Daily Life of a Cultivation Judge - Chapter 875: Unfamiliar figures join the proceedings

Yang Qing feeling a sense of dread creep up on him, hesitantly asked,

“What are the cultivation realms of the two guests?”

“They are both in the domain realm,” Lei Weiyuan said with an unhurried and calm tone, his demeanor completely opposite to Yang Qing who had already become deathly pale.

Holding his closed right palm in front of him, he started counting from his index finger with absentminded mutterings filled with disbelief.

“There’s Lin Guiren, the founder of the Golden Bamboo Pavilion..” he said as he counted his index finger.

“Then there is his wife, Cai Hong..” he added as he moved to his middle finger, before simultaneously raising two more fingers making it four.

“And now we have two more guests, making it four domain experts..” Yang Qing weakly added, his tone shaky, his expression aghast as though he had seen a ghost.

“Supervisor Lei, shouldn’t we just dump this case to the domain courts?” Yang Qing asked with a pleading tone.

“What are you going on about? The case is already yours, there is no way it can be moved on. Besides the primary culprit here is the Red Maple Empire, a rank 3 organization. Their rank means it falls directly in your lane as a palace court judge who deals and handles all matters relating to palace realm experts and organizations headed by them..” Lei Weiyuan casually said.

“Besides, you are the primary in this. Having brought this case to the Order’s doorstep you should be the one to see it through to the end…

And because of the numerous things it has unearthed in the process, the merit points and other bonuses you earn from this will be quite substantial..” he added, choosing to use the language Yang Qing appreciated the most, incentives.

However, the target didn’t seem like he had the mental capacity to appreciate the incentives, in fact, he seemed rather incensed at the remark as his eyes gritted his teeth in anger before it immediately switched to clattering of fear.

Yang Qing was in no mood or frame of mind to care about the potential merit points and bonuses he would get after all this was done, not with the weight of what he was planning to do. Doing it in the presence of two domain experts and potentially gaining their wrath was already hard enough, let alone now adding four more in the mix.

Could those merit points guarantee his safety against four domain experts? With the Order’s long history of being stingy with those things, it was highly unlikely if the celestial nesting weaver was any indication.

That arrogant parasitic bird cost him a lot of merit points to redeem and with the way the treasurer had put it as he redeemed it, the treasurer made it seem like he was getting a steal.

He was bamboozled into believing that the moment he acquired the egg he was well on his way to gain the authority to stand at the same table with mythical creatures and even bargain with them.

As long as the egg was hatched, it was purported that his path to glory was all but guaranteed.

But what did he get? An ulcer, a beast that robbed him of everything; joy, peace, and his meager resources, and what did he get in return for that trade-off, all he got from it was a bird that abused him constantly, constantly shining a glaring light of how poor he was, and maybe a decent nest.

But even though the nest was decent for both relaxing and cultivating, because of that damn bird’s mouth, he could never enjoy either, in peace.

As for gaining the right to stand at the same table as mythical beasts, he would likely get eaten at that table because of the celestial nesting weaver’s mouth.

Right now talk of merit points and bonuses offered him little to no motivation. What he needed was a sense of security. Potential merit points gave him none of that, right now what he could depend on were a few things. One of them was the monster he was currently in the courtroom with.

Though at this point he still wasn’t sure who he was more terrified of, Lei Weiyuan, or those four domain experts.

Other than the old fiend, at least Hou Dehui would be there. Maybe with his history with the Golden Bamboo Pavilion, Yang Qing hoped Hou Dehui’s presence would draw their attention to him rather than Yang Qing.

He honestly hoped that they would have enough bad blood between the two to the point that Hou Dehui’s presence would leave them unnerved, uncomfortable, and distracted as a consequence of it.

Other than the two domain experts, there was one other thing he could depend on, but in as much as it was dependable, it wasn’t foolproof. His hands moved to his medallion that was on the podium, which he clutched tightly as his eyes darted around the courtroom.

Yes, the other thing he could depend on was the courtroom itself. The whole tower was littered with countless arrays and artifacts which he was told were even capable of holding a soul formation expert at bay and the medallion was the key to such a fieresome power.

But even with all that firepower surrounding him, he was still agitated. After all, at the Institute, where the instructors’ sole goal was to destroy any shred of hope in them, they had long grown into pessimistic paranoid beings as a result of it.

Right now all Yang Qing could imagine was how his reaction speed may lag behind a domain expert’s to the point that it would render the medallion in his hands moot.

If a core formation expert with a saint-grade treasure was suddenly attacked by a peak domain expert, would the presence of that treasure help them survive it or would they die without even knowing how they died?

Just as Yang Qing was about to succumb to another maelstrom of worry, Lei Weiyuan’s voice pulled him from that drowning abyss.

“They are here..”

Yang Qing hoped he was referring to Yu Gen and the culprits of the next case, but when the doors of the courtroom and he saw who walked through, his hopes were instantly crushed.

Leading the front was none other than Hou Dehui, with his heroic and carefree demeanor, and unique star-shaped irises that had five pupils in each.

Behind him were five figures. One he instantly recognized having seen him during his promotion ceremony. The figure looked to have been carved from a radiant golden star with his radiant golden hair, eyes that had the presence of the sun in them, and a face and bearing that would mistake him for an immortal.

Who could it be other than one of the founders of the Golden Bamboo Pavilion, Lin Guiren? On his left, he was flanked by another person who didn’t lose one iota to his presence. It was a lady with light purple hair with matching eyes whose beauty and splendor made her look like a purple star.

With the cold look he received from her, it wasn’t hard for Yang Qing to guess her identity. It was Cai Hong, Lin Duyi’s mother and Lin Guiren’s wife. She also had another title to her which Yang Qing recently became aware of, hence his added anxiety, she had been the first princess of the Silver Leaf Empire, an established rank 1 empire. However, she has since abdicated that title so she could be with Lin Guiren.