Daily life of a cultivation judge

“The blue fairies?” asked Yang Qing in confusion. Of some of the descendant races that Dean Zhu Lao mentioned, he had seen some and read about some.

He had met some golem communities during his rounds around the continent. Their recorded numbers and sightings around the continent are few with most of them living within hidden realms.

The golem race had always deeply fascinated him, especially their origin which has always been steeped in mystery.

There were different stories about how they came about but the most common one was that the first golem was a spirit star stone who gained enlightenment when an immortal happen to use him as a sit. He was just a stone then without any life with him.

The immortal being pleased with how comfortable the spirit star stone was to sit in, decided to preach dao as a form of thanks. The spirit star stone gained enlightenment and spirituality from that preaching and became the first golem.

Yang Qing at the time didn’t know if that story was the truth but the brief research he had made into the race never yielded any possible results as to their origins. The only thing that was certain is their general makeup which was always some sort of ore or stone.

They usually looked like human-shaped stones but that only applied to the weaker members, those with powerful cultivation have complete control of their avatization state enough to turn their bodies humanlike. The more human a golem is the more powerful they are.

Other than the enlightened golems there has been little to no interaction with the other descendant races within the southern continent. Yang Qing has never even heard of a proven sighting of any of the races Dean Zhu Lao mentioned. .

Though within the churning sea, there’s rumored to be an island inhabited by dragons. Whether that rumor is true no one has been able to prove it because of the dangers of the churning sea without even mentioning who would be bold enough to venture into a known dragon habitation ground.

Of the five water bodies that surrounded the blue origin planet; the Millions treasure ocean was the most bountiful with resources, the Celestial ocean was the most mysterious, the Sea of dreams was the safest as long as your soul was strong enough that is, if not you’d get lost in there forever, the Blue origin ocean was the largest and the one that seemed more normal compared to the rest. It was also the one with a lot of unexplored areas and lastly, the Churning sea which was the most dangerous.

The churning sea was between the southern continent and the central continent and it was home to an astronomical number of aquatic spirit beasts. They were violent and had the powerful combat ability to back it up. When they were not attacking cultivators who were passing by they were always fighting amongst themselves which was why the sea got named the churning sea as it was always churning from the violent battles underneath.

Also for some reason, though the sea seemed to be the smallest on paper it was always a mystery how big it seemed in person and how it housed so many spirit beasts with some of them even having a size that was thousands of kilometers long.

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“In terms of numbers the blue fairies may actually be considered to have one of the fewest numbers even in comparison amongst their fellow ancient descendant races. They are also the most shrouded in mystery almost the same as their ancestors, the ancients.

While they are almost virtually impossible to track, they are the race with the largest footprint on our continent.

They are an erudite race with a love and curiosity for exploration and research. It is because of that nature that they became the impetus for the propagation of cultivation around this continent. I don’t know about other continents but here in the southern continent, the earliest human cultivators came about from studying pieces of knowledge left about by the blue fairies.

Some of the heritages around from long-forgotten holy lands, sects, Empires, and clans both present and past have some tie to some blue fairy paraphernalia especially the hidden factions though you’ll have to wait until after your ceremony and you get officially inducted to the palace courts to be told some things,” said Dean Zhu Lao as he fiddled around with clay tablet.

His fingerprints had blue ancient scripts glowing from them as he constantly pressed them against the logo syllabic scripts on the tablet. Every time he pressed against a script or a symbol a change would happen. Some of the symbols stopped continuously changing and permanently imprinted themselves on the surface of the clay tablet which seemed to be gradually transforming into a foggy white crystal around the edges as it moved inwards.

Yang Qing was deeply engrossed in his mind to notice anything. The information he had been bombarded with today had been too huge. There was the bit about paragon domains, finally knowing the identity of the creator of the four purple grade cultivation arts, information about the fearsome ancients, and some clay tablet that he got for a bargain is a remnant of the blue fairies and lastly hidden factions.

His mind was racing not sure which aspect of the information he got today did he want to know more about.

Just as he was getting lost in his quagmire of thoughts he noticed something out of the corner of his eye that forcibly pulled him back to reality.

It was Mao Yunru. Her whole face was red with eyes popped and had this fiendish crazy smile the kind you would find in a seasoned psychopathic killer who has just spotted the ultimate prey.

“Of course, she’d react like this….is she having a breakdown because it was too much gossip for her to swallow at once? Or the half information that left one with more questions than answers? Will she be okay,” Yang Qing worriedly thought as Mao Yunru turned redder, the eyes wider and the grin greedier.

Yang Qing tried to pinch her arm secretly when he saw she might really lose it and jump Dean Zhu Lao for more information.

He pinched lightly but that didn’t seem to do anything so he decided to use a bit of strength which resulted in a sudden scream from Mao Yunru that drew countless eyes her way.

With so many eyes on her, she lowered her head in embarrassment as she vengefully glared at Yang Qing who could only offer a guilty apologetic smile in return.

As the two were exchanging glances there was a sudden burst of light as the spiritual qi in the hallway got funneled in Dean Zhu Lao’s direction more specifically the clay tablet.

Crack!!

Egg-like cracks started appearing on the clay tablet as it swallowed the spiritual qi in the surroundings. The earlier clay-like look was mottling away as it revealed a white foggy crystalline look.

After a few minutes, the absorption still didn’t halt but even seemed to have increased in intensity as a small whirlwind of qi was formed.

Yang Qing worriedly looked around because he noticed the lighting in the room seemed deemed and the fake sky above seemed duller.

“Will the snow peach blossom tree be able to handle this level of consumption?” Yang Qing worriedly thought as the terrifying suction continued.

When he looked around he noticed the hosts, Yu Huifangs’s parents all had calm and mildly intrigued looks as their eyes were glued to the tablet. They didn’t have the look of someone whose home was about to be ripped apart from being drained by a voracious tablet.

“Maybe it can hold,” thought Yang Qing as he looked around and noticed only he was the worried one with Mao Yunru already relapsing to her maddened gossip devourer look.

The suction went on for almost twenty minutes before it started to slow down.

By Yang Qing’s calculations, the spiritual qi it had absorbed within that duration was almost ten times his current qi capacity.

The fake sky above them had disappeared and what was left was a grey background. The dense qi from before had thinned put by a couple of levels. It matched the qi levels of the special grounds of rank 4 organizations.

Yang Qing couldn’t help but suck in cold air at the drastic change in the hall room. Before the qi of the hallway was so dense that it made the celestial nesting weaver’s nest seem like a dung beetle’s nesting ground in comparison.

However just when Yang Qing was worrying that the flower had been damaged there was a sudden resurgence of spiritual qi so dense that some even condensed into a mist. That qi quickly restored the room to its earlier look.

As for the clay tablet, it was no longer a tablet or clay either. It had completely transformed from clay to a white fog crystalline material in the shape of an octagon.

The logo symbolic scripts were no longer flashing all that was left were ancient writings that Yang Qing had no clue what they were and a complex array pattern on the other side of the octagon crystal.

“It’s a blue fairy object alright, seeing the enormous amount of spiritual qi it required just to reveal its true form. The race blessed with a dantian the size of an ocean is not a statement made in vain,” Dean Zhu Lao said as his eyes glittered with excitement.