Daily life of a cultivation judge-Chapter 981: Name whispered to the moon in the night

Yang Qing looked over the four names in the contract belonging to the Starlight Lake Sect before he turned his attention back to Fan Cai whose worry seemed to have doubled in the short time that Yang Qing was reading that contract, and in a bid to contain it, he kept chugging the tea he had been offered.

It wasn’t long before he emptied his cup, then came a feeling of awkwardness where he wanted to refill it but was hesitant because of how far he had finished it, and no matter how distracted and swallowed by worry he was, he could tell the tea was brewed from precious ingredients, with almost all of them being top tier sky grade ingredients.

His qi was instantly activated, invigorated, and purified from drinking the tea. The effect was ten times better than the high-grade spirit stones he used to supplement his cultivation. The difference came in the fact that the energy coming from the tea was purer and much more refined than that found in high-grade spirit stones.

He didn’t need to actively use his core to refine and purify the spiritual qi provided into a condensed form of energy usable by his body as he did with spirit stones. Drinking the tea was no different than consuming a precious panacea.

Spiritual herbs were more sought after than spirit stones because of that particular factor. The energy contained in them was pure and refined and didn’t require much effort to assimilate them and their effects on the cultivator were instantaneous.

The tea matched the precious resources his mother left him as she exhorted him to use them sparingly and only at critical moments of his cultivation, and here was a tea with the same level of energy and wondrous ability being offered casually by Yang Qing. He wanted to drink more, but with how precious it was, he was unnerved at drinking more.

Yang Qing seeing his hesitation, leaned forward and poured him some more as he had a feeling if he asked Fan Cai to do it, the latter was likely to politely refuse. He thus took away that chance at refusal from him by pouring him a cup before he could refuse while adding a few more words,

"Don’t hold yourself back. That kettle might look like it doesn’t hold much, but I can promise you it contains enough snowberry tea to fill up at least 10,000 barrels of 500 liters each. So don’t worry too much about it.

Besides, other than its taste, I don’t derive much from it, and I have a never-ending supply of it and it doesn’t cost much.

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I could casually feed an entire city with it," Yang Qing leisurely said.

Fan Cai didn’t look like he believed him, but he nonetheless cupped his fists, as he offered his gratitude.

"Thank you for being gracious to me," he solemnly said.

No matter how uneasy he felt, if something did happen to his mother, he might as well grasp any opportunity to improve his strength in preparation for whatever future lay ahead of him.

"Did your mother ever mention the name of the elder she made a connection with?"

"Not directly, but she mentioned enough for me to correlate with the contract. It’s Liu Jie, one of the signatories of the contract," Fan Cai said as he preciously cupped his tea with two hands, taking measured sips as a certain memory flashed in his eyes.

During one of his mother’s visits, she had been especially emotional that day, something that was unlike her. She was always stoic, cloaked in the temperament of a veteran soldier training fresh recruits. But on one particular day, she seemed out of sorts. It was on that day, at night under the full moon, she was drinking, while he was in the background clenching his fists in resentment that she started talking.

She proactively divulged information about herself, though from the way she was seated and where her attention was, it seemed like she was talking to herself rather than sharing with him.

That night was the day she first revealed that she was originally from the Deer Mountain Range, reminiscing about how amazing and simpler those days were before she got melancholic about her separation from her sister and some of the friends she had left behind. She went on to lament about the joys and miseries of life, and how the long lives afforded to them as spirit beasts and worse, a powerful spirit beast at that, could sometimes bring eternal torment if all you had were regrets.

Amid that rollercoaster of emotions was when she mentioned a name with a tender and fragile look to her that Fan Cai thought he had been hallucinating before envy took over. She softly muttered a name, ’Jie’er’ was what she said, with the tenderness of a person calling out their lover’s name.

Fan Cai was five years old at the time and as such was likely unfamiliar with such matters, but some part of him could tell the emotions behind the expression. It was just that intense. With how awestruck she looked and his mind wandering, it didn’t take him too long to wonder if the person she muttered so softly, a person that managed to trigger such emotions from her, then maybe, just maybe said person was his father.

Quickly swept up in those emotions, he mustered enough courage to ask her. Things didn’t go as he expected, and his timing proved to be wrong as his question served as a wake-up call, removing his mother from the melancholic state she was in. An action that he has regretted to date. If he let her be, maybe she would have divulged more but his asking instantly brought out the mother he knew, resented, and was afraid of slightly.

But regardless of her actions or inaction on the matter, Fan Cai strongly believed whoever that Jie’er was, he meant something to his mother, and not just something, but was a huge part of her life, if he could elicit such strong emotions from her. And knowing his mother, especially how guarded she was with people, even her child, there was a high likelihood that person was his father.

She may have not said it in obvious words, but her reaction that night more or less confirmed it and just like her, he kept that name safely stored away in his heart, waiting for an opportune moment to bring it out and learn more about it, and lo and behold it did.

Several years later when his mother handed him her contract for safekeeping, he saw someone there with the name Jie, Liu Jie, one of the holders of the contracts. Having learned his lesson from before, he knew well enough not to ask his mother, keeping the guess in his heart.

As many Jies as there are around the world, what are the odds that the place his mother basically sold herself to, has someone with that name and he is actually one of the contract signatories?