Daily life of a cultivation judge-Chapter 963: Are you human?

"Has she heard me?" wondered Yang Qing as he held his chin, tilting his head slightly at seeing no reaction from the red-robed lady.

Even after introducing himself, a few seconds passed by with her in the same spot, in the same pose, and with the same lost look on her face as she held some of the Sakura flowers in her hands.

Just as Yang Qing was about to reintroduce himself, he saw her pupils expand and shrink rapidly, looking like she had just been jolted awake.

Still carefully holding the sakura flower bundle in her hands like it was some precious treasure to her the lady turned to face Yang Qing, her listless look disappearing as she showed some emotion. It was one of surprise.

"Are you human?" she asked with her eyes slightly widened in surprise. Her voice was mellow and soft like the gentle radiance of the moon, and there was also a sense of innocence and naivety in it.

As she spoke, she reigned in the thick scent of baleful qi and blood that had surrounded her body. Right now she looked no different than a jade beauty with a hint of delicate naivety and a bit of coldness to her.

Yang Qing, already used to the weird owing to the characters he usually associated with, Ellie and his grandfather topping that list, remained unperturbed by the question as he answered it naturally.

"I am human, at least I think I am," Yang Qing said as he pulled back his sleeves revealing his forearm, and his feet exposed by the sandals and socks he was wearing.

"My grandfather and a few of my friends do call me a tree sometimes, but that is because they are not really good people," he added, his response only seeming to add to the confusion the red-robed lady had as she narrowed her eyes slightly to evaluate Yang Qing as her gaze alternated between him and the sakura tree behind her.

Her eyes suddenly lit up as she said,

"I can see it,"

"See what?’ Yang Qing hesitantly asked.

"You are a tree," the red-robed lady said, looking slightly elated.

"Not her too," Yang Qing thought as he resisted the urge to face-palm.

Where his grandfather and the rest were merely teasing him by calling him a tree, when Luo Suyun said it, she truly believed as evidenced by the pure childlike innocence she had on her face as she said it.

Yang Qing unwilling to allow his identity to be saddled with that of a tree, no less by someone who would be under his command for the foreseeable future until either one of them died, sought to rectify the issue.

He cleared his voice slightly, placing one hand behind his back trying to radiate a sagely aura. His posture and demeanor seemed to work as Luo Suyun even without meaning to, seemed to pay apt attention to Yang Qing as she straightened her gait slightly.

Yang Qing nodded inwardly pleased with his depiction of a sage.

"I am not a tree," Yang Qing softly said, adopting the tone of a teacher trying to set a young student down the right path.

"But you have the same aura as this Sakura tree," Luo Suyun said as she pointed to the Sakura tree behind her.

"You may have the slight scent of blood on you, but I can sense the same pure energy of life as this sakura tree. If you were human, or even a spirit beast, I would have reacted to you,"

"What type of reaction?" Yang Qing asked curiously as he walked over to the Sakura tree, parsing his hands through some of its flowers.

As he walked over, Luo Suyun seemed to take a sniff as she softly muttered,

"I was right, he smells like it too,"

She took another whiff for good measure nodding to herself as if affirming her guess to be right, as she did.

She turned her body, her face staring straight at the sakura tree.

Her gaze soon turned nostalgic.

"While I have gotten better at controlling it thanks to the help I was given at Requiem, I still get this bubbling anger, disgust, and a growing sense of bloodlust that triggers the baleful qi within my body every time I am around things that have taken a life, and that is especially so when it comes to people.

The sensation I get varies, but I get this suffocating feeling like an air filled with magma fumes is being forced down my body. The smell is nauseating, to say the least, which grows in unbearable disgust the more lives one has taken, especially in a certain way," Luo Suyun said, pausing briefly as her gaze fell on the courtyard, a bit of killing intent flashing in her eyes as a baleful qi was released briefly from her body before she forcefully withdrew it, quickly looking at the sakura flower in her hands.

Yang Qing couldn’t say he knew her well, with the only thing he knew about her being from what he read on the report handed to him by Shao An, and the little he could infer from talking to her, now. But despite knowing little about her, he couldn’t help but feel surprised when he saw her pure heartfelt smile when she saw the sakura flower was okay.

For some reason, he didn’t think she was a smiling type, but the smile of relief and appreciation on her face said differently.

With how she looked, the innocence and purity around her, one would not think that she was someone who had taken a life and not just a single one but in the hundreds of thousands, and amid that number six of them were even palace realm cultivators.

Yang Qing couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, pitying her fate. Luo Suyun, the saber spirit named the ’guardian crescent moon’ by its creator in the hopes that the saber would accompany his daughter protecting her, especially on the darkest of days.

But as it happens with misfortune, it strikes unannounced and with fierce momentum. By the time you realize it has arrived, it’s already too late, and that was ever so for Luo Suyun. The person she was created for, ended up dying, and in some cruel twist of fate that ended up being the impetus that gave rise to her spirit, and jumping to the ranks of the monarch-grade weapons from being a top-tier sky-grade weapon.

But even then, it was too late. No matter what abilities she had, she could never bring back the dead, and thus could no longer fulfill the purpose for which she was created. The guardian crescent moon saber could no longer guard, and thus it adopted a new moniker, the beheading bleeding moon of devastation.

Th𝗲 most uptodate novels are published on ƒгeewёbnovel.com.

Yang Qing couldn’t help but sympathize with her. Her first-ever memory was that of loss and tragedy. She never really got to enjoy the joys of life or discover anything beyond slaughter and death.