Daily life of a cultivation judge-Chapter 1053: Who could he be?

Yang Qing's eyes sparkled with excitement at the potential held within the grey scrolls. They likely numbered in the thousands—thousands of untapped wisdom waiting to be consumed. The sheer thought of that number sent shivers through his body before he forcibly steadied himself. There were still questions he needed answered.

"What about the ones that didn't transform? What do they hold? Do they still contain cultivation arts, or do they hide something else?" he asked, his voice brimming with anticipation.

"Every scroll here contains cultivation arts, and nothing else," Wei Shen replied firmly.

"So they have..." Yang Qing began, but his words trailed off as his gaze fell on one of the untransformed, rustic gold scrolls. A flicker of zealous greed sparked in his eyes when it fell on it—it was the very same scroll he had tried to pull earlier in the day, testing his luck.

Without a second thought, he walked toward it, his throat dry as he swallowed hard, unconsciously licking his lips. His fingers closed around the scroll, and he tugged at it once more.

"Huh... Why isn't it moving?" Yang Qing exclaimed, tugging at the rustic scroll several times with no success. His initial surprise quickly turned to frustration. Setting down the silver scrolls he had collected, he grabbed the rustic scroll with both hands and pulled harder. Yet, it remained unmoved.

To make matters worse, the silver scrolls he had carefully placed on the ground floated away as if drawn by some unseen force. They drifted back to their original locations, becoming entombed once more in the spots where Yang Qing had found them.

Panicking, Yang Qing released the rustic scroll and dashed after one of the silver scrolls. He missed it by a hair's breadth as it buried itself back into the mountain. Heart racing, he tried pulling it out again, and to his relief, it slid free as easily as it had before.

Yang Qing let out a long sigh and squatted down, his relief palpable. Despite his recent successes, the sting of past failures still lingered in his body, an unwelcome memory.

"Why can't I pull them? Shouldn't I be able to, thanks to the tubing?" he asked, frustration creeping into his tone.

"A smart person like you already knows the answer," Wei Shen replied, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. "You probably had your suspicions, which is why you saved it for last."

"My scroll's rank?..." Yang Qing said with a defeated sigh, frustration spilling out alongside his words.

"Precisely," Wei Shen replied, pausing briefly before continuing. "But don't be too disheartened. If the Brilliant Ray Fist Art reaches the top tier of blue grade, you should be able to pull some of them."

"Some?" Yang Qing asked, his tone brimming with excitement as renewed vigor coursed through him.

"Yes. And before you ask," Wei Shen added, cutting him off with a knowing look, "that 'some' refers to low-tier gold-grade arts."

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Yang Qing laughed sheepishly, rubbing his nose as though caught red-handed.

"What about the rest?" he asked, feeling slightly embarrassed to keep revealing his greedy side—but with a treasure trove like this, who wouldn't?

"For the rest, your art will need to reach the gold grade," Wei Shen said.

Although Yang Qing had expected this answer, he couldn't help but feel a momentary pang of disappointment. The feeling, however, vanished in an instant, replaced by an eager sparkle in his eyes. Wei Shen let out an exasperated sigh—he already knew what Yang Qing was about to ask.

"Are there purple-grade arts mixed in there too?" Yang Qing asked, his eyes full of hope.

"There are," Wei Shen replied, his tone measured as he sought to preempt the cascade of follow-up questions. "Just like the middle-tier gold-grade arts, you'll have access to them once your art reaches the gold tier."

Yang Qing's heart pounded like a war drum, each beat fueling the fire of ambition burning within him. Heat coursed through his veins as his determination surged. The revelation had given him even greater motivation to refine and elevate his Brilliant Ray Fist Art to new heights.

His gaze drifted toward Sage Mountain, its towering figure now radiating an almost mythical grandeur in his eyes. He couldn't help but wonder how many gold-grade and purple-grade arts lay hidden within its vast expanse. The mountain's splendor seemed to shimmer with newfound brilliance, a treasure trove of untold possibilities waiting to be unearthed.

Yet, through it all, one question lingered persistently in Yang Qing's mind. It surfaced from that first day he stepped foot in here, and has only grown since then, especially with what he had seen it do over the past few hours.

What was the Sage Mountain? How was it capable of performing the miraculous feats he had witnessed?

Promoting insights was one thing, but recording the very essence of a cultivator's understanding and insights into cultivation arts went far beyond the realm of the extraordinary.

The scrolls didn't just contain cultivation techniques—they encapsulated the thought processes of their creators, almost like journals. It reminded Yang Qing of the parchment he had received from the strange elm tree. That parchment held not only the Brilliant Ray Fist Art and instructions for its cultivation but also his personal insights and reflections on the art itself.

The scrolls here followed the same pattern. Each one he read held more than just techniques—it was a window into the minds of their creators, a treasure of invaluable knowledge.

Without exception, the mountain had not only read through him but likely every creator whose art was entombed in the mountain.

He didn't need Wei Shen's confirmation on the matter as he could already see it based on the shiny glaring evidence, in his hands and on the mountain.

He had seen his fair share of wondrous treasures and monstrous geniuses, but none of their displays came close to what he was seeing here.

"If this place is this way, what about that person? per Wei Shen's admission, they're technically the owner of this place, just how monstrous could he be to own a place like this? Could he be .. the president?"