Daily life of a cultivation judge

It would be a lie if Yang Qing said he didn't feel slightly nervous from seeing them. Meeting unfamiliar figures, one of them from the administration department and the other being a guard, considering his history, Yang Qing on default assumed there might be a reprimand coming his way.

In the past, after his various failed schemes, the Order would usually send some unassuming person at the most inopportune of times to deliver his sentencing which made him forever wary of people he did not know, wearing a polite demeanor.

"What could it be? I haven't done anything the past few months. Is it because of the ingredients I fleeced from them when Shi Hai and I were composing the list for the part? No matter how stingy they are, they wouldn't take me to account for that, would they? They said I could use and ask for anything while I was there, and the ingredients were not even too outlandish. " Yang Qing warily thought as he felt his heart race when he saw Shen Zemin about to open his mouth.

"I am from the reception hall and the reason why I and senior Pan Liu were looking for you is that there were guests who had been looking for you for the past few days, however, we were told you had left the branch for an assignment, and were only just appraised of your arrival.." Shen Zemin courteously said.

"Guests?" asked Yang Qing with a slightly raised brow wondering who they were.

"Yes, one of them is a rogue cultivator named Wen Yingjie. He was initially looking for Chief Inquisitor Yi Jie, but when he was informed that Yi Jie was in seclusion, he opted to wait for you.."

"Wen Yingjie, huh.." Yang Qing muttered as he held his chin with relief that he wasn't being reprimanded.

"Seems like he was successful with the assimilation and in good timing too. The four-month time limit of the soul-binding cultivation art Yi Jie lent to him for the assimilation process should be just about up.." muttered Yang Qing.

Wen Yingjie was a rogue cultivator involved in one of his final cases as a superior core court judge. His complaint was against the Falling Meteor Blacksmith Shop, a pretty famous rank 4 shop within the Thundercrane Kingdom which was a rank 3 kingdom.

The blacksmith shop had been in existence for over 10,000 years being passed down from father to son, in the Tan bloodline. Its current head, Tan Ping, had been approached by Wen Yingjie to have a custom-made saber in which he provided all the materials required to make it, which were all top-tier sky-grade materials.

The blacksmith was able to make a saber that exceeded expectations which ended up with a misunderstanding from Wen Yingjie's end. The saber was born with a pseudo-sentient spirit which kept attracting tribulations in a bid to strengthen itself bringing Wen Yingjie no small amount of troubles that he even thought the saber was cursed, and when he brought it back to the blacksmith shop, the saber's creator, Tan Ping, had already been in seclusion because of the harvests he had gained from making the saber.

It was because of his absence that his son, Tan Delun, decided with Wen Yingjie since his father was unavailable to use the Order as the mediator to help them handle the situation well. None of them knew that the saber's oddities were actually a blessing in disguise.

It was only after they came to the courtroom did they realize that the saber that they thought was a sky-grade saber was actually a saber with the potential of rising to the monarch grade provided its spirit was fully formed.

In the end, Yi Jie, gave Wen Yingjie some alternatives that would help with his saber and he went with one of the options which involved binding a part of his soul to the saber while pouring his saber intent into the pseudo-sentient spirit as a way of feeding it and teaching it at the same time so it would be able to survive the tribulation that would come when its spirit was fully formed.

Yi Jie had given him an incomplete blue-grade art, the three hearts of the radiant octopus cultivation art that would wipe itself from his memory in four months. So he only had four months to master it and execute it. He was also provided an abode that would help ease the process, and all this came at a cost. Wen Yingjie was saddled with a debt of 6,000 high-grade spirit stones, that he would play slowly when he was done.

Yang Qing couldn't help but feel curious about the process Wen Yingjie had made.

"Who is the other guest?" asked Yang Qing.

Administrator Shen Lemin looked towards the guard with silver robes and the emblem of a gold eagle on his robe named Pan Liu. He was a gold eagle guard just like Yen Xu, just that, unlike Yen Xu who was vastly stronger than Yang Qing, he was slightly weaker being in the first stage of the palace realm.

From the silver robes, he was an entrance guard. The 'silver robes' so they liked to call them, were situated in entrances and hallways where outsiders and the staff of the Order mingled, such as the entrance gates, the administration halls such as the external logistics hall where the Order issued commissions and gave payments for the completion of said commissions.

They even roamed around the pathways around the different buildings from the black tower, to the various inns, restaurants, and other facilities within the compound of the Order. While their primary job was to provide security, mostly they were there to provide assistance and guidance to those in need. They were considered administrators and usually worked closely with the reception hall.contemporary romance

After nodding toward Shen Lemin, Pan Liu spoke up,

"The other is an old couple by the name of Wang Siyi and Wang Huiyin. They are both late-stage core formation experts, who reside in the Red Maple Empire, specifically, the Purple City where they operated a restaurant together.

They said they knew you, Judge Yang Qing, and that you had told them to look for you when they came.."

"Where are they?" asked Yang Qing.

"I had them settled at the Gentle Stream Courtyard..." said Pan Liu

"They also asked for the whereabouts of Zou Yi and Zou Liqin.." he added after a momentary pause.

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