Daily life of a cultivation judge-Chapter 1168 If a coward like him could think that, what about the rest
1168: If a coward like him could think that, what about the rest?
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1168: If a coward like him could think that, what about the rest?
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With the frail look Xia Fang wore, Yang Qing didn’t know what to say.
In moments like this, silence and an empathetic gaze were often the best comforts one could offer.
Prompted by her question, his restless mind tried to imagine what it would be like if he were in her shoes.
Instead of using his clan as the demonitor, Yang Qing’s mind instead went for the Order as the context—what if the Order one day succumbed to infighting?
What would that environment be like?
But he quickly shook his head, dismissing the thought.
Despite his tendency to automatically assume the worst in almost every situation, with little to no effort, this was one scenario he could hardly imagine coming to fruition.
It was the one place his paranoia and his active sense of imagination failed him.
It wasn’t that he believed the Order to be a tightly knit group immune to disagreements.
Far from it.
Wherever people existed, differences were bound to arise, regardless of the nature of the place or those involved.
As long as freedom of thought, ideology, and personality were allowed to exist, conflict would always follow.
Yang Qing was close with his team, but they didn’t always see eye to eye.
The same went for his family and nearly every other social connection he had.
Even within the Order, differences were a given, present in every department.
For example, the way Special Inquisitors handled and perceived things might not align with the approach of those in the Flying Shadow Hawks division.
The Special Inquisitors might prefer to kidnap a high-value target and extract information directly, whereas the Flying Shadow Hawks might favor staying hidden and observing how events unfold naturally.
Such differences in handling the same matter could easily breed arguments between the two groups.
So, no, Yang Qing wasn’t naïve enough to think of the Order as some fairy-tale land free of conflict.
He knew it wasn’t.
But despite that, he found it hard to believe that things would ever become so dire that they’d turn on one another like the Xia clan had.
He simply couldn’t see it happening.
The reason for that was two things—their enemies and their strength.
Though the Xia clan shared some similarities with the Order in that they were surrounded by enemies, the difference in scale was like night and day, a pebble versus a mountain.
The Xia clan had three direct enemies—three retainer clans—and possibly two indirect ones in the Song Kingdom and the Cyan Crescent Kingdom.
That was an impressive lineup of foes, especially given their weakened state, but it still couldn’t compare to what the Order faced daily.
The Order didn’t just have a handful of enemies.
It carried the potential enmity of an entire.
Yes, there was no shortage of organizations that supported the Order’s existence, but Yang Qing had no doubt that if the day ever came when the Order could no longer handle the pressure it was constantly under and collapsed, those very same organizations would quickly change their tune.
They’d join the mob, looting the Order’s burning house without hesitation.
When push came to shove and the Order stood on the brink of extinction, Yang Qing wasn’t sure how many of them would truly stand by their side.
That was why, whether it was him or anyone else in the Order, they never relied on others for their survival.
They knew they could only ever count on themselves.
This was a truth ingrained in every member of the Order, whether they were employees or their families.
They all joined with their eyes wide open—or at least, not at first for some of them, but in time, that truth became evident to all:
Once you join the Order, be prepared to gain the enmity of the entire continent.
This was what set them apart from the Xia Clan.
It wasn’t just a matter of scale—it was the fact that they would never be caught off guard the way the Xia Clan had been when the rogue cultivator’s son and the three retainer clans struck.
Enemies knocking at their door was a scenario they had grown up expecting, and they were prepared for it and what they’d do should that day ever come.
That was why Yang Qing couldn’t imagine the Order falling into infighting, because they face each day expecting the ground underneath them to collapse and let lose the horrors that hide within.
If a coward like himself had already resolved himself to the possibility that one day the entire continent might rise against them—and yet he was still here—what else could be said about the rest?
That shared acceptance of reality was what kept them together despite everything else.
They were all united in that single truth: It was the Order vs.
everyone else.
The second reason was strength.
The Order had only managed to survive and endure for as long as it had because of its overwhelming power—one that hadn’t waned in the slightest but had instead continued to grow stronger with each passing year.
That strength was both its sword and shield, as well as the binding force that held all its members together.
For a tree to have many leaves, it needed many branches, and to support those branches—and the countless leaves that grew upon them—it required a sturdy, robust trunk.
But even that trunk couldn’t stand without deep, powerful roots to sustain and nourish it.
The deeper and more extensive those roots were, the taller and stronger the tree became, allowing it to withstand storms and grow for centuries—so long as the soil provided everything it needed.
And this was exactly how it was with the Order as the tree, and the Southern Continent as the soil that supported said tree
Despite the countless earth-shattering wars the Southern Continent had endured, despite the chaos and deaths that had swept through its lands time and time again, it continued to thrive in abundance.
The continent was a cultivator’s paradise, blessed with rich spiritual qi, an endless trove of natural treasures, and countless hidden realms infused with the mysteries of the Grand Dao.
It was often said that in the Southern Continent, the heavens weep with spiritual rain while the earth rejoices with natural treasures and songs of the Grand Dao.
A testament to the boundless riches it held.
