Daily life of a cultivation judge-Chapter 987: Moonlit fog of obscurity

Fan Cai’s worries abated slightly as it got replaced by curiosity. He has always been naturally curious, which he wasn’t sure was something he was born with or it was a consequence of living alone, and it was his way of coping.

Regardless, his eyes shone with interest as he gazed at the fog before him, wondering how it worked.

"I still can’t sense him," he muttered as he deployed his spiritual sense again. His curiosity only grew as a result and it wasn’t long before it got the better of him, and before he knew it his body moved on its own as he stretched out his hand toward the fog.

His eyes instantly widened in surprise and abject fear as he hurriedly pulled back his hand from the fog.

With beads of sweat already forming on his face, he clenched and unclenched his fists several times, with his eyes fully trained on the hand that he had just pulled out of the fog.

The first few seconds he clenched and unclenched the hand with rapid and fierce motions, almost as if he was trying to remove a numbness from it, before finally moving to slow, gentle motions, his expression easing slightly as he did.

"It’s okay," he muttered with a sigh of relief as he used his other hand to massage its joints. Though from how he was doing it, seemed more like he was trying to confirm that his hand was really there and it was indeed so.

Earlier when he touched the fog, he had lost all sensation with the hand he used to touch the fog. From the wrist, onwards, he couldn’t feel anything. It was like his entire hand had disappeared; more aptly, it felt like it had been detached from the rest of his body. Only when he pulled it away from the fog did he regain the sensation of it.

His look of curiosity was quickly replaced by weariness as he walked back to his seat, still massaging his hand to confirm it was really there.

A few minutes passed by and he calmed down somewhat. He was calm enough to start using the hand he touched the fog with, to pour himself another cup of tea. Though with how the kettle was trembling slightly as he poured, he didn’t seem to have completely forgotten the feeling from before.

As he took a sip of his tea, wondering how long Yang Qing would remain in that fog, he sensed and saw a reaction from it. It fluctuated slightly prompting him to press his back against the chair as he tried to increase the distance between him and the fog, fearful that it would touch him.

Luckily it didn’t as it quickly receded in the same manner as it appeared. It looked like it was being sucked backward and before Fan Cai knew it, the entire fog had disappeared and Yang Qing was back in view, with the same carefree aura about him.

"Sorry for keeping you," Yang Qing said with a smile as his eyes fell briefly on Fan Cai’s left hand.

"It’s okay," he answered with a guilty and slightly awkward expression as he subconsciously tried to hide that hand within the sleeves of his robe.

Earlier when he tried to touch the fog, Yang Qing had seen him do it. While Fan Cai couldn’t sense or see anything within the fog, that wasn’t the case for Yang Qing. He could see everything around him. To him it was like the fog wasn’t there, so he could see Fan Cai stretch his hand out to touch it, and his reaction after which left him laughing in amusement.

The fog was a nifty blue-grade art he liked to use sometimes. It was called the moonlit fog of obscurity and paired perfectly with his physique. It required someone with a mastery over yin energy to execute.

By using the yin energy, one could create a fog that erased their presence and it didn’t stop there, provided your mastery of the art and yin energy was high enough, it even doubled as a defensive spell that nullified physical attacks to a point.

Anyone weaker than Yang Qing could forget about their physical attacks reaching him when in that fog. The nature of it erased the presence and quality of physical attacks. Fan Cai losing sensation of his hand was one such effect.

The only way to attack him within that fog was through soul attacks, and even then said soul attacks needed to come from someone whose soul strength was equal to or stronger than Yang Qing’s and the move they used needed to be of similar grade as the moonlit fog of obscurity.

It was a pretty convenient skill, especially when one was scouting a dangerous and unfamiliar place. Once one cultivated the art to the blooming stage in terms of mastery, the fog becomes transparent. Yang Qing had already reached the blooming stage. As for why the fog appeared, it was purposeful on his part.

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Based on his earlier encounter with Fan Cai, he already knew the teen to be overly curious. If he suddenly disappeared, who knew where Fan Cai’s curiosity would lead him, at least with the fog being visible, it would be contained to a point.

Seeing Yang Qing not call him out on what he had done, Fan Cai eased a bit, though he still felt embarrassed, growing to great lengths to avoid eye contact with Yang Qing. However, even as he did so, his disease seemed to be flaring up again, and it didn’t take long before it reared its ugly head again.

"So what were you doing? Was it about my mother?" he asked furtively.

"It was," softly answered Yang Qing as he brought his palms together.

"I was confirming with a friend from the Deer Mountain Range on whether they knew your mother," he added.

"And?" Fan Cai asked with a little bit of hope showing.

"They do know your mother, though not deeply but they do. That friend was raised by your mother’s sister, and is also friends with the bear cub you mentioned," answered Yang Qing.