Daily life of a cultivation judge

Chapter 437 The crimson red Ba She (1)

The danger levels of the battle increasingly shot up with Feng Qiu adopting the same mode of fighting as the four judges.

Without care for her self-image or the amount of qi she expended, she continuously released high-level blood fiend arts with no pause or reduction in intensity.

Her moves seemed much more natural to her, refined and lethal now that she completely switched purely to blood-fiend arts.

If there were still people who still had doubts as to the guilt of the Ice Emerald Sect, it was all eliminated now.

The air and the ground below them had turned into a purgatory. A blood river flowed below, as it released black miasma corrupting the ground.

The only thing that seemed to stand against it was the grass field that had been formed as a result of Yang Qing's technique, however, even part of it had been corroded by the boiling blood river that slowly encroached on more ground aiming for Yang Qing's plant clone.

On the ground, Yang Qing had decided to use the plant clone to concentrate its abilities on healing the team members rather than split the spell's abilities toward to healing and purification.

Yang Qing had managed to find a high-grade spirit vein that showed signs of evolving into a lesser dragon vein. It was a variant spirit vein that had yin jade liquid forming from it which was how it was able to support the growth of the Wisteria tree and even help it form a spirit.

Just a single drop of Yin jade liquid had the same energy as the output of spiritual qi from a middle-grade spiritual vein, or a barrel's worth of spiritual liquid from a high-grade spirit vein.

Spirit liquid was the liquefication of spiritual qi, and a substantial amount of spiritual qi was required to form a drop of it. Low-grade spiritual veins were unable to form spirit liquid, and when it came to middle-grade spirit veins, those that could form it, required at least five to ten years to form a cup's worth of spirit liquid, with the time needed to form one reducing the higher up one went on the grades of the spirit veins.

Spirit liquids were a highly coveted substance, and could be considered as natural treasures. They were purer, than spirit stones produced from those veins or the spiritual qi being released, and were also richer in energy.

As long as a weapon was quenched in spirit liquid, it had a high chance of becoming a monarch-grade weapon even if said weapon was crafted by an orange-grade craftsman, and pills and potions of high caliber like the ones used by palace realm experts, as long as the alchemist used spiritual liquid in crafting it, there was a high degree of it being successfully crafted and its quality being stellar.

Spiritual liquids were considered as nature's all-rounded tonic. It was filled with all sorts of wondrous uses. Then above spiritual liquids, were activated spiritual liquids.

Activated spiritual liquids were those spiritual liquids that had an attribute to them, and they could only be formed from spirit veins that were beginning to form a spirit. The process of gaining sentience also alters the aspects of the spirit vein as it begins to gain an identity tied to the nature of the spirit being born.

A spirit vein gaining sentience naturally was purely by luck, though one could induce it by using precious natural resources to try and trigger it, however, the cost was never worth it because, in most instances, the resources it required were above what one would gain even by expending those resources, and spirit vein's that had their sentience triggered through outside interference rather than it occurring organically, had a low ceiling of growth. They would never grow past a lesser dragon vein, despite possibly using an ascendant-grade treasure to induce its metamorphosis.

However, not all things were set in stone, because Yang Qing once read in the bio of an ancient rank 1 sect called the Pine Crane sect, they had a mature dragon vein, and rumor was the spirit vein had been a middle grade one when the sect was just coming up, however, it instantly elevated when the founder was having a dao discussion with a friend of his, that led them into a state of epiphany that lasted 25 years.

The spirit vein ended up soaking the dao light and charm they had been releasing in those 25 years, and it gained a spirit, while the founder broke through to the domain realm after the 25-year epiphany state.

Even Yang Qing didn't know whether that tale was true or not, since inducing a 25-year epiphany state was as rare as stumbling onto a saint-grade treasure, the story at least led credence to the fact that a spirit vein evolving into a lesser dragon vein was easier said than done, which was why he was shocked to find a high-grade spirit vein well on its way into becoming one.

The yin jade spirit liquid it had produced was about the size of a small pond, which showed the spirit vein was just inches away from becoming a lesser dragon vein.

The Wisteria tree managed to cling on to dear life, thanks to that yin jade spirit liquid and the support of the spirit vein.

Even without siphoning the liquid, Yang Qing had ample source of qi to continually produce the green cloud dust for months without worry, which was why he wasn't disturbed by the boiling blood river slowly encroaching on the clone.

He had concentrated a denser green cloud of dust within a 500-meter radius of the clone which continuously produced it as it blew the dust to the fighting going on above.

The green cloud of dust even though its primary attribute was healing, still had suppressive effects on fiendish qi,? along with some cleansing abilities, which was how it was able to keep the miasma and blood river on the ground at bay.

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Above the ground, Yang Qing had been using the green flames produced by the raven to drown out the miasma and eat away at every technique Feng Qiu released, reducing its lethality.

He even had enough energy to spare to attack, which he did by using the orange koi fish to blow orange water droplets toward Feng Qiu. The droplets looked like they had been composed of acid, as Feng Qiu's skin would get scalded every time they made contact, with a pained grimace appearing on her face.

The longer the fight went on, the worse things looked for Feng Qiu. Her body had been repetitively slashed, pummelled, run though, bit through, and burned by the attacks from the five judges, as she healed over and over.

However, after half an hour, the speed with which she healed, showed a decrease, with fatigue slowly creeping on her, while on Yang Qing's end, the universal pearl hanging above Yang Qing, had shrunk and only a quarter of it was left, while he seemed to have expended half his qi, and he wasn't the only one, the other four judges seemed to be in a similar state even with the blue koi fish helping with the expenditure.

The good thing though was, they didn't seem to have any injuries on them even with the tattered robes, and their slightly tired breaths and seeing the battered state Feng Qiu was in, only ignited their fighting wills further.

In tacit unison, they all charged in at the same time pushing their cultivation base and arts to the extreme, aiming to obliterate Feng Qiu in one fell swoop.

Mo Liwei turned into a gleaming silver streak that produced sonic blasts as it barreled toward Feng Qiu, Wei Ying's formation turtle dragon lit up with all sorts of glyphs as it opened its mouth, showing that something utterly terrifying was brewing in its mouth. Dai Chen's two black swords had transformed and turned into two golden blades that released a blinding white-hot radiance It seemed like he was holding the power of two stars in his hands ready to detonate them on Feng Qiu, while Zhang Qingge's fist caused the space around it to quake.

The four charged in simultaneously and launched their attack only for the opal in Feng Qiu's forehead to let out a blinding red glow and an explosion sounded as the ground beneath them shook.

The attacks of the four judges were deflected by the explosion as they were blasted back, and the area Feng Qiu stood was covered in dust, with the shadow of a monstrous figure slowly coiling up from it.