Daily life of a cultivation judge Chapter 1105 - 1105 Rotten good luck

1105: Rotten good luck 1105: Rotten good luck Yang Qing’s heart stirred slightly as he noted Shao An’s intent focus on the fla.

Could he have discovered sothing?

Yang Qing mused, feeling a flicker of hope and growing increasingly pleased with his decision to seek their expertise rather than attempting to tackle the research himself.

Clearing his mind of celebratory thoughts, Yang Qing recounted everything in detail.

He began with how he stumbled upon the escort agency, the scuffle between Ming Wa and the two escort supervisors, and the information revealed about Bai Chen, Jiang Hao, and the others who had mysteriously vanished while aboard the flying ferry.

He didn’t leave out even the smallest details, from their backgrounds to his own sensory observations of the yin energy within the dark gray flas flickering in the soul lantern.

He also shared his impressions of Ming Wa, his suspicions about her behavior, and the actions of her partner, Zhu Fa.

Though it wasn’t strictly necessary to divulge every detail—his primary goal was to unravel the mysteries of the yin energy—Yang Qing felt it prudent to provide the full context.

They had shown genuine willingness to hear his tale, and he knew an outside perspective could prove invaluable.

After all, the two before him weren’t just soul formation experts; they were also high-ranking figures within the Order.

Their strength, wisdom, and breadth of experience were assets he could benefit from trendously.

“For soone who goes out of their way to avoid trouble, it certainly has a knack for finding you,” Ren Shu said with an amused smile.

Yang Qing looked up at him, his expression a mixture of grievance and worry.

“You’re absolutely sure there’s no curse on ?

Or maybe soone manipulating my threads of fate and karma?” Ren Shu let out a soft sigh, his helpless smile deepening.

It wasn’t the first ti Yang Qing had brought this up.

Since his days as a student, he had asked the sa question countless tis, convinced that his constant misfortunes had to be the result of a curse.

Yet, he conveniently overlooked the true source of all his predicants—none other than himself.

“How many tis do I have to tell you?

There’s no curse on you,” Ren Shu said, his tone laced with mild exasperation.

“I’ve checked.

Besides, your karma and fate are shielded from manipulation because of your association with us and the Order as a whole, not to ntion the countless other asures the Order has put in place.

And let’s not forget your physique.

The Peerless Jade Physique naturally negates the effects of curses and karmic interference to a significant degree—a protection that only grows stronger as your cultivation advances.

Considering the recent progress you’ve made in refining your physique, its cloaking effects have only strengthened.

A domain expert skilled in curses or karmic laws would have a hard ti influencing your luck at this point.

On top of that, even the gold- and purple-grade arts you cultivate provide similar benefits.

They’re not just known for their raw power but also their ability to draw on the purest forces of the world—the Origin Dao—which makes them highly resistant to curses and karmic attacks.

You, Yang Qing, have a Peerless Jade Physique, cultivate a purple-grade art, and live surrounded by countless domain and soul formation experts.

With all these layers of protection, you’re still worried about being cursed?” Ren Shu shook his head, his voice tinged with disbelief at Yang Qing’s persistent paranoia.

There was one crucial detail Yang Qing had been unaware of—sothing Ren Shu had intentionally left out.

Soul formation experts could perceive the threads of fate and karma on a person, though these threads were often elusive.

However, at this mont, even Ren Shu couldn’t see Yang Qing’s threads.

They were shrouded by an esoteric force of astonishing potency—an aura ford from the purest karmic energy he had ever encountered.

This ant that soone or sothing with an absurd level of mastery over the Dao of karma was shielding Yang Qing’s threads.

That protection was so profound that it could obscure his fate even from the gazes of those at the peak of the soul formation realm—the soul supre experts.

The source of this karmic cloak wasn’t Yang Qing himself.

It hadn’t erged during his breakthrough to the palace realm, nor had it ford when he reached the blooming phase of mastery with his purple-grade art.

Ren Shu had been present during both milestones and could attest that such a force hadn’t existed then.

It was only during Yang Qing’s promotion ceremony that Ren Shu first noticed this extraordinary karmic shield.

The timing was no coincidence, and it offered a strong clue as to who the culprit might be.

As vast and powerful as the Order was, there were very few beings within its ranks capable of shielding soone’s karma so thoroughly that even soul supre experts couldn’t glimpse it.

In truth, when it ca to mastery of the Dao of karma, there was truly only one na that ca to mind—a being whose very presence carried the weight of unshakable mysteries.

Ren Shu couldn’t help but silently click his tongue in slight envy and amusent as his gaze fell on Yang Qing.

For soone who claid to have the worst luck in the whole of the Order, to the point he strongly suspected that soone had cursed him, he was surrounded by an awful amount of good fortune.

He managed to cultivate a peerless jade physique, which, to date, even the most powerful of organizations, including the Order, still had no idea how to reproduce within a clearly defined structured process.

He cultivated a purple-grade art that was the envy of countless in the world, and not only that, the art was even perfectly suited for his physique.

He had gained the attention of a powerful entity, even by the Order’s standards, who had shielded his karma and fate from almost all prying eyes.

Not to ntion all the other things he had going on for him in his life, such as owning a mythical bird, being in possession of three plants with rare abilities that had the potential to reach the saint-grade realm or soul formation if they gained awareness.

Yet, he had the gall to complain endlessly about his rotten luck, claiming to be cursed.

Ren Shu was suddenly overco with an overwhelming urge to smack him across the head.

It only intensified when he saw Yang Qing pout, snorting as he muttered more complaints.

“I still think so powerful figure has cursed behind my back.

Otherwise, why am I still poor, overworked, and constantly stumbling into troubleso situations?” Yang Qing sighed dramatically.

Ren Shu was on the verge of losing his composure and acting on his impulse when Shao An broke the silence.

“This energy feels like that of a treefolk,” Shao An remarked, his voice cutting through the tension.