicker with a black and white radiance, without him knowing, and within the deepest recess of his palace realm, the jade tree flickered.