Daily life of a cultivation judge-Chapter 926: What options do you choose? (1)

As Jiang Huang made that statement his eyes were lacking the craziness he had displayed all throughout. His eyes were tranquil, eluding to his state of mind, which meant whatever remarks he had made towards the end of his statement, they were not strictly fueled by his anger for what happened to him, but rather something he truly believed in.

His thoughts on the matter would have likely been the same even if he wasn’t the one involved, and there were some in the courtroom, if not most, who agreed with his sentiments.

Without irreconcilable enmity, it was considered taboo to interfere with another cultivator when they were close to a breakthrough or when they were in a state of epiphany.

These were things that any cultivator with self-respect would not do. It was one of the unspoken rules of the cultivation world, and what Lin Duyi and Yao De had done touched on that taboo.

As palace realm cultivators themselves, if Jiang Huang had been inches away from the palace realm as he had said, then the two would have been able to tell even without his announcement.

And if they did know, it went without saying that they also knew what would have happened if they forcibly snatched Jiang Huang’s weapon from him.

Jiang Huang was a sword cultivator who had nurtured his sword by continuously nourishing it with his spiritual essence, qi, and insights to the point that the two were one. The two shared a bond that went beyond man and sword, but were instead one entity that shared a similar source, and forcibly separating one from the other would result in grievous injuries to both parties.

The severing of that relationship would result in a soul backlash whose injuries were no different than if someone had dug into Jiang Huang’s soul and tore away a large chunk of it.

Suffering an injury like that, the fact that Jiang Huang’s cultivation base didn’t plummet as a result of it was a miracle in and of itself, breaking through to the palace realm was a foregone conclusion.

Better to suffer grievous injuries to the body than to suffer minor injuries to the soul. The former could be healed provided one had the skills for it, and there was no lack of people or resources to do it, but when it came to the latter, it had countless hurdles.

For one, injuries to the soul usually took long to heal, and secondly, the means to heal said injuries required really skilled individuals who were rare to find and required resources whose rarity was equally so.

The world always operated on the laws of balance. Because of how fragile the soul was, the body was made strong to shelter the soul. The body was always at the frontline to mitigate all damage before it reached the soul. But on some occasions, you would find someone or something with an abnormally powerful soul, and in such cases, usually, the body was weak, and it was the soul’s job to protect the body.

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Great cultivators usually sought to find a perfect balance between the two, and it was what made soul formation cultivators absolutely terrifying. It is when someone is at that stage that one attains perfection in both the soul and the body, a complete cultivator. Yang Qing had lucked out in that regard by unlocking his Yin Yang jade bones that gave him that balance right from the start.

But other cultivators didn’t have that advantage, and could only make up for it through cultivation arts, and treasures.

Jiang Huang’s statement whether made out of anger or not was something any cultivator who had made gains in his or her cultivation would agree with.

Cultivation was said to be going against the tides and competing even against the heavens itself, which highlighted what an arduous journey it was. It required repeated tempering, and sacrifice, to grow and improve.

Every stage was a hurdle, of course, to geniuses some of those hurdles were non-existent, but it cost them something nonetheless. To Yang Qing breaking through to the palace realm was the easiest breakthrough he ever had, but when he was in the body refinement realm to gain the peerless jade physique, he almost died, when he reached the qi refinement realm, to achieve the legendary perfect qi circulation he did go insane because of the strain it had on his body and mind, and when it came to the foundation establishment realm, cultivating purple pillars required consistent effort and meditation.

During that period whenever he was not cultivating, he was meditating, and when he wasn’t meditating, he was researching and doing introspection. Not once did he ever rest and why did he do all that? It was so he could reach greater heights in his cultivation.

How would he have reacted if he had been in Jiang Huang’s shoes, where the actions of two palace realm cultivators effectively shattered his path ahead, rendering all his earlier efforts and sacrifices, moot?

Yang Qing has always been a coward, but when it came to things that truly mattered to him, he would not shrink back, no matter what was ahead, and to him, his cultivation path was one of the things he held dear.

If it was him in Jiang Huang’s shoes, even if he was weaker, he would have ensured Lin Duyi and Yao De paid a steep price. He would not be the only one leaving there with a loss.

If the two asked for some treasure that did not affect his cultivation base, he would hand it over without question, but something close to a natal sword tied to his cultivation, that he would fight to the bitter end. He would risk his life against theirs, so he wondered why Jiang Huang didn’t.

To sword cultivators, saber cultivators, or spear cultivators, to them, the weapon they used was just as important as their life. Disregarding it was no different than disregarding their lives. They would rather die than hand over their weapon.

He knew that fact was true for Yi Jie, and Feng Xin, though for Feng Xin he wasn’t entirely sure. If Feng Xin was offered a chance at dining at an Immortal feast, and the price of entry was his sword, he wasn’t sure if the guy wouldn’t break, but for Su Jinjing he was sure, she would rather die than hand over her spear.

But Yang Qing wasn’t in any place to judge Jiang Huang for the choice he made. He must have had his reasons.

Jiang Huang couldn’t help but clench his fists as the scenes from that day flashed through his mind.

Since it happened he had replayed that scene over and over again. It haunted him when he was awake, it haunted him when he was asleep if he could sleep because ever since he suffered the injury from the separation, the pain was so agonizing, that he could barely even meditate. He always felt like someone was driving a cold jagged knife through his body, cutting him bit by bit ensuring he suffered as much torment as he could.

He was stabbed and gutted in his stomach, chest, hands, legs, back, neck, and head, no single part of his body was spared, and it got worse during the nights, especially so during full moons when the yin qi was densest.

To survive the pain, he turned to a few treasures that could soothe the soul, but they never seemed to work, and those that could, were not something he or the sect could afford, so all he could fall back on was wine that was filled with all manner of intoxicating substances including a few poisonous ingredients such as the glands of the fire poison salamander.

Only then could he maintain some smidge of rationality amidst the torturous pain and it was within those bits of rationality here and there, that he would contemplate the happenings of that day and what he could have done differently.