Daily life of a cultivation judge-Chapter 965: Courtyard of beginnings and endings

Yang Qing sighed in relief when he saw Luo Suyun calm down and regain the tranquil look she had before unlike the murderous state that had assailed her.

In truth, Yang Qing was clutching at straws when he said the Sanctuary Sakura Tree would protect her. He wasn’t all too sure it would calm her down and just went for it based on her interaction with it. He had also used a bit of his spiritual qi to aid in the efforts incase the sakura tree comment proved insufficient.

Looking at her restrained aura and the curious look she was showing him, his intervention was a success.

"I am not a tree," Yang Qing said in exasperation. Having seen that look, he knew exactly what she was thinking.

Luo Suyun didn’t say anything, her response being a small bright smile that seemed to match the gentle vibrancy of the sakura flowers perfectly.

"She doesn’t seem like she believes it," thought Yang Qing. His plans to further convince her she was wrong were put on pause, as the voice that triggered her violent reaction, spoke once more.

"I didn’t think she could smile."

"Whether I can smile or not is none of your business," Luo Suyun coldly said as she turned her face away from the speaker with her attention brought back to the Sakura tree.

The owner of the voice was a young man of slender build with long flowing auburn hair matching eyes and a gentle and scholarly charm about him. He had a refined charm, which had an undertone of earthy simplicity that was held together by a sense of composure built on wisdom.

"No wonder Luo Suyun looked like she was about to explode," thought Yang Qing as his attention fell on the newcomer.

The young man had an affable presence about him that made it easy for people to warm up to him. He looked like someone you could confide in and trust with your woes and even secrets. He had that nature to him.

However, it was this very young man with a friendly and gentle nature to him who had slaughtered countless cultivators using an esoteric blood refinement art in which he harvested and refined cultivators into potions and pills, as would an alchemist using spiritual herbs and other naturally occurring ingredients.

The young man would use the life essence of cultivators to craft all manner of pills and potions and use them to heal others. He also used it to strengthen the healing arts featured within the blood art he cultivated.

Yes, the person before him was none other than Gao Wei, one of those featured in his list for rehabilitation. However for him, unlike the rest, he wasn’t put on the list for consideration because of good behavior.

As a blood arts user, he would have been executed immediately let alone get consideration for the rehabilitation program if it were not for the fact that he was a blue-grade healer and alchemist. Before he became a blood art user, he had worked under the tutelage of an inner disciple of the Medical Saint Garden Sect and earned her recognition, after which he proceeded to open a clinic known as the Jade Miracle Cure Pavilion.

Even though it is not known when exactly he became a blood art user owing to the esoteric nature of his art which made it difficult to decipher its origins which not only affected outsiders looking to investigate it, but its user too. Gao Wei had no idea when or where he found the art only that he had found himself being able to use the art at some point, other than that he knew nothing.

Even if it couldn’t be ascertained when exactly he started using the art, it was safe to assume he started using the art after he had left the Medical Saint Garden. If he had been a blood arts user whilst he was still a trainee of theirs, odds were high bordering on certain that he would have been found out.

If it was asked which organizations blood arts cultivators would not try to infiltrate easily, the Medical Saint Garden would be among the top within that list. They had perfected the art of sniffing out blood refinement cultivators and while they were known to save lives, they would be agents of death when it came to blood refinement cultivators.

Had Gao Wei been a blood arts user before he opened up his clinic, there was no way he would have gone to the Medical Saint Garden much less trained under one of their inner sect disciple. As such it was safe to assume that whatever achievements he made whilst still at the sect was entirely from his talent and not with the assistance of the blood art he cultivated.

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His title as a blue-grade healer and alchemist were therefore genuine articles since he earned them before leaving the sect. Those titles were not the only thing noteworthy about him. In addition to being a blue-grade healer, a blue-grade alchemist, and a trainee under an inner sect disciple of the Medical Saint Garden, he was also a member of the Gao clan, a rank 2 clan, albeit he was part of the branch family and not the main but even then, his grandfather was the leader of said branch, and was a palace realm expert to boot.

