Daynightdreamer

Yang Qing sighed as he gazed upon the black building that stood tall piercing the skies above with an inviolable aura around it.
"The Order sure is black-hearted," he angrily thought as he made his way into the building begrudgingly.

The building could be considered his home away from home and a source of endless grief for him due to its unforgiving working hours. 

The building housed the courtrooms of the Cultivation Order Society, an organization founded to maintain a semblance of order in the ruthless cultivation world of the southern continent who if left to their own devices would sink the whole continent to the ground.

Due to how impetuous cultivators were, the cases never stopped.

"Yi Jie, what do we have today?"
"Two cultivators at the palace realm fought over a treasure and destroyed half of the territory of the blue deer kingdom in their fight, 
A rogue cultivator is suing the owner of the falling meteor blacksmith shop for selling him a faulty saber that keeps attracting lightning tribulations.
A cultivator suffering from pill poisoning is blaming it on the white hilltop restaurant as he suspects they are feeding their spirit beasts pills to make them bigger and fatter.
And the last case is 500 families are suing a cultivator by the name of Ren Fu for being negligent as a husband and a father whilst also pilfering their resources dry as he moves from place to place.,"

Awkward silence ensues...........

Join me as we follow Yang Qing in his role as a judge in the Cultivation Order Society with cases and troubles that never seem to end.


Fair warning the story has multiple POVs.


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Daily life of a cultivation judge

His skepticism was understandable. After all, every dao—whether minor or major—was a bottomless pit. To interact with one was to stare into an endless abyss, a vast expanse of knowledge and principles that no amount of time could ever fully unravel. No matter how many years one spent exploring and studying, the true depth of a dao would always seem beyond reach.

This was why mastering even a single dao was an arduous task, even for the truly gifted. Yang Qing considered himself fairly talented in the palace realm, his comprehension abilities bolstered by his peerless jade physique, which gave him an edge when deciphering cultivation arts—one of the many windows into the dao.

Yet, despite his talent—despite even evolving an art to the blue grade—he still felt as though he had barely scratched the surface of his dao. It remained as vast, mysterious, and unfathomable as it had been before he ever stepped into the palace realm.

Auspicious four leaf clover