Daily life of a cultivation judge-Chapter 1113 - Revelations of the scripture
1113: Revelations of the scripture
1113: Revelations of the scripture
After making that statement, another thought burrowed into Yang Qing’s mind.
“What would a dark yin water oak treefolk or an aurora dark winter jade spruce tribe want with Bai Chen?” he muttered, his expression turning pensive.
A glaring thought pushed its way to the forefront of his suspicions: Frozen Serenity Scripture.
It didn’t take much for his mind to go there.
From the moment he learned about this case, a part of him had suspected that Bai Chen’s disappearance—along with his disciple and the others aboard the ship—might have something to do with the Frozen Serenity Sect and its legacy art.
Now, hearing about treefolk with an affinity for yin-related qi, he couldn’t help but wonder if Bai Chen’s cultivation of a subset art of the Frozen Serenity Scripture had made him a target.
After all, the arts tied to the Frozen Serenity Scripture were deeply rooted in yin energy, even if they didn’t require nebulous yin qi for cultivation.
With his thoughts lingering on the long-lost ancient sect and its legacy, Yang Qing voiced his doubts.
“Bai Chen cultivates a sword art tied to the Frozen Serenity Scripture,” he began.
“I don’t know how much you know about the sect, but could they have possessed treasures related to nebulous yin qi or anything else tied to it?”
For a sect with strength and foundations rivaling the current holy lands, and with a legacy art fundamentally tied to the yin element with a mix of water, Yang Qing would be remiss not to suspect they had access to nebulous yin qi.
Given the advantages it offered and the sect’s roots, it made perfect sense for them to possess such a resource.
After all, nebulous yin qi would greatly contribute to the cultivation of their legacy arts, offering profound insights into the mysteries and truths tied to the Supreme Yin Path.
Some part of him even entertained the idea that some of their members might have been from the two Treefolk tribes.
“They would have had it.
In fact, according to a few records, they did own a natural treasure capable of absorbing regular yin energy and converting it into nebulous yin qi,” Shao An answered.
“The Nebula Dream Iris,” Ren Shu chimed in, finishing Shao An’s statement.
Seeing the confusion and the flicker of greed in Yang Qing’s eyes, Ren Shu couldn’t help but form a wry smile.
“Whatever greedy or triumphant thoughts you’re harboring, you should dispel them immediately,” Ren Shu said, his gaze piercing as Yang Qing smiled sheepishly from his desires being easily seen through.
“Why is that?” Yang Qing asked, his curiosity fueled by a hint of lingering greed.
“For one, the nebula dream iris needs to reach the saint realm before it can freely produce nebulous yin qi from the ambient yin qi in its surroundings,” Ren Shu replied.
“And secondly,” he continued, “for one to even form, its seed must be soaked in ten million catties worth of nebulous yin qi.
If the aurora dark winter jade spruce tribe had access to such an amount, it’s not an exaggeration to say they could have produced over a hundred soul formation experts.
That much qi could also sustain them for at least 100,000 years.”
“Likely more,” Shao An added softly.
Yang Qing wasn’t sure if he meant more soul formation experts, more years of sustainability, or perhaps both.
Either way, the point had been driven home—cultivating a nebula dream iris to maturity was an unfathomably difficult task, given the staggering amount of nebulous yin qi required.
“How long would it take to gather that much?” he murmured, his voice tinged with disbelief.
“In a region densely rich in nebulous yin qi?
Probably about 100,000 years.
In an area with an average yield, likely five times that.
And anywhere else… even a million years might not be enough,” Ren Shu explained.
“That long?” Yang Qing muttered, his shock evident as he processed the staggering numbers.
“Considering its value, I don’t think the time or the volume of qi needed for it to mature can really be called costly.
Very few things in the world can do what it does—converting all other types of yin qi, as well as qi rich in water elements, into nebulous yin qi.
While its output isn’t astronomical, it can perpetually produce nebulous yin qi without being restricted by time, season, or location, as long as the necessary ingredients are present.
And when it comes to assimilation and conversion, its versatility is unmatched.
Anything will do—whether it’s the ambient yin qi in the air, rare or common treasures rich in yin qi, or even those infused with the water element.
It can take it all and refine it into nebulous yin qi,” Ren Shu explained.
“With what it’s capable of, if either of the treefolk tribes were given a seed to nurture, I’d bet none of them would hesitate to wait all those years for it to mature.
Because once it does, it’s no different from securing the future of their lineage, especially for the aurora dark winter jade spruce tribe.”
Yang Qing couldn’t help but nod in agreement.
For them, a nebula dream iris would likely be the most precious commodity in the world.
It was no different from the legacies that sustained a sect’s longevity and power or the bloodlines that preserved a clan’s strength across generations.
