Daily life of a cultivation judge-Chapter 1115 - Auspicious four leaf clover

1115: Auspicious four leaf clover

1115: Auspicious four leaf clover

His skepticism was understandable.

After all, every dao—whether minor or major—was a bottomless pit.

To interact with one was to stare into an endless abyss, a vast expanse of knowledge and principles that no amount of time could ever fully unravel.

No matter how many years one spent exploring and studying, the true depth of a dao would always seem beyond reach.

This was why mastering even a single dao was an arduous task, even for the truly gifted.

Yang Qing considered himself fairly talented in the palace realm, his comprehension abilities bolstered by his peerless jade physique, which gave him an edge when deciphering cultivation arts—one of the many windows into the dao.

Yet, despite his talent—despite even evolving an art to the blue grade—he still felt as though he had barely scratched the surface of his dao.

It remained as vast, mysterious, and unfathomable as it had been before he ever stepped into the palace realm.

And now, he was supposed to believe that someone had not only learned a thousand daos but had mastered them?

Mastering an art and mastering a dao were two completely different concepts.

A dao could give birth to countless cultivation arts, but the reverse was unheard of.

To claim mastery over a thousand daos was beyond absurd.

Ren Shu, reading through his thoughts, merely smiled.

“Knowing what you do about the subsidiary arts related to the Frozen Serenity Scripture, do you still think it’s so far-fetched that he could have mastered a thousand daos?” Ren Shu asked.

Yang Qing wanted to reflexively say no, but when he truly considered it, he hesitated.

The two subset arts the Order possessed alone were extraordinary.

One was a body refinement art, with techniques powerful enough to remain useful well into the later stages of cultivation if fully mastered.

The other was a meditation art that refined and significantly strengthened the soul—something that would be immensely beneficial to someone like Su Jinjing, who naturally possessed a powerful soul.

Beyond those, Bai Chen’s subset was a sword art, while the Ice Emerald Sect had one that focused on spell-based cultivation, featuring a myriad of spells that could seamlessly integrate with various forms of combat—fists, palms, spears, and swords alike.

Then there were those from the list of the sect’s victims and targets: a formation-based subset, another centered around beast nurturing and taming—specifically insects—an alchemy-based one, and who knew how many others.

Each of these arts was formidable, all reaching the blue grade, and despite covering vastly different aspects of cultivation, they all traced back to the same origin art.

That realization gave Yang Qing pause.

As impossible as mastering different daos seemed, the sheer breadth and depth of the Frozen Serenity Scripture’s influence made him wonder.

Could it really be true?

If it was, then that sect master wasn’t just a monster—he was a monster among monsters.

“Did he really…?” Yang Qing muttered softly, his voice tinged with disbelief, wonder, fear, and admiration.

“I don’t know about others, but I believe he did,” answered Ren Shu.

“Me too,” Shao An chimed in.

“I guess…

me too now,” Yang Qing murmured, shaking his head, still gripped by disbelief.

His mind circled back to his earlier thoughts.

“Considering the lineup involved in its creation, can the Frozen Serenity Scripture still even be considered a purple-grade art?

What were they after when they created it?

Or maybe it was just a hobby…

a challenge to see how far a cultivation art could reach,” he mused, his attention drifting so deeply into thought that he missed the strange look Ren Shu and Shao An exchanged before both shook their heads and turned their focus back to him.

“It was a long time ago.

Who knows what they were after—or if they were even thinking about anything at all?” Ren Shu said casually.

“Maybe the whole thing was just a happy consequence of a Dao discussion they were having.”

His lighthearted remark dispelled the weight in the air, bringing Yang Qing back to the present.

He smiled at the thought.

“Maybe,” he said with a chuckle.

“Thank you for humoring me.” He cupped his fists in gratitude to both Soul Formation experts.

He still hadn’t found any concrete proof of Bai Chen’s whereabouts, but he felt inexplicably enriched, as if his understanding had expanded in a way he couldn’t quite describe.

And as for Bai Chen’s matter—though he didn’t have definite answers, the revelations shared by Shao An and Ren Shu had at least given him a direction to start looking.

Knowing Bai Chen was alive was as good a starting point as any, and for that alone, he was grateful.

What he had gained here far exceeded what he had expected when he first came.

“If you want to repay me, pick up some more shifts here when you have the time,” said Ren Shu.

“I will,” Yang Qing replied casually, though beneath his tone, one could sense the firm resolve in his words.

“Here, take this,” Shao An suddenly said, handing Yang Qing a rectangular wooden token.

The token was a deep orange hue, radiating a gentle warmth. freewёbnoνel.com

At its center was the symbol of a four-leaf clover, with each leaf containing a detailed carving of a mythical creature: a dragon, a phoenix, a white tiger, and a black tortoise.

For some reason, though all four carvings appeared identical in craftsmanship, Yang Qing felt something different—something abstruse—about the leaf with the phoenix.

He couldn’t quite place what it was, only that it felt distinct from the others.

His curiosity, however, soon shifted to the material of the token itself.

The moment he laid eyes on it, he felt his spirit stir slightly, a subtle relaxation washing over his body.

The sensation deepened when he touched it, as if the wood carried an innate soothing energy.

Just as he was about to ask what it was made of—and what its purpose was—Shao An continued,

“That is the Auspicious Four-Leaf Clover Wooden Talisman,” he said, gesturing toward the token that Yang Qing was now carefully handling, his fingers brushing over its surface as if trying to discern its texture.

“I’m guessing you intend to handle some of the investigation personally, right?”

“Yes,” Yang Qing nodded slightly.

As much as he hated being away from the headquarters, with his two roaming inquisitors tied up in other cases, he would have to do some of the legwork himself.

Even with Fan Mei handling part of it, there were still things he had to see to personally.

Aside from his promise to handle the matter—which was one of the things that had pushed him to take a more active role—there was also the matter of the yin qi in Bai Chen’s soul lantern.

His physique granted him an inherent sensitivity to such energies, so whether he wanted to or not, he would have to get to the front lines.

He needed to see if he could pick up any trace of that energy along the route Bai Chen and his disciple had taken.

He hated it, but given the circumstances, leaving the Order’s main grounds was inevitable.

“If you find anything remotely contaminated with that yin qi, feed it to the token.

It should help formulate a rough trail—the more yin energy you provide, the clearer the path will be, though it still won’t be exact,” Shao An explained before proceeding to guide Yang Qing on how to use it.

The process was straightforward.

Yang Qing only needed to direct the collected qi into the token, but the tricky part was ensuring the qi remained pure, free of other elements.

Fortunately, with his physique and purple-grade cultivation art, this wasn’t an issue.

Yang Qing offered Shao An a deep bow of gratitude before carefully tucking the wooden token away.