Daily life of a cultivation judge

After sharing what he could, Yang Qing and his group eventually left. From the king to his family, to the family heads and the officials all gave their thanks and exchanged a few pleasantries with him.

Of the group, the princes and princesses were the most enthusiastic about their well-wishes a few of the princesses even tried to use their amorous charm on Yang Qing unlucky for them it was wasted on Yang Qing. This was someone who avoided trouble like his life depended on it.

There was no way he would ever entangle himself with royalty. All they did was swim around in duplicity and mind games trying to gain an advantage over the other person. A constant agenda every second of every day. It was too much for the peaceful soft life-loving Yang Qing. Dealing with Lei Weiyuan and the Order was enough for him he neither had the heart nor the bandwidth to accommodate more.

So despite how breathtakingly beautiful they were or how gifted they were with their words which Yang Qing couldn't deny he liked hearing very much, ultimately he offered a courteous smile that wasn't too warm or cold which was enough to send his message to the princesses, much to their disappointment.

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"This has been a long day.." Yang Qing said with a tired sigh once they had reached the branch.

The imperial secretary brought them back, though Yang Qing accepted the offer only halfway through the journey, the rest, they came back by themselves.

"I couldn't even tell if they were pretending or not. It seems real at the same time not. Aristocrats are scary.

Steely, make sure you grow up to be authentic and genuine. Don't be like them.." Su Jinjing said as she cuddled her spear.

Both Yang Qing and Luo Meili exchanged glances before they both shook their heads with smiles of surrender.

Immediately after they each went their way with Yang Qing heading to one of the secluded lakes in the branch.

Once he reached the area, he gently floated to the center of the lake where he took out a clover that was in the shape of a lamp.

Yang Qing poured his spiritual qi into the clover which caused it to open up revealing a wick that lit up with blue-white flames. The flames had an ethereal and mystic air about them as they danced around as if they were alive. 

The lake it was on top of was crystal clear but the flames seemed to have transformed it into a blue-white lake.

" The blue-white clover lamp of stillness should be able to extend the duration I can maintain the Soul lake memory lock seal.." Yang Qing muttered to himself as he sat on a lotus position atop the lake next to the burning clover.

[Soul lake memory lock seal]

Yang Qing formed a seal that instantly created a whirlpool around him with him at the center. However this whirlpool was different than most, it lacked the ferocity and air of chaos and destruction that typically followed a whirlpool but was instead soft, gentle, and tranquil.

A small seal filled with complex ancient runes appeared on Yang Qing's forehead, which then expanded from his forehead and covered the entire lake as it released a gentle white glow. Yang Qing's eyes instantly transformed into two full moons while his hair turned into a blue color that had a feeling to it that it was made of pure water. The temperature slowly dropped as a white fog appeared around the area.

The scenery suddenly transformed when the seal reached the bottom of the lake. What was once a white and blue lake was now a majestic room filled with ocean lanterns, masterclass tiling and furniture, and a lifelike painting of people making their last stand against a multitude of spirit beasts with a moat filled with blood.

If either Luo Meili or Su Jinjing were to see this they would instantly recognize it as the assembly hall of the Deer Mountain Kingdom. It was a pale grey rendition of the room. The objects and the room itself looked like they were made of grey smoke.

The fog surrounding the area was drawn into the room by the radiant rune that was lighting up at the center of the room. The radiant rune swallowed the fog and then spread it around the room.

Every object touched by the fog would turn more and more distinctive, the more the fog covered it. They turn vivid and distinct like the real thing.

After a few minutes, the room that looked more like a fog memory was now lifelike and indivisible from the real thing. Everything looked real, whether it was the fibrous grains from the furniture, the reflection of the room coming off from the ocean lanterns that released a dazzling rainbow lighting to the room whenever the sun rays fell on them, or the intricate brushwork of the painting on the ceiling, every single aspect of the assembly hall was captured perfectly.

Were someone to step in here they would not be able to differentiate it from the one back in the Deer Mountain Kingdom.

"Now we can begin.." Yang Qing said with a mellow ethereal tone as he stood up.

He waved his sleeves and the fog being recirculated by the radiant rune below churned from his movements and reformed into humanoid shapes, which within seconds had formed into clear bodies of everyone who had been in the assembly room with Yang Qing, including Yang Qing himself.

The scene being depicted was from the moment he stepped into the room.

"This art never ceases to amaze me. Such a pity its demands are too high, even with the strength of my soul I can only maintain it for half an hour without the blue-white clover lamp's help. With the artifact's help, that time only extends to two hours. Hopefully, that should be enough for me to glean something.." said Yang Qing as a white glow that had a hint of solitude and serenity was released from his body.

The white glow seemed to have been a trigger as the scene turned alive and the figures and everything around it started moving.