Had Gao Wei not become a blood arts cultivator, his trajectory in life would have been different. He would have likely risen within the Gao clan borrowing the prestige of his two titles and his association with one of the inner sect disciple of the Medical Saint Garden. He clearly had talent as evidenced by his achievements, and if the Gai main family decided to support him wholly, who knows maybe he would have risen in the ranks and added to their number of domain experts.

But alas because he dipped his toes into a taboo matter and used blood arts to refine cultivators into pills and potions whilst also using them to strengthen his abilities, his trajectory in life shifted and he was knocked to a different life. A life as a prisoner of the Order and will remain as such until his last breath.

Unlike the others who would be let go provided they lived long to serve their entire sentence or earned enough merits to offset it, Gao Wei didn’t have that luxury. For his crimes, he was given a life sentence. No matter what he did, that fact would never change. He could save the life of the president of the Order and that wouldn’t change his sentence.

For him, being allowed to live was his reward, and whatever good he did thereafter in his rehabilitation all of it would be to offset that debt.

How much is your life worth? That was what Gao Wei had to pay.

Looking at him, Yang Qing could get why Luo Suyun had the urge to slash him, Yang Qing had the same urge too albeit for different reasons. For Luo Suyun it was because of her sensitivity to the lives one had on their hands, and for someone like Gao Wei, a seasoned blood arts refiner, that number was likely not small, hence her agitation.

For Yang Qing, his urge to pummel Gao Wei to the ground was for a different reason.

"Are you done trying to snoop around ?" Yang Qing asked as he smirked coldly, his eyes flashing with an austere black and white light that drew a nervous look from Gao Wei and a surprised look from Luo Suyun and two other figures who had appeared from the pavilion.

One of them was a middle-aged man in black robes, black hair tied in a daoist topknot, a well-groomed beard that was shaped like a sharpened dagger at the bottom with an ordinary face that would not be noticed in a crowd. Walking next to him was a young man who looked to be in his mid-thirties wearing pale blue robes. Though he was handsome, he had this gloomy air around him that dimmed.

Despite their temperaments, both he and the middle-aged man, and Luo Suyun were all looking at Yang Qing with surprise in their eyes owing to the unfathomable pressure he was releasing, but the person with the greatest reaction was Gao Wei the target of said pressure.

His calm presence from before had been replaced by palpable fear. Even during his first years at the Requiem, when he was being properly ’oriented’ into the way of life there he wasn’t as fearful as he was now.

Earlier he had tried to use a secret art to evaluate the green-haired young man before him to get a feel for what their new ’boss’ was like. From his leisurely and carefree presence, he had assumed he was just some ordinary worker from the Order that could in no way compare to some of the terrifying guards who educated him for the past few years.

Yang Qing’s aura and the fact that he was at the second stage of the palace realm, one stage lower than him, was what emboldened him to try and spy on him by trying to evaluate the quality of his soul and foundations. He was just taking a quick look and had nothing else in mind, but the moment he tried to spy on him, he felt like a terrifying force smash into his whole body. It was like he was facing the wrath of the heavens for looking at something he should not have, and that terrifying force penetrated every part of his being.

"F.. forgive me," Gao Wei said, struggling to string the words together as even breathing proved to be difficult.

"Try that again and I will execute you where you stand. However much we value your talents as a healer don’t mistake that as a need for you. From this moment forth your life and death lie in my evaluation of you. If I detect even a single qi where it is not supposed to be, I will take your life, Gao Wei.

The same applies to the rest of you," Yang Qing softly said, though his voice seemed to contain the overwhelming and encompassing force of the heavens and the earth.

His gaze went from Gao Wei and moved to the two newcomers i.e. the middle-aged man in black robes, and the young man in pale blue robes, before finally falling on Luo Suyun and then settling at the center of the compound.

"The place that you’re in is known as the courtyard of beginnings and endings. How you act from this moment forth decides what this place becomes for you," he added as his gaze returned back on Gao Wei, who tried to smile apologetically, but his lips just like his frozen body, betrayed him.