Daily life of a cultivation judge-Chapter 1114 - Youngest in history

1114: Youngest in history

1114: Youngest in history

“Two mythical races collaborating to create a cultivation art—and not just any races, but a dragon and an aurora dark winter jade spruce tribe treefolk?

Isn’t that a bit of overkill?” Yang Qing mumbled in amazement, a wry smile forming on his lips.

To him, even one of those two being involved would have been enough to leave his head spinning.

Both were renowned for their monstrous powers of comprehension.

Dragons had long established their reputation through the countless cultivation arts, spells, and techniques attributed to them.

As for the aurora dark winter jade spruce tribe, Ren Shu had already admitted to their frightening abilities, stating that even among their fellow mythical treefolk, they stood out.

He had even remarked that they were almost guaranteed to produce domain experts, with their chances of reaching the soul formation stage being among the highest—provided they had access to enough nebulous qi.

Two mythical races, both famed for their comprehension abilities, coming together to create a single cultivation art.

The researcher and collector in Yang Qing couldn’t help but stir with excitement as he imagined what the scripture might look like.

To date, no one had ever found the full manual of the Frozen Serenity Scripture.

All that existed were its subset arts, each hinting at the existence of a far greater technique—one that had never been seen in its entirety.

Yang Qing had been curious about the Frozen Serenity Scripture ever since he first heard of it.

He had even interacted with a few of its subset arts, each one marveling him and making him all the more eager to know just how stupendous the full scripture must be—if even its offshoots were so rich and profound.

At the time, his interest could have been considered mild to moderate.

After the Ice Emerald Sect incident, it spiked to slightly above moderate—though what fueled him then wasn’t just scholarly curiosity as a cultivation art creator, but also his duty as a judge of the Order.

But now, with the information just revealed, it was safe to say he was thoroughly intrigued—bordering on obsession.

At this moment, his curiosity for the scripture burned so fiercely that he wouldn’t mind selling all his possessions—including Ellie and the Celestial Nesting Weaver..

they were parasitic leeches anyway..—for just a chance to glimpse the complete manual of the Frozen Serenity Scripture.

Not for minutes—just a few seconds would be enough.

After all, how many cultivation arts in existence could claim to be the product of collaboration between two mythical races?

Even Ren Shu had admitted that mythical races were fiercely independent and prideful, yet here were two, both renowned for their skill, working together to create a single scripture.

“How did that even happen?” Yang Qing muttered aloud, openly voicing his thoughts.

“Who knows?

Though it’s rumored that they were friends with the sect master of the Frozen Serenity Sect at the time,” Ren Shu replied.

“Was he or she a mythical race too?” Yang Qing asked cheekily—only to freeze midway when he noticed the solemn expressions on both Shao An and Ren Shu.

“Don’t tell me they were?” he asked hesitantly, his eyes widening.

Two mythical beings in the same vicinity was already hard to imagine—he didn’t even want to consider the possibility of a third.

“No, he was not,” Ren Shu answered, a slight smile forming at Yang Qing’s reaction.

“But he was no less talented than one.

To this day, he still holds the record as the youngest soul formation expert in history.”

“Youngest?” Yang Qing’s curiosity was instantly piqued.

“How old was he?”

“No older than you,” Ren Shu began.

“He was 26 years old…” A sigh escaped his lips as he compared his own achievements to that of the legendary sect master.

“TWENTY-SIX?!” Yang Qing’s voice cracked slightly.

“How is that possible?

Was he cultivating in the womb?

Was the Heavenly Dao his personal master or something?”

His disbelief only grew the more he thought about it.

“How is that even possible?

And here I thought I was a once-in-a-million genius… Compared to him…” Yang Qing’s voice trailed off, growing weaker as reality sank in.

“You shouldn’t be too hard on yourself.

There aren’t many like him—not back then, and not now either.

Even the mythical races, as talented as they are, would likely struggle to raise their heads in his presence.

After all, that sect master didn’t just have one monstrous title attached to him.”

Ren Shu paused meaningfully, which only served to thoroughly incense Yang Qing.

One of his eyes twitched at the unnecessary suspense.

If you’re going to say something, say it.

Why all the dramatic pauses?

I didn’t expect Master Ren Shu to be such a person, Yang Qing thought, inwardly snorting in disdain at Ren Shu’s pretentiousness.

Still, he did well to mask his true thoughts, maintaining an eager smile—one that resembled a chick awaiting a worm from its mother.

Though Ren Shu couldn’t read Yang Qing’s mind, his instincts told him the young judge was undoubtedly thinking something improper.

Choosing to ignore it, he continued,

“He was also known as the Master of a Thousand Daos.”

Yang Qing’s eyes widened instantly, his entire body freezing for a moment before he finally shook his head with a wry smile.

“Surely that can’t be true,” he said, clearly skeptical of the title, his past experiences making him doubt such an outrageous claim.

Cultivators liked to pretend they were indifferent to fame and reputation, as if they had transcended such worldly concerns—but that was nothing more than a farce.

In Yang Qing’s experience, they were some of the vainest people he knew, himself included.

One only had to look at the way they named their sects, cultivation arts, and, in some cases, even the grandiose daoist titles they bestowed upon themselves.

Over the years, he had come across some truly audacious names.

Sovereign of the Scarlet Heavens, The Bygone Solitary Moon, One Sword to Bury the Heavens, One Sword to Revive the Earth Sword Art, The Dragon Heretic, The Phoenix Chaser, The Twelve Starlights Maiden…

The list went on and on, each name sounding grander than the last.

It had even prompted him to start thinking up some audacious ones for himself—not that he had settled on anything yet.

Personal progress aside, the point remained: cultivators were shameless.

And now, hearing someone called Master of a Thousand Daos, Yang Qing couldn’t help but wonder if it was just another example of that ongoing trend.