Daily life of a cultivation judge

Wu Mingli's tone and demeanor turned colder.

"They made it seem like they had done him and us an enormous favor with that proposition, with the captain even casually mentioning that Ding Xiaoli must have learned his cruelty from someone, insinuating that the store owner was probably just as vicious if not more so.

It never made sense to me. My father only did his job and somehow got the shorter end of the stick. All for doing something that the empire should have been doing in the first place: protecting its people.

No matter how much they tried to color it, sending my father to the borders to be a soldier was no different than sentencing him to death, especially when they said he would have to hold that post for life.

How was that any different than sentencing him to death? While he trained diligently, making him one of the strongest in his realm, in the end, he was still a foundation establishment cultivator.

How would such a strength guarantee his life on a battlefield where there was even a record of a quasi-palace stage cultivator losing his life?

The protection afforded to him by the empire was only against the Green Dragon General Store and wasn't against the opponents he would be facing at the border. Whatever opponents he faced, whether he lived or not, it would all depend on him.

After he was done, the captain left me a slip containing my father's voice.." Wu Mingli said as he took out a slightly discolored grey jade slip.

The materials used in creating the slip had been mediocre, and if it wasn't for him expending a few resources to upgrade it, the slip would have long disintegrated or the voice within would have been distorted somehow, with time.

Wu Mingli held the slip carefully like it was some precious treasure, as indeed it was, to him. He poured his spiritual qi into it, triggering it to play the recording.

Wu Mingli's mom finally showed some reaction when the slip appeared, as her pupils flickered with a sense of sadness, longing, and tender love. Using Wu Mingli's arm as cover, she deftly wiped the tears that had formed in her, before finally smiling with a nostalgic look to her as the recording played.

"Shan'er, I am sorry for the mess your foolish husband has left behind, but knowing you, I am sure you will handle it well from the years of experience of being my wife, hehehe...

Having you and Mingli has been my greatest fortune. I am truly blessed to have been a partner and father to you both.

Mingli, there are so many things I hoped to teach you, but more than that, I had hoped to see the man you would become. But even without seeing it, I know you will make something amazing of yourself, better than your old man here.

I may not have had the best aptitude for it, but I think I developed a good eye for discerning those who had the potential for it, and you, my son, have one of the greatest talents I have ever seen, even when compared against those in Spring Plum City.

And I am not just saying this as a father, but as a cultivator who has interacted with all manner of talents. I just never thought to say it so you wouldn't get a big head, after all, I know it wasn't Shen Jue who peed in Aunty Ma's backyard trying to assert dominance against her yellow dog.

You were walking awkwardly all week. The excuse of you hurting yourself doing horse stance wasn't the most creative of excuses. Do not underestimate a foundation establishment cultivator's regular senses and spiritual sense. I could see the several bite marks and location..hehehehe.."

Wu Mingli wanted to quickly halt that part of the recording that somehow in the intensity of the emotions he was under, he had forgotten about. But it was already out, all he could do was bravely look at the ground like a man and hope that the ground would turn sentient and swallow him.

His neck reddened when he heardhis mother softly chuckle as she murmured,

"Hero Mingli.."

It took Yang Qing all his willpower not to laugh or even show signs of it. It got even harder when he tried to reconcile the Wu Mingli before him, who looked like a valiant sword general in every which way, and the Wu Mingli who got bit severally by a yellow mutt, and judging by the insinuation of the recording, the location might have been an unpleasant one.

Caught in the spirit of nostalgia, Yang Qing couldn't help but recall the black dog he regularly fought with when he was small. The dog didn't have a smidge of cultivation, but its intelligence was no different than a spirit beast that had unlocked its wisdom pearl.

There was always this gloating look it had every time it saw Yang Qing wail as he tried to unsuccessfully escape the clutches of his grandfather and the other elders. At the worst moments of his life, it was always there with a smug grin, and worst of all, it was a thief who liked stealing his food, especially.

Yang Qing couldn't help but sigh as he wondered if he was cursed. The moment he broke through to the silver body stage he got his revenge on the dog in kind. In the spirit of it, since it liked stealing his food so much, Yang Qing 'graciously fed' it the disgusting potions his grandfather used to feed him to improve his physique.

Back then he had thought that was the end, his life would never be disturbed by another animal again, but that curse followed him even when he came to the Order. Ellie stole from him all the time, the Celestial nesting weaver was an insufferable beast put on the planet to give him a heart demon, and then there was the dense starlight crab that attacked people without warning.

"I hope Haishi and Bolin don't end up turning like them. Surely they wouldn't, right?"