Daily life of a cultivation judge Chapter 1398: How did they all go?

Chapter 1398: How did they all go?

As soone who was prone to indulge in flights of fancy, mostly as a coping chanism to escape the tortures of his daily life, one of Yang Qing’s favorite pasti activities was losing himself in imagination.

He would imagine what it was like to beco sworn brothers with a dragon or a phoenix and have it avenge him against his grandfather and the other old fogeys of the Yang clan who had been involved in his tornt. And it went without saying his backstabbing father would also be on that list.

In his younger years, he would get deeply lost in that world. On most days, especially the hard ones, it was what helped him get through.

And if he was not daydreaming about justified vengeance against his own kin and befriending a dragon or a phoenix to do his bidding and quite possibly even let him ride them, he would daydream about running away and settling in a tranquil valley that was far from the chaos and dangers he had long grown sickeningly accustod to being part of his daily life.

He would imagine this valley teeming with dense spiritual qi, fruit trees as far as the eye could see, and waters filled with all manner of aquatic life, with the sa asure of abundance seen on land, too, where there were all manner of bees producing all kinds of different honey. He would have birds around to spruce and liven the place up with their colorful feathers and matching lodies. He would rear certain animals and spirit beasts for company, while others would be for eating.

Every day, as he watched the sunset at the Yang clan’s old grounds, he would get lost in the tranquil wonders of that valley.

And when the ti ca for him to leave the clan’s grounds and make his way to the Order in the hopes of joining, he once more got lost in wonder and daydread of what the Order was like. What he pictured was not all too different from what he imagined his Valley of Dreams looked like, albeit with a bit more to it, like having more people, like kind seniors to rely on who would dote on him to fill the gaping hole his traitorous father and crazy grandfather had left behind.

In certain ways, the Order exceeded his imagination. In fact, it exceeded his imagination and expectations of it in every way he thought about it. When it ca to aesthetics and grandeur, it subverted his imagination. Not even his little nook of a valley ca close.

And when it ca to tornting him… Well, that he most definitely did not see coming at all. He would never have expected he would ever co across a place that was much scarier than his crazy clan.

They surpassed his expectations, all right, and without fail have continued to do so ever since he set foot in the place. But for all its surprises, it was not as surprising as what he was seeing.

“Do all Holy Grounds look like this?” he muttered as he looked around him with eyes filled with shock, internally hoping it was not so, a bit because of envy, as he was not one to take it magnanimously when others led a better life than him.

If he had been that type of person who took joy in other people’s successes while he slept in a shed of dung, then he would not have landed in the many troubles and traps he had with the Order.

But the other, more pertinent reason he hoped what he was seeing was not exactly how it was with the Radiant Sword Sect or the Flowing Valleys Sect was that if it was, then he had cause for worry.

He, like many out there, and quite probably others within the Order, believed the Order was already at the sa level as the two holy lands, and he and the others had good reason to think so. They had countless talents cropping up with each generation. They had experts to hold the helm while the young saplings grew, and they had vast, unimaginable resources. The Order, for all its stinginess, was filthy rich, and Yang Qing had seen the tip of that filthy iceberg.

But for all its vast wealth and resources, Yang Qing had never seen anything of this magnitude, and that was what made him worry.

If they lagged behind in resources, then that ant they were a ways off from the two holy lands. And if they were a ways off, then that ant their survival was entirely at the rcy of the two holy lands, and that was a bad place to be, especially if your organization already had countless enemies out there, of which the Order had an abundance of.

Leaving your fate to another, and knowing how whimsical, prone to violence, and greedy cultivators were, not to ntion controlling, Yang Qing did not like the thought that his bully of an employer had two organizations out there that could bully it anyti they wanted.

It also was not lost on him that less than five thousand years ago, there were three holy lands, until there were now two, and the Order currently resided in the graveyard of that one holy land that had disappeared.

“Shitong,” Yang Qing said as his expression turned solemn.

“What?” the Celestial Nesting Weaver answered back in slight surprise as he looked on curiously at Yang Qing. The reason for the surprise and curiosity was that the number of tis Yang Qing had called him by his given na was no more than the feathers on one of his wings.

Yang Shitong was his given na, the na Yang Qing had personally given him when he hatched. And though he would never admit it to Yang Qing, not even under threat of death, he quite liked the na, given the aning behind it.

One who understands the world, was the aning behind it, which rather suited him perfectly, as a Celestial Nesting Weaver’s ability was centered around that.

