Daily life of a cultivation judge-Chapter 1401: Dug out from the ground (2)

The continent had changed drastically since then, not only in landscape but also in power distribution. Some powers fell, some rose, and with that movement, ownership of places and even layouts changed along with it.

Case in point was the Order itself. Its main headquarters was built on what had been one of the grounds owned by the holy land, the Myriad Beast Sect. It was actually the only land they owned that had been largely left intact, owing to the fact that it had been the manure grounds for their spirit beasts, which not many organizations felt any desperate desire to grab hold of, despite it housing a mature dragon spiritual vein.

As for their other grounds, which cultivators would have no qualms trading their ancestors for and risking their lives for, especially the main grounds, they were literally carved up and dug out from the ground.

When mortals fought, or smaller kingdoms whose forces had weak cultivation realms—maybe their most powerful experts being in the core formation realm or even the palace realm—fought and land or territory was what was counted among the spoils, said organizations would move there or transfer personnel there to manage it.

But for organizations with powerful cultivators of the domain or soul formation realm, they would not need to transfer personnel or move to said territory; they would only need to dig out everything that made that territory special, like how a farmer transplants a herb or a tree sapling from one area to another.

For powerful cultivators like them, who could split a river with a lazy blink of their eyes or shatter thousands of mountains with an unenthusiastic clap of their hands, moving said mountains and rivers was done with just the same level of ease.

They would dig out the spiritual veins and the lands they fed and move them to their own grounds. And if they were the slightly considerate sort, instead of leaving a massive crater behind, they would use their vast powers to restore the land to what it looked like before—well, minus the spiritual veins and the other precious resources they took, so it was more form than substance.

So who knew what had happened to the main grounds of the Eternal Blossom Sanctum Sect, or even the Frozen Serenity Sect for that matter, as the other listed item, the Netherworld Ice Fire Lotus, was said to be owned by a member of theirs called Li Jun, who Yang Qing guessed was more than likely the figure Ren Shu had lauded as the Master of Ten Thousand Daos.

Yang Shitong had shared the location of where the sect’s main grounds had been, but Yang Qing knew it was unlikely to be there still if it had been dug up after the sect fell. After all, that was exactly what happened with the Myriad Beast Sect. Seventy percent of their lands were dug up and split between the two current holy lands, the Radiant Sword Sect and the Flowing Valleys Sect, while the remaining thirty percent was split among the rest.

As for what the Order acquired, it was pure luck that they managed to obtain it in the first place. It was not just because it had been a literal dumping ground that it deterred most organizations; it was also the fact that said dumping ground was filled with miasma, hidden traps, and countless dangers that could have killed any domain expert with ease and within minutes.

Barring the mature dragon vein, it had nothing of worth. So many organizations let it be. And those tempted by the spiritual vein, sadly, were those without the ability to traverse those dangers and gain ownership of it.

So the land remained isolated and covered in dung and miasma and who knows what else, until it was handed to the Order when it was formed, and it took them close to fifty years just to cleanse it before they started to work on it to the point that they could use it as their foundation and transform it into what it was today.

Therefore, Yang Qing did not believe the information Yang Shitong shared would be of help, given how old the information was. But he also did not believe it was completely useless either.

While he would not go search for those treasures himself, as he had great self-awareness and an even greater appreciation for being alive, having information on who owned what and where was not a bad thing to have, especially when said information was tied to extremely precious natural dao treasures and ancient sects.

Such information, even if unproven, was still something that would garner quite high interest, especially for the right market, like someone such as Song Quan, whose recipe needed said ingredients and also the fact that the recipe he was making was likely tied to his search for a realm related to the Eternal Blossom Sanctum Sect. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Yang Shitong’s information was definitely something he would lap up.

Adding to that, there was also the fact that the treasures could still be in the places Yang Shitong mentioned. As he had grown to know, just like his grandfather, cultivators—especially the more seasoned ones—were highly deceptive and secretive.

They knew how to protect what they valued and hide it well to the point that even years long after their death, said hidden items had a really good chance of remaining undiscovered. Were that not the case, then ruin exploration would not be as popular and profitable as it is.

Almost every other day, there was news of some ruin or treasure related to some organization or person from a bygone era being discovered by some lucky cultivator, and in other cases, there would be phenomena triggered either naturally or accidentally that ended up revealing locations or things tied to an ancient legacy.

This meant that there were still ancient legacies to find, which meant that they must have been hidden well for them to go this long without being discovered. Take the Eternal Blossom Sanctum Sect, for example. It was said that only thirty percent of their legacy was uncovered, with the remaining seventy either lost or hidden away.

It could have been lost in the sands of time or destroyed when the sect was destroyed, or another, more plausible option was that it was hidden away and just had not been found yet. And as an avid reader of history, especially history related to treasures, given his fondness for them—which was in no way whatsoever influenced by his weak financial ability—Yang Qing noticed that these treasures more often than not were cleverly hidden in plain sight, which was what, in part, influenced his habit of buying things that looked like garbage. The more worthless and unassuming an item looked, the more likely Yang Qing was to buy it.

Going by that logic, there was a chance that a part of the Frozen Serenity Sect was still where it formerly stood while it existed and was just hidden away as an unassuming rock, waiting for the fated one to unlock it.

Yang Qing could not help but get giddy as he stood up and sat down in unconcealed excitement, losing himself to the reverie of imagining himself as the fated one, despite moments ago suspecting he had been cursed with the worst luck.