Daily life of a cultivation judge

"You may think your circumstances are different than theirs but let me ask you this, if you're so sure the fire adler bear will attack you how come it hasn't done so before? Even without reaching the domain realm as a peak palace stage spirit beast, it has the capital to attack you while guaranteeing its life.

In all the time you have been here have you seen it attack you?" asked Yang Qing.

He also wanted to include the obsidian serpents to make his point but considering how they recently massacred the two princes and royal guards, he decided against it.

The room sunk in silence before the king finally spoke up.

"As king, I have to prepare for the worst.." he sighed.

Yang Qing's words were logical and had sound reasoning, but he, those around him at the table down to even the civilian selling pork skewers at a roadside stall, no matter their stations or cultivation bases, as long they were citizens of the Deer Mountain Kingdom they would all be wary of spirit beasts, especially the powerful ones.

The kingdom walls were painted with the bloody memories of how their kingdom almost fell several times over to spirit beast stampedes. They had seen their brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers, best friends, and neighbors get eaten or shredded apart by a spirit beast.

After all they had experienced it was second nature for them to assume a spirit beast would target them for little to no reason though granted one of the spirit beast stampedes they had experienced was because they had trudged upon their territories when they were trying to consolidate all the lands and bring it firmly under their grasp.

The storm that was triggered by it shook the kingdom to its very core and the price they paid wasn't something they expected. They lost a king and countless palace realm experts whose numbers they have not been able to replace let alone find those who could match them in abilities.

Back then it was the golden age of their kingdom. Talents that would blind any era they appeared in, all appeared within the same period. There were even hopes of restoring the Ebony Twilight Sanctuary Array because it wasn't only battling talents who appeared but alchemists, artificers, and formation masters. Reviving the array was within the realm of possibility. But all that was shattered.

The kingdom high on its prosperity woke up calamities in their consolidation agenda. Their plan ended up in a ferocious bloodbath that lasted seventeen months without any pause. Spirit beasts who would have been at each other's throats united as they sought to destroy the Deer Mountain Kingdom. If there was ever a time the array would have broken completely it was back then.

The only reason it held on was some of the senior cultivators of the kingdom all went out of the protection of the array and executed all sorts of forbidden arts some even went to the extent of self-detonating, all to stop the ferocious beast tide that was led by eight late-stage palace realm spirit beasts, over a dozen that were at the early to middle stages of the palace realm and countless in the core formation realm.

He wasn't alive back then but from the vivid first-hand description his grandfather gave him, he could imagine how horrific the scene was. A sea of blood that swallowed the kingdom. All one could see or smell was blood, then there were the constant bombarding attacks that carried enough ferocity to shake the heavens and the earth which never stopped raining, and beast roars so terrifying that they made millions wail in despair.

The impact of it never left them. His grandfather was a fledgling core formation expert during the attacks, but even after he broke through to the palace realm he still found himself trembling whenever he recalled those roars that seemed to send one's soul to the very abyss of absolute terror.

After surviving that ordeal, for the next three hundred years no one so much as took a step out of the kingdom. They were all holed up in their own houses, it didn't matter whether you were a palace realm cultivator or a mortal with no cultivation, the trauma swallowed them all.

If palace realm beasts could do so much damage what about a domain realm? 

Ever since he got the news his heart hasn't stopped racing and he constantly felt this sickening metallic taste of blood at the back of his tongue. He already had other things to worry about such as the retaliation from the remnant surviving spirit beasts from the battle back then, as there were a few in the palace realm that managed to get away in time. Now adding the fire adler he was at his wits ends.

Seeing Yang Qing's firm look he knew there was no way the Order would intervene. Some part of him even started having dark ideas such as hoping the fire adler bear would recklessly target the branch of the Order first prompting them to act. However, he immediately admonished himself ashamed of his thoughts.

Just as he was about to thank Yang Qing for his time and the Order's assistance with the obsidian serpents since it was one less headache to deal with, the door behind them was slammed open as someone rushed in with erratic qi undulations.

All present craned their necks at the sound of the disturbance. The person who had just rushed in was a woman who looked to be in her early thirties. She was dressed in ornate peacock robes and could be considered excessively beautiful if it wasn't for her livid almost hysterical look.

Her hair along with her robes were flying all over because of the qi undulations being released from her body. Jewels that constellation markings protruded from her skin. The jewels greedily sucked in the spiritual qi from the air and seemed to use them to amplify the body of the woman, which was why despite her being at the tenth stage of the core formation realm, her body's presence was releasing the pressure of a peak stage core formation expert.

"IT'S BECAUSE OF YOU THAT MY SONS ARE DEAD, REVIVE THEM!!!!" madly roared the woman as she charged at Yang Qing.