Daily life of a cultivation judge-Chapter 1057: Sublimating the mind and body

Driven by hunger and excitement, it didn't take Yang Qing long to reach Gold Eagle Town.

The morning sun was just beginning to stretch its rays across the sky, bathing the town in a soft, golden glow. The day's activities were already well underway, moving past the preparatory bustle into a steady rhythm of life.

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Perhaps it was the clear skies, the perfect blend of warmth and breeze, or the vibrant energy of the town, bustling with activity. Or maybe it was the violet card tucked snugly in his pocket. Whatever the reason, Yang Qing felt an overwhelming sense of warmth and gratitude as he walked through the town's lively streets.

Despite his eagerness to visit one of the renowned restaurants of Dreamscape Swallow's Nest, Yang Qing found himself slowing down. The energy of the town drew him in, filling him with a quiet sense of contentment as he absorbed its vibrancy.

In that moment, the town seemed like more than a collection of streets and buildings. It felt like a testament to the purpose of his work at the Order. The cases he'd resolved, the justice he'd sought to provide, and the disputes he'd mediated—they all contributed, however subtly, to scenes like this.

The chaos of the continent and the relentless volatility of the cultivation world often weighed on him, making it easy to doubt the significance of his efforts. Wars raged without end, conflicts erupted faster than they could be resolved, and countless lives were consumed in the flames of strife. Misery persisted, especially among the weak, while those at the top often took cruel delight in oppressing those below.

Yet, in moments like this, he was reminded that his work wasn't meaningless. Even amidst the turmoil, it had value—enough to bring a fragile but genuine peace, however fleeting, to small pockets of spaces like this.

All that chaos sometimes made Yang Qing feel as if what he did was irrelevant. But places like Gold Eagle Town reminded him that it wasn't.

He didn't think of himself as someone with a hero complex, striving to save the world from all its woes. Yang Qing had seen enough ugliness to foster a healthy dose of cynicism. He doubted whether such an all-encompassing ideal was even possible.

As long as there were sentient beings, there would always be something to fight over—resources, opinions, acknowledgment, and countless other causes. Conflict would never lack reasons or participants. From conflict arose grudges, understanding, pain, triumph, and a multitude of emotions and actions that shaped the world in both harmony and strife.

The Order wasn't established to eradicate that chaos—it was there to control it, to shape it into a sustainable form that ensured the continent remained intact at the end of that strife.

Accomplishing that goal was no easy feat, especially in a place where chaos wasn't just a byproduct but an identity. Both the cultivation world and the mortal world thrived on some form of chaos. It was woven into their essence. And even the Order, paradoxically, sometimes used chaos as its tool to maintain peace and sustainability.

In the face of such relentless turbulence, it was easy to feel lost. When all you saw was havoc and madness, doubt could creep in, whispering that your efforts amounted to nothing or that you were no different than the chaos you sought to control. You can only play by the river for so long before you get yourself wet.

But places like Gold Eagle Town were anchors in that storm. They were a light in an otherwise stormy night, a surety that, amidst the chaos, there was meaning and worth in what they did.

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Yang Qing strolled leisurely through the bustling streets of Gold Eagle Town, letting himself be swept along by the flow of life. Though he already had a destination in mind, he decided to indulge himself for the next twenty minutes, wandering aimlessly and following the whims of his heart and mind.

The simple act of walking—of immersing himself in the sights, sounds, and smells of the town—began to unwind the tension coiled within him. His steps grew lighter, and he could feel his mind and body gradually relaxing.

Sage Mountain, while a wonderous haven for cultivation, came with its own challenges. The sheer density of insights one could gain there was both a boon and a burden. Poring through the constant flood of revelations taxed even the sturdiest mind and spirit, and Yang Qing was no exception.

Yes, he was exhilarated by the gains he'd made. That thrill of progress was its own kind of energy, propelling him forward with excitement. But beneath it all, his mind and spirit were still tightly wound, caught in the momentum of that high-energy state.

It was precisely why he'd chosen to come here for a meal. While his gluttonous tendencies certainly played a part, this wasn't purely about satisfying his appetite. It was about balance. Replenishing not just his body but his mind and spirit, helping them ease back into harmony.

Cultivation was, at its core, a pursuit of balance. Too much rigidity, and one risked becoming brittle and prone to shattering. Too much softness, and there would be no substance to mold or shape into anything meaningful. Balance was the key to progress.

The Institute's teachings had drilled this principle into its students. They emphasized harmony between cultivation and meditation, stressing that neither should be neglected. Even the three-month breaks they granted each year were designed to cultivate this balance, ensuring that students didn't lose themselves to the relentless drive for advancement.

Aimlessly wandering through Gold Eagle Town, Yang Qing found a certain peace in simply blending into the lively rhythm of the town. Whether as a participant in brief exchanges or as a casual observer of the spirited bustle, it felt like a meditative experience.

While his cultivation base wouldn't advance through this, the relaxation of his mind and body yielded immense benefits—chief among them, the ability to seamlessly adapt to the transformative insights he had gained at Sage Mountain.

His current state could be likened to that of a child who, after being fed a hearty, nutritious meal, needed to rest to let the nourishment take full effect. Growth required balance, and no part could be neglected.

For Yang Qing, this relaxation was no different. With each step, the tension in his body and mind unwound, helping him integrate and adjust to the changes he had undergone. The chaos of profound realizations was settling into quiet harmony within him, ready to become a stable foundation for future growth.

As he roamed, his steps gradually slowed, his wandering coming to an unintentional halt. His eyes were drawn upward to the signboard of a familiar building, and a smile crept across his face.

"Mao Mao and the rest were right," he muttered, shaking his head with a wry chuckle. "I really am a creature of habit."

Without meaning to, Yang Qing had found himself standing outside the doors of the Bluefin Spine-tailed Swift Escort Agency.