Daily life of a cultivation judge-Chapter 1051: Change with the scrolls

His obsession with the bizarre had taken hold of him again, causing him to quickly forget the death sentence he had faced just moments earlier. His mind raced to understand how the supposed curse could transform humans into scrolls, dissolving them into the pure forms of Daos that surrounded him.

"Maybe that strange elm tree is one part of the equation," mumbled Yang Qing.

He rambled on for a few seconds before finally catching sight of himself and turned his attention back to Wei Shen, coughing slightly in embarrassment when he saw the weird gaze Wei Shen was shooting him—like he was an insane person.

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Yang Qing cleared his throat, attempting to regain some composure. "As I said, there's no need to be delicate with the truth, Senior Wei Shen. I can handle it..."

"What's with that arrogant look he's putting on? Just moments ago, he was panicking, and now he's acting like some sage," Wei Shen wondered in disbelief, watching as Yang Qing put one hand behind his back. He stood with a serene air, wearing the expression of someone who had unraveled the mysteries of life and death.

With the pompous look he wore, it almost seemed as if their roles had switched, and it was now Yang Qing who was offering reassurance, as though consoling Wei Shen not to be afraid.

Wei Shen had an impulse to agree with Yang Qing's guess, just to see if he would keep that air of superiority or revert to his earlier panic. But in the end, reason won out.

"Your guess is off," said Wei Shen as he shook his head, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips. He'd heard a few rumors about Yang Qing and how much of a unique individual he was, but seeing him now, those rumors seemed severely understated.

"Huh." Yang Qing's sage-like demeanor deflated instantly, and a yelp escaped his lips, much to Wei Shen's secret delight.

"It's not?" Yang Qing asked, his voice filled with disbelief. He was convinced that his guess was accurate. It even aligned with the Order's principle of never wasting anything. Nothing exemplified zero waste better than recycling cultivators and using them to nurture more. It was a guaranteed, never-ending cycle, much like the infinity symbol.

Wei Shen quickly finished his explanation, eager to prevent Yang Qing from jumping to any more wild conclusions or veering off into the strange rabbit holes that only someone like him could fall into.

"It's better if I show you. Pour a bit of your spiritual qi into that tubing."

"Why?" Yang Qing asked warily, still suspecting the tubing was a death trap. It had come from the house of the person responsible for his predicament, after all.

"Just do it. I promise nothing bad will happen," said Wei Shen, a tired sigh escaping his lips as he spoke.

Hesitantly, Yang Qing obliged as he poured a bit of his qi into the tubing. The tubing trembled in his hands, its surface shimmering with an ethereal glow. A soft hum filled the air as the light engulfed it, morphing the tubing into a pristine silver scroll.

Yang Qing's eyes widened as the scrolls entombed around Sage Mountain hummed and radiated with ethereal light, transforming before his eyes.

Even though they remained buried, with only the scroll ends exposed, Yang Qing could immediately tell they had transformed. The most obvious sign was that some of the scrolls now had silver-coated ends, similar to his own, while others were dark grey. The rest still retained their original, rustic gold color.

"What's going on?" Yang Qing asked, looking bewildered as he spoke.

"Try pulling one of the scrolls with the silver endings," answered Wei Shen as he pointed to a few silver knobs that were close by.

Yang Qing, looking slightly nervous but eager, walked over to one of them. He bent, cautiously extending his hand toward it.

He couldn't help but smile wryly at his cowardly actions. It wasn't that long ago that he was recklessly pulling one of them without a care in the world, yet here he was, moving cautiously as if he was about to disarm a faulty, dangerous killing array that was one misstep away from blowing up.

When his hand made contact, the knob felt refreshingly cool and soft to the touch. On reflex, he wanted to use a bit of force in his pull, but Wei Shen put a stop to that with his comment.

"You can just pull normally. No need to exert any force."

As Yang Qing pulled the scroll, his heart pounded against his chest. The air felt charged with energy, and for a fleeting moment, he thought he was holding something alive. One could only imagine that alive wasn't the sensation he was hoping for, considering his earlier guess.

But there was no going back now, that ship had already sailed. He had to see what was at the other end of that scroll as curiosity overrode any fears of sense of caution he held.

Crrch!

It moved! Yang Qing's eyes lit up at the discovery. His heart raced with each pull he made. It felt like he was pulling a cane from soft mud—there was no obstruction. It was smooth and effortless, completely startling Yang Qing, especially considering how much effort he had exerted during his last few attempts without them budging at all.

In no time, the scroll was fully out of the cliff, radiating with the same immaculate silver glow as his own. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, imagining how it would feel to pull out the scrolls and finally see the mysteries they concealed.

Now that the moment had arrived, he was overwhelmed with exhilaration.

"Open the scroll."

Wei Shen's voice drifted over, pulling on Yang Qing like puppet strings, compelling him to follow the command. Yang Qing swallowed nervously as he unfurled the scroll. The parchment gleamed like moonlight, its surface smooth and cold beneath his fingers. He spread it out, his eyes widening as he caught a glimpse of its contents.

Alabaster Winter Storm Sealing Palm Art (Silver)

His eyes only grew wider as he continued reading. Even though the title alone had already given it away, the discovery still left him in shock.

The scroll contained a cultivation art, and from the brief glance he gave it, it was a bona fide middle-tier blue-grade art and one that he had never seen before.

"Are they all...?" he muttered in stupefaction, raising his head as his gaze now fell on the numerous silver knobs in sight.

"That they are," Wei Shen's calm voice echoed, confirming his suspicions.

Yang Qing, moving like a zombie, shuffled over to another silver-coated scroll. Holding his breath, he gently pulled it free. Just like the first one, the scroll slid out effortlessly.

With trembling hands, he opened it and scanned its contents. It was another blue-grade art—the Thunder Rift Sword Art. This one he recognized, having seen some of his classmates choose it during his days at the Institute.

Back then, it was a low-tier blue-grade art, and judging by the contents of that scroll, that classification had not changed.

Despite the overwhelming evidence before him, Yang Qing still struggled to believe it. Driven by a mix of disbelief and growing excitement, he pulled three more silver scrolls. Each one came free just as smoothly as the first two, and, unsurprisingly, they all contained blue-grade cultivation arts.

Two of the arts were low-tier, while the third turned out to be top-tier. Of the three, he only recognized the top-tier art; the other two were completely unfamiliar to him.

"So… they're all blue-grade arts?" he muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief and awe.

His gaze lingered on the silver scrolls, which now gleamed with a captivating brilliance, almost as if reflecting the gleeful excitement within his eyes.