Daily life of a cultivation judge

A fiery clash ensued between Yang Qing and Gui Shiren, luckily the domain experts from the external affairs department along with those from the Eagle Guard division were working in tandem to contain the fight so it wouldn’t spill over to the rest of the guests. There were also formation arrays in place that helped contain the effects of the attack between the two.

Despite the guests’ safety being guaranteed, they all had confusion written on their faces, especially those belonging to rank 3 and below. The fight happened too fast and the little verbal exchange between Yang Qing and Gui Shiren barely lasted 3 minutes before an all-out clash began between the two and the domains of the surrounding domain experts muffled the content of the said conversation.

Those guests couldn’t help but worry that they may be targeted next with no rhyme or reason, especially those from the lower-ranked organizations who were used to being pushed around for no reason half the time, by the more powerful organizations.

The only ones who seemed okay and unperturbed throughout the whole thing were the guests that came from the well-seasoned rank 3 organizations and above. The reaction of Gui Shiren to the sudden attack was enough for them to glean a thing or two, and also a fight between the two sides was well within their interests as they would get to see how strong the new palace court judge of the Order, really is.

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Boom! Boom! Boom! .𝒄𝒐𝒎

The intensity of the clash between the two got more ferocious and extreme by the second.

On one end there was a massive white flame that looked like it wanted to drown the skies and everything around it. Within that flame, one could see the silhouettes of different creatures such as eagles, larks, owls, ravens, and crows.

They all danced around the white flames as they flapped their wings.

Opposite them was a massive figure that had the head of a bull with dark hollow eyes. It had two horns that were curled and were about 10 meters long each and had a sharp piercing sensation to them like they could puncture a hole in the space around them if they so wished

The massive creature was bare-chested and had all sorts of strange black patterns inscribed on its chest. Those black patterns would occasionally form the silhouette of a person yelling. A black-red smoke was continuously produced from its body, which only got denser every time it exhaled. In its hands, it held two blood-red swords which it used to clash against the white flames that had dwarfed its frame due to how widespread and enormous it was.

Its opponent was not only the white flames that corroded it with every clash but the birds that were flying above the flames too. Each different species seemed to have their own abilities.

The larks produced a peaceful melody that drowned out the agonizing wails that were being produced by the red smoke from the bull-like creature, the eagle seemed like the one in charge of frontal assault as it clashed against the bull-like figure aiming to tear it with its talons, the owl split into multiple numbers and surrounded the bull like figure in the middle. The owls produced a water-like transparent membrane that surrounded the bull-like figure on all sides. The crows produced small green droplets from their mouths that they fired at the bull figure. Every time one struck its body, a loud booming sound would be produced as the creature yelled with agony. The black patterns on its body would also fade with every strike.

The raven was the only creature that didn’t move. It seemed to be perched on something as it sat there, silently with a cold gaze eyeing the bull-like creature. One of its eyes was black and the other was white, the same coloration was also seen in its feathers as they were a mix of white and black.

Yang Qing’s figure had disappeared within the white flame that seemed to be increasing in size and intensity with every passing second.

As all this was going on, seven guests disappeared from where they stood when a thin blue needle stabbed at them. In all the commotion, no one seemed to have noticed anything off except a few seasoned domain experts from the guests’ side and a young lady who was in the late stages of the palace realm.

She had dark purple bobcat hair, a beauty that didn’t stand out too much to get noticed but was enough to turn a few heads if she were to walk in a less crowded place. If it wasn’t for her mildly mature look, one would easily mistake her for a teen due to her short stature. She had on black and yellow robes and was standing beside an early stage domain expert who had on similar looking robes.

Just like the rest of the guests, she seemed to have been closely observing the fight between Yang Qing and Gui Shiren. However, for a brief second a look of fear and shock flashed in her eyes when she saw three people in different parts of the valley disappear at the same time.

“Miss Ning, it seems like you are itching to join them.”

The purple haired lady froze the moment she heard that statement. A second later her fists that had been clenched beneath her robes, relaxed.

“Surely you jest, Director Qian. My paltry skills are not enough to match with a talent from the Order or the opponent he is facing. I would barely last a second in that fight were I in either of their shoes.

And besides I’m an alchemist, fighting is a little bit out of my area of expertise,” said the purple haired lady with a self-deprecating smile as she answered the elder beside who had worn the same matching robes as her.

“Well your statement isn’t exactly correct. Alchemists don’t necessarily have to be poor fighters, as a matter of fact I think it’s the complete opposite,” said the elder beside her.