Daily life of a cultivation judge-Chapter 930: Next case?

"Thank you, Judge.." Jiang Huang said as he bowed deeply. With how overwhelmed by emotion he was, he didn’t even have the presence of mind to wonder how the Order got his sword in the first place.

"You’re welcome, Supreme Elder.." Yang Qing said as he created a gentle force with a movement of his hand to help the supreme elder up.

Getting the sword back had not been difficult at all as the sword was in Lin Duyi’s storage ring. To make the hijack a success and smoothly replace Jiang Huang’s imprint on the sword spirit, he had to keep the sword close to him at all times for the conversion.

That sword was what led them to Jiang Huang in the first place. Lin Duyi may have been a despot, but he was no fool in his actions. All acts of tyranny he did were within reason. They were not things the Order could punish him for even if they found out about it. Well, all except one.

Just as Jiang Huang was apologizing to his sword, Yang Qing’s voice tore him away from said apology.

"Supreme elder, Jiang Huang, I know you said you wanted to let the matter end here, which is well within your rights to do so, but could I ask you something, would you like your injuries healed and restored completely?" asked Yang Qing.

"I would.." Jiang Huang answered without hesitation. Who wouldn’t?

For almost a century he has been living in the most agonizing pain he has ever been in that he was forced to fight that pain with poison.

He couldn’t meditate, he couldn’t cultivate, he couldn’t function properly and on especially the bad days, the chilly nights when the yin qi was densest, he always felt like he was being carved up by the scythe of the grim ripper with the chill of his scythe invading every part of his body.

Every month, he would dread the night of the full moon, to the point that a few of those times, he almost wanted to beg the sect master to knock him unconscious or seal his soul somehow so he would not endure that pain. But ultimately he never did.

Right now he could feel the pain was manageable somewhat, especially with the resonance he had with his sword, but manageable was only in comparison with what he had been enduring all this time. In the normal sense, the pain was still bad.

If he were to transfer the pain he was currently under to someone else. ...

Jiang Huang’s attention drifted slightly toward Lin Duyi, who was doing a poor job of hiding his displeasure.

"That silk pants wouldn’t be able to survive a night," he thought in disdain as he felt a rare form of pride well up in him for enduring the pain for as long as he did.

But a second later, he couldn’t help but cough in embarrassment when the memories of how he acted flashed through his mind.

With anticipation in his heart, he couldn’t help but turn his attention toward Yang Qing, filled with an angst of nervousness coupled with hope.

His injury wasn’t irreparable but it required considerable resources and skills, and from the consultation he had done on him, one of those resources was at least an ascendant-grade treasure that dealt with revitalizing the soul.

If he ever wanted his injury to be completely healed, leaving no sequelae behind, he needed either an ascendant grade treasure that healed the soul, a gold grade art with a focus on soul restoration, or the services of gold grade healer or alchemist would do.

None of what was mentioned was easy to get and in as much as the Order was known to be benevolent, the help they gave was per their rules of operation, them healing him was outside of that.

As powerful and resourceful as the Order was, he didn’t think they were opulent to the point that they could casually give some old quasi-palace realm cultivator of some average sect, an ascendant-grade treasure to heal his wounds.

But with how desperate he was, he was in no mood to question the if or the why. He just wanted deliverance. At this point, they could tell him they would only reduce his pain in half but the injury would remain, and he would thank them profusely and even worship them as his ancestors. He was just that desperate.

Hope was one of the most dangerous and frightening things that a desperate man could have and Jiang Huang, despite trying to caution himself against it, couldn’t help but ... hope.

Upon getting Jiang Huang’s response, Yang Qing’s eyes lit up as he slowly turned his attention to the team from the Golden Bamboo Pavilion, putting on the warmest smile he could.

"My friends from the Golden Bamboo Pavilion, considering your considerable resources, will you find it in your hearts to help Supreme Elder Jiang Huang out of his plight? The Order will thank you for it.." said Yang Qing as he showed his pearly white teeth when he smiled widely, to the point he had crescent eyes.

No matter how harmless he looked, he had the air of a cunning viper.

Jiang Huang’s mouth opened widely at the statement. He had expected the offer to come from the Order’s side and not from the pavilion. Everyone within the room could tell he was openly extorting the Golden Bamboo Pavilion. As the person at the center of it, Jiang Huang had a mix of elation and worry at what Yang Qing was doing. The elation part was obvious. It would be the greatest form of retribution if the people who did this to him were the ones to cure him of it and lose a precious ascendant-grade resource in the process. He would be winning twice.

The worry was, whether would they agree to it, and as expected, they didn’t.

"What if we refuse?" Cai Hong asked coldly.

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"He has already agreed to let this matter end here, and he already has his sword back. There is no reason for us to do anything or is the Order trying to force its way?

There are already countless rumors floating around about how you’re no longer satisfied with being moderators and mediators of the continent but instead want to bring the whole southern continent under your domination.

I, of course, know those rumors are totally unfounded.." Cai Hong said, seemingly changing tact.

"But, understand certain actions might prove those rumors true.." she added in a conspiratorial tone.

"Thank you for your faith in the Order, Madame Cai Hong. It means a lot," Yang Qing said still wearing the genial smile despite Cai Hong’s veiled threat.

"On what would happen should you refuse? Well, you’re right, I can’t exactly force the Golden Bamboo Pavilion to do something they don’t want to.." he leisurely added as his gaze moved to Lin Duyi who shrank back at sensing Yang Qing’s attention on him.

"If you can’t help then that’s that, we will just have to settle the matter and let it end here, and then move on to the next case.."

"The next case?" asked Lin Guiren, with his brows lightly furrowed.

From those complaining, Jiang Huang was the last complainant. He couldn’t help but wonder what case was left if there was no one else present to file it. His pupils trembled slightly as his gaze fell on Yang Qing who answered his deduction with a cheerful smile that quickly turned cold.