Daily life of a cultivation judge-Chapter 962: Red beauty beneath the sakura tree

Having already handled everything that needed handling, Yang Qing left Song Chuanli’s place, leaving Ma Yuan behind, giving him a day to acquaint himself with the cleansing beetles and the abode.

Ideally, he would have liked him to remain at Song Chuanli’s abode and soak up everything that he could for the two months he had, but with his other combat training to handle, and the weird almost symbiotic resonance he had developed with the spiritual plants and animals at Yang Qing’s abode, where said plants and animals seemed to strengthen Ma Yuan’s body using Yang Qing’s residual qi and aura as conduit.

Ma Yuan needed to be strengthened holistically as much as possible and while Song Chuanli’s abode was richer be it in terms of the quality of spiritual qi and the other components involved, it didn’t have that healing resonant effect that Yang Qing’s abode had.

There was also the fact that Ma Yuan was crippled which meant that as valuable as a mature dragon spirit vein was, its value was lost on him. He couldn’t absorb its spiritual qi, nor could he sense the profound mysteries and truths contained therein with his core formation cultivation base. Other than breathing rich air, he wouldn’t gain much from the vein.

There were also the treatments he had with his grandfather and his team. While they could do it here, Yang Qing didn’t trust his grandfather one bit around Song Chuanli’s abode, they were after all grandfather and grandson, and he didn’t just share a name and blood with the old geezer. They did have some overlaps in certain habits.

With all the aforementioned considerations, Ma Yuan and Yang Qing thus decided Ma Yuan would spend six hours out of the day under the tutelage of the four cleansing beetles, and the remainder of the time would be spent at Yang Qing’s abode.

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Leaving Ma Yuan behind, Yang Qing made a brief stopover at the Thousands Flavors restaurant where he coincidentally found Mao Yunru. He shared a meal with her which he didn’t know whether it was because of her company, the cooks had improved their abilities overnight by leaps and bounds, or because of the energy he had expended at Song Chuanli’s place, but the meal felt especially tantalizing, much more than the usual, that Yang Qing ended up ordering more dishes than normal.

Because he was a regular at the place, the continuous flow of dishes to his table and the bottomless pit he called his mouth and appetite, he didn’t draw much attention, for eating like a taotie that is, but he still drew curious glances on account of Mao Yunru.

Mao Yunru was quite the looker, even in an ocean filled with beauties like the Order, she still stood out, and for a place frequented by outsiders, it was a given she would receive looks whilst eating at the restaurant, only this time mixed in with the covetous and admiring looks, there was another emotion mixed in there, and it was one of surprise.

Surprise that she was seated with someone eating so much, and the bigger surprise was she actually seemed to enjoy it as she ate along with said person. She didn’t eat as much or as fast, but she ate her fair share which gave a stark contrast to her physique. The green oaf next to her ate like a thousand people while she ate like twenty people which came as a surprise to her would-be admirers.

The duo went about their business as if they were completely oblivious of it, but inwardly Yang Qing was soaking the looks of surprise in glee, and part of the reason he ordered more food was to push that surprise factor, a scheme Mao Yunru caught on, which luckily she didn’t put a stop to and actually went along with.

After the satisfying meal, Mao Yunru went back to court, and Yang Qing having not been called for any walk-in decided to spend the time completing something he had been on his schedule for a while now, he just didn’t find the right time to do it.

The particular task was meeting with the inmates assigned to him for the rehabilitation program. The vice warden of Requiem, Shao An had already informed him a few days prior that he already had them transferred from Requiem after he made his selection from the list he gave him, and it was up to him when he wanted to meet them, and the steps to follow, which centered on the tasks he would assign to them and use to evaluate.

Yang Qing made his way to his office. From the privacy of it, he took out a red token that was made in the symbol of a phoenix. Just as he was about to activate it, he paused slightly as he looked at his get-up. He still looked like a farmer with straw sandals, black shorts, a short-sleeved light green coat, and a matching tunic.

"There’s no need to dress up for them. Might as well go in the form I’m most comfortable in. Might ease them up a little, if it doesn’t, oh well," Yang Qing muttered with a carefree shrug as he poured a bit of his qi into the phoenix token, an act that seemed to have breathed life into the wooden figurine as it moved, stretching its wings in the process.

The token breathed out golden-red flames that combined to form a golden-red flamed door filled with ancient markings. Yang Qing went for the door’s handle which was in the form of a talon and pulled at it, revealing a path of flames. Without hesitation, Yang Qing walked through, as the door disappeared behind him.

When next he appeared he was at a large clearing with a running brook, a small waterfall, filled with shrubbery and grass around, and at the center there was a sakura tree, and next to it was a three-story pavilion made of the same wood as the token. It was red-orange and it gave off the illusion that the whole courtyard was in flames.

Yang Qing made his way to the Sakura tree where there was a lady who looked to be in her mid-thirties, garbed in black red robes that matched her hair and eyes. She was a breathtaking beauty that would draw the eyes of millions if it wasn’t for the thick scent of blood that surrounded her along with the baleful energy radiating from her body that seemed to want to corrode everything around it.

One of her hands was stretched toward one of the branches, gently cupping one of its flowers on her hand. She had this listless look on her face as she looked at the flower in her hand, almost as if her mind and soul were elsewhere and only her body remained here.

"You must be Miss Luo Suyun, I am Yang Qing," Yang Qing said when he was a few steps from her.