The nest they built was constructed from countless principles and laws that gave life to the world around them and dictated how it functioned. The deeper his understanding beca, the more profound the nest beca, as more worldly principles and laws were interwoven into it.

Their nests were likened to a mysterious realm or a grotto, but those two features, as wondrous as they were, were undeserving of being ntioned in the sa breath as a fully matured nest.

Take what he had created, for example. As wondrous as it was, with it closely approaching blessed grounds nurtured by a mature dragon vein, it was still in its infancy. If it were a spirit artifact, the nest would be said to be in its embryonic stage. After that, it would evolve into its juvenile stage, where the environnt within it would be akin to that of a fully matured dragon vein that was close to evolving into an ancestral dragon vein.

And at maturity, there were four levels to it: naly, early, middle, late maturity, and, finally, complete maturity. At early maturity, the environnt was akin to that of a single ancestral dragon vein, albeit a recently evolved one. At middle maturity, the environnt was akin to that of a fully matured ancestral dragon vein.

And at late maturity, the environnt was akin to that of a ground powered by two fully matured ancestral dragon veins.

And at complete maturity, the nest’s environnt carried the fullness of the world around it, which ant having the abundance and prosperity of an entire world all wrapped up in a single nest.

How many ancestral dragon veins did the entire world have? Or even just the Southern Continent? As rare as ancestral dragon veins were, even going by the most conservative of estimates had it having twenty ancestral dragon veins, at the very least.

Then what if the other continents were counted?

The nest of the Celestial Nesting Weaver at its fully matured state aid to replicate exactly that wholeness and grandeur of all that was and is in a world.

So, of course, when it ca to comparison, grottos and mysterious realms ca nowhere close to a completely matured nest of a Celestial Nesting Weaver, as the forr was built on replicating one complete law of the world, while the latter aid at replicating all of them.

Hence why the Celestial Nesting Weaver greatly valued the na Yang Qing gave him, even though he would sooner swallow his own feathers than tell him that. From his bloodline inheritance mories, he had seen that no Celestial Nesting Weaver from his line had ever reached that completed state. Maybe so Celestial Nesting Weaver from another lineage had reached it, but not the line he was descended from, and he aid to be the first of his line to do so.

So every ti he thought of his na, he was reminded of what he was aiming for.

Though why did he call by it? He never does. The last ti he did so was when he was leaving for his palace realm breakthrough, thought the Celestial Nesting Weaver.

Every ti Yang Qing used his na was when he was at a monuntal point in his life or if the matter was extrely grave, hence his perplexion.

“Do you know what happened to the Frozen Serenity Sect?” Yang Qing asked with a distant, pensive look on his face. “Is that sothing you can access in your mories?” he continued as his voice adopted a more subdued, soft tone, which was the complete opposite of the sarcastic, combative tone he regularly took with Yang Shitong.

“It is blank,” Yang Shitong answered after a brief pause.

“What about the Eternal Blossom Sanctum?” Yang Qing imdiately asked.

“Blank too,” said Yang Shitong as a frown slowly ford.

Yang Qing went on to list three other ancient organizations that had long disappeared in the river of ti, which held the sa repute and status as the Frozen Serenity Sect.

“What about your ancestors?” Yang Qing finally said as he turned his attention and faced the Celestial Nesting Weaver.

“Other than what they did, and the places they have been to and items they have interacted with, I cannot tell how any of them t their end,” said Yang Shitong before he smiled wryly, “Actually, I cannot even tell whose mory I access through the bloodline inheritance, only that I am their descendant. I do not even know what they looked like,” he added.

“Maybe I might be able to see more as I break through to the higher realms.”

“Maybe,” Yang Qing said in a drifting tone as his gaze turned deep and grim. “Sothing is definitely wrong here,” he finally said, sighing as he looked at the skies above.

“How did they all go?” he murmured to himself, walking listlessly to his abode. He stopped at the room that was his makeshift library, where he stored all manner of books, with a majority of them being books related to history and odd bits of gossip here and there.

Back at the table, Yang Shitong looked just as disturbed, his contemplative frown growing even deeper.

Happy new year everyone, sorry I got a cold yesterday, and there were things at ho that needed handling hence missing in actions for the past few days… Hopefully, God willing I can be more consistent with the releases this year.. will i increase the days from three to maybe four or five, well maybe hopefully, at least I will aim to do so while also increasing the pacing…

That being said, I wish you all an AMAZING 2026!! Yang Qing’s tropical juice on …… (though don’t tell him I shared it with you, otherwise who knows what that vindictiv,e selfish judge will do. He isn’t exactly the most forgiving or understanding)