Daily life of a cultivation judge Chapter 981: Name whispered to the moon in the night

Yang Qing looked over the four nas in the contract belonging to the Starlight Lake Sect before he turned his attention back to Fan Cai whose worry seed to have doubled in the short ti that Yang Qing was reading that contract, and in a bid to contain it, he kept chugging the tea he had been offered.

It wasn’t long before he emptied his cup, then ca a feeling of awkwardness where he wanted to refill it but was hesitant because of how far he had finished it, and no matter how distracted and swallowed by worry he was, he could tell the tea was brewed from precious ingredients, with almost all of them being top tier sky grade ingredients.

His qi was instantly activated, invigorated, and purified from drinking the tea. The effect was ten tis better than the high-grade spirit stones he used to supplent his cultivation. The difference ca in the fact that the energy coming from the tea was purer and much more refined than that found in high-grade spirit stones.

He didn’t need to actively use his core to refine and purify the spiritual qi provided into a condensed form of energy usable by his body as he did with spirit stones. Drinking the tea was no different than consuming a precious panacea.

Spiritual herbs were more sought after than spirit stones because of that particular factor. The energy contained in them was pure and refined and didn’t require much effort to assimilate them and their effects on the cultivator were instantaneous.

The tea matched the precious resources his mother left him as she exhorted him to use them sparingly and only at critical monts of his cultivation, and here was a tea with the sa level of energy and wondrous ability being offered casually by Yang Qing. He wanted to drink more, but with how precious it was, he was unnerved at drinking more.

Yang Qing seeing his hesitation, leaned forward and poured him so more as he had a feeling if he asked Fan Cai to do it, the latter was likely to politely refuse. He thus took away that chance at refusal from him by pouring him a cup before he could refuse while adding a few more words,

"Don’t hold yourself back. That kettle might look like it doesn’t hold much, but I can promise you it contains enough snowberry tea to fill up at least 10,000 barrels of 500 liters each. So don’t worry too much about it.

Besides, other than its taste, I don’t derive much from it, and I have a never-ending supply of it and it doesn’t cost much.

I could casually feed an entire city with it," Yang Qing leisurely said.

Fan Cai didn’t look like he believed him, but he nonetheless cupped his fists, as he offered his gratitude.

"Thank you for being gracious to ," he solemnly said.

No matter how uneasy he felt, if sothing did happen to his mother, he might as well grasp any opportunity to improve his strength in preparation for whatever future lay ahead of him.

"Did your mother ever ntion the na of the elder she made a connection with?"

"Not directly, but she ntioned enough for to correlate with the contract. It’s Liu Jie, one of the signatories of the contract," Fan Cai said as he preciously cupped his tea with two hands, taking asured sips as a certain mory flashed in his eyes.

During one of his mother’s visits, she had been especially emotional that day, sothing that was unlike her. She was always stoic, cloaked in the temperant of a veteran soldier training fresh recruits. But on one particular day, she seed out of sorts. It was on that day, at night under the full moon, she was drinking, while he was in the background clenching his fists in resentnt that she started talking.

She proactively divulged information about herself, though from the way she was seated and where her attention was, it seed like she was talking to herself rather than sharing with him.

That night was the day she first revealed that she was originally from the Deer Mountain Range, reminiscing about how amazing and simpler those days were before she got lancholic about her separation from her sister and so of the friends she had left behind. She went on to lant about the joys and miseries of life, and how the long lives afforded to them as spirit beasts and worse, a powerful spirit beast at that, could sotis bring eternal tornt if all you had were regrets.

Amid that rollercoaster of emotions was when she ntioned a na with a tender and fragile look to her that Fan Cai thought he had been hallucinating before envy took over. She softly muttered a na, ’Jie’er’ was what she said, with the tenderness of a person calling out their lover’s na.

Fan Cai was five years old at the ti and as such was likely unfamiliar with such matters, but so part of him could tell the emotions behind the expression. It was just that intense. With how awestruck she looked and his mind wandering, it didn’t take him too long to wonder if the person she muttered so softly, a person that managed to trigger such emotions from her, then maybe, just maybe said person was his father.

Quickly swept up in those emotions, he mustered enough courage to ask her. Things didn’t go as he expected, and his timing proved to be wrong as his question served as a wake-up call, removing his mother from the lancholic state she was in. An action that he has regretted to date. If he let her be, maybe she would have divulged more but his asking instantly brought out the mother he knew, resented, and was afraid of slightly.

But regardless of her actions or inaction on the matter, Fan Cai strongly believed whoever that Jie’er was, he ant sothing to his mother, and not just sothing, but was a huge part of her life, if he could elicit such strong emotions from her. And knowing his mother, especially how guarded she was with people, even her child, there was a high likelihood that person was his father.

She may have not said it in obvious words, but her reaction that night more or less confird it and just like her, he kept that na safely stored away in his heart, waiting for an opportune mont to bring it out and learn more about it, and lo and behold it did.

Several years later when his mother handed him her contract for safekeeping, he saw soone there with the na Jie, Liu Jie, one of the holders of the contracts. Having learned his lesson from before, he knew well enough not to ask his mother, keeping the guess in his heart.

As many Jies as there are around the world, what are the odds that the place his mother basically sold herself to, has soone with that na and he is actually one of the contract signatories?