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.


Re-edited chapter (50/50)

Second milestone (66/150)

All support matters whether it's power stones, comments, reviews, golden tickets, subscriptions, or those who buy privilege chapters or even lurking readers..I welcome all your support in whatever format it comes in and I thank you for it, It really does mean a lot, especially to rookie authors like myself.

Daily life of a cultivation judge

She let out a soft sigh, pulling herself back from the spiraling thoughts. She could wonder, wish, and even replay the scenarios how many times she wanted, but none of them could alter her present—not even in the slightest. All that those imagined outcomes managed to do was only further deepen her pain, taunting her with false endings and impossible hopes of how things could have been if only the past had played out differently.

There was no unringing that bell, no matter how much she desperately wished for it. The only choice she had now was to endure the sound—accept its tragic tune—in the fragile hope that, maybe someday, it would finally stop.

She sighed again, the weight of despondency settling deeper within her.

"Upon agreeing to let that rogue cultivator keep his life, our clan elder and the rest left him behind in the mysterious realm as they hurried back to the clan with the hawthorn," Xia Fang continued.

The haunting shadow of the golden era (2)