Viewed from that perspective, the time and effort required to nurture a nebula dream iris didn’t seem excessive—especially if the very survival of one’s tribe, sect, or clan depended on it.
“Do you know what happened to the nebula dream iris they owned?” Yang Qing asked.
“Is there a chance it could still be around?” His tone carried a hint of hesitation and doubt.
“I’m not entirely sure,” Ren Shu admitted.
“The Frozen Serenity Sect has been gone for over 200,000 years.
Most of what they owned has changed hands countless times, while other things have faded into obscurity, surviving only as rumors and hearsay.”
“You think Bai Chen might have had it?” Shao An asked.
“Some part of me…
yes,” Yang Qing replied.
“Who knows how or where he got his cultivation art?
Maybe the same place held other remnants of the Frozen Serenity Sect—like the nebula dream iris.
Or if not the iris itself, then something tied to it, like a seed or an associated treasure.
And somewhere along the way, in the daily course of his life, someone with ties to one of the two treefolk tribes might have sensed it on him and acted.
With how attuned they are to nebulous yin qi, wouldn’t they also be able to sense treasures connected to it?”
“Yes, they are,” Shao An answered.
“But there are a few holes in your assessment.
First, in its seed form, the nebula dream iris is usually dormant.
Its essence is completely withdrawn, making it undetectable even to the senses of treefolk members—let alone soul formation experts.
The only way to identify it as a nebula dream iris seed is if you’ve seen one before or when it finally germinates and fully blooms.
Until then, no one can tell it apart from any other seed.
Second, let’s say Bai Chen actually got his hands on the flower.
The moment it’s exposed, it drastically alters its surroundings.
A glacier would form instantly wherever it is, and all yin and water-laced spiritual qi in the area would be pulled toward it with immense force.
The disturbance would be impossible to miss—figures at the palace realm and above would immediately sense the change.
If he ever revealed the flower, it would be no different than announcing to the world that he had it.
While not everyone drawn in would recognize exactly what it was, the sheer phenomenon it creates would be more than enough to expose the fact that he possessed something extraordinary.
The only way to keep it hidden would be to seal it inside an artifact that could suppress its influence—similar to the jade boxes we use to store freshly harvested herbs to preserve their potency.
Alternatively, he’d need to set up a multilayered top-tier gold-grade array or a singular purple-grade formation to contain and isolate its presence and effect on the outside world.
Or… he’d need access to a mysterious realm or grotto where he could let it exist freely,” Shao An explained.
“If he didn’t have the means to contain it, then it wouldn’t just be the two treefolk tribes who would have known he had the nebula dream iris—everywhere he went and settled, those living there would have known.
And with that knowledge would come trouble…” Shao An paused briefly before continuing.
“He wouldn’t still be alive if that were the case.
With his strength, he would have likely been killed long ago.”
“The fact that he’s alive now means one of two things: either he never had it in the first place, or he does have it, but it’s sealed inside a special storage artifact—one he’s never opened or interacted with.
If he was taken intentionally, then it was likely for an entirely different reason,” Shao An added.
“Thank you for the clarification,” Yang Qing said, cupping his fists.
His mind, however, was already drifting toward other potential reasons behind Bai Chen being targetted, with the flower already debunked as a factor.
Before he could dwell on it for too long, Shao An spoke again, pulling his attention back.
“That being said… while his disappearance may have nothing to do with the nebula dream iris, we can’t dismiss the possibility that his cultivation art played a role.
After all, of those who formulated the Frozen Serenity Scripture, two were mythical beings—one of them a dragon… and the other… a treefolk,” Shao An said, his voice still soft and casual, his expression unreadable.
Yang Qing, however, was anything but calm.
Surprise was written all over his face as he struggled to process what he had just heard.
Two mythical beings collaborating to create a cultivation art was virtually unheard of.
Yang Qing had always thought the Frozen Serenity Scripture was special—its subset arts spanned different schools of cultivation, yet all stemmed from the same source.
He often wondered how such a feat had been accomplished, how a single art could branch into countless divergent paths while still converging back to the same origin.
At times, he even questioned whether classifying it as a purple-grade art was sufficient, given its unique characteristics.
But now, learning that it had been formulated through the combined efforts of two mythical beings, everything finally made sense.
Reining in his spiraling thoughts and emotions, Yang Qing couldn’t help but ask, somewhat tentatively,
“Was that treefolk from the Aurora Dark Winter Jade Spruce tribe?”
“Yes, she was,” Shao An replied. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
Even though he half expected that to be the case, with him already harboring suspicions that the Frozen Serenity Sect may have had some members with ties to both or one of the mentioned treefolk tribes, he still couldn’t help but feel surprised nonetheless, especially with the involvement of another mythical race.
