Daily life of a cultivation judge



Zou Hong battering Ren Jie and putting him on the ropes, to them was like Zou Hong avenging them for all they endured in Requiem. Some of them even had the urge to jump in and slaughter Ren Jie in the most brutal way possible, to vent the shame, frustration, and fear they all had in their hearts from their daily lives in the Requiem. However, they dared not too because of the presence of Instructor Pan and Yang Qing.

These were two palace realm cultivators from the Order, and they were just in the foundation establishment. While they were bloodthirsty and heinous individuals, they were no death seekers.

The only thing they could do was engrave the memory of Ren Jie getting pushed around by Zou Hong, as they eagerly waited their turn to replicate the results or even do more than what Zou Hong was doing.

Instructor Pan didn't interfere with their cheering and jeering as he remained indifferent to the whole thing, while Yang Qing the chosen healer for the fight, had a twinkle in his eye as he watched the fight along with the reactions from both sides.

"Should be about now.." he muttered, taking out another handful of sunflower seeds to munch on.

At the arena, Ren Jie who was pushed around, tightened the grip on his longsword as his eyes changed and went hollow. 

He immediately used the hilt of his sword and the tip of his blade to simultaneously block two of Zou Hong's hook swords for a millisecond. As he made the block, his mouth suddenly opened and he produced a sombre melodic owl whistle.

A silhouette of the eyes of an owl appeared behind him and disappeared just as fast as it had appeared. Its appearance and disappearance were so fast that the only people who managed to notice what had appeared were Yang Qing and Instructor Pan. The rest all they saw was a grey light flash and disappear followed by an unexpected scene before them.

Zou Hong who looked like an unforgiving and unrelenting storm, paused for a second like his body had been paralyzed with his eyes looking distant and hollow for just a second before they regained their normal look. 

However, that second of absenteeism proved fatal as Ren Jie twisted his wrist creating a lightning-speed arc attack that severed his hands at the wrist as he dashed forward. When he reappeared at the back of Zou Hong, who still seemed confused at what happened with a thin line appearing on his neck.

"Have I been sliced? kekekeke.." said Zou Hong with the same manic smile as his head slowly fell from his neck. His body fell down like a log a moment later, with silence covering the area.

The change had happened too fast for them to follow. One minute it looked like Zou Hong was winning but in just a second he had already been decapitated.

Frowns could be seen forming from the inmates' side, while from the student's side, they all looked at the heavy-breathing Ren Jie with a new look. Most of the seventy students had already written his fight off as a loss based on how he was being pushed back, they didn't expect him to overturn the situation and even win, especially in such a manner. Some couldn't even tell how he had done it.

"Well done.." Yang Qing said as he flashed from where he was sitting and reappeared next to Ren Jie who was as pale as snow. His lips were purple, his eyes looked to be grey and his breathing was ragged and shallow, as his body continuously spasmed.' He looked to just be on the brink of falling unconscious.

Yang Qing placed his hand on his back as a green-blue water wave condensed on his palm which he then poured into Ren Jie through his back.

Within three breaths, color had returned to Ren Jie, and his body stopped shaking and the pounding headache, and fatigue he felt down his soul seemed to have been renewed.

He couldn't help but look in shock at the goofy-looking green-haired judge next to him. As someone who knew the state his body had been in, he was filled with shock at the instant full restoration of his body.

He had used a soul type blue grade art that put undue pressure on his soul and body to defeat Zou Hong, he was sure he was well on his way to collapsing after executing the last move with his soul drained, his body aching all over, but now, he felt like he could go again, he even felt more refreshed than before the fight.

He couldn't help but marvel at Yang Qing's abilities, especially, if he considered Instructor Pan's introduction, which said healing wasn't his primary occupation.

"Thhhhank you, senior.." Ren Jie said as he stammered.

"You're welcome, and good fight.." Yang Qing casually said as he patted him on the back.

"You need to move for the next contestant. You don't want to get on Instructor Pan's bad side, otherwise, the overdrawn effect you felt when you executed the Soul Captivating Nebula Owl art will pale in comparison to what he will do to you if you don't leave.." Yang Qing whispered as he quickly disappeared from the center of the arena to his sitting spot.

Ren Jie was dazed for a bit before he hurriedly left the arena as he cautiously eyed the indifferent-looking instructor Pan with his gaze alternating to the casual-looking Yang Qing.

"Winner Ren Jie.." announced Instructor Pan as he waved his sleeve producing a silver flame that burned Zou Hong's body to dust.

"Next is..."

When he opened his mouth to make the next announcement, the fighters from both sides were no longer as casual as they seemed before. The inmates thought they had an advantage in their cultivation realms, however, they now saw one of their own die. They had to reevaluate the 70 students, while on the students' side, they thought victory was all but guaranteed to them, but seeing the way Zou Hong fought, they couldn't afford to be careless.

When Yang Qing saw who Instructor Pan called next he couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.

When he saw Ren Jie being  the first to be sent up, he had an inkling to what Instructor Pan was playing at, and seeing the second person he called up, his guess had just been confirmed.

He couldn't help but offer his condolences to the group that had no idea they were being led by the nose.