Daily life of a cultivation judge

Yang Qing separated a sliver of his spiritual essence which though didn't affect him much as a whole due to his powerful soul, he still felt the tiniest of weariness kick in though it was negligible.

An ephemeral colorful light that was a mixture of multitudinous colors with green being the most prevalent appeared on his hands. That was the physical representation of his spiritual essence.

In a normal setting, it would have disappeared the second it appeared, but the chime bell fragment produced a gentle humming sound that created a force that helped the spiritual essence stay in place, and even give it a slightly solid feel to it.

The bell wasn't the only thing that seemed to aid in the endeavor as the Kirin scaled white wood from the pillars around the building released a bluish-white glow that seemed to soothe the split spiritual essence in place while the rest helped improve Yang Qing's concentration while constantly renewing and restoring his spirit, body, and mind.

Yang Qing realized clearly the Order had not chosen to use kirin-scaled wood just as a conduit for a gold-grade ward but also in part due to its properties that would aid in the comprehension of the art.

Yang Qing spent the next half an hour trying to erase everything within the sliver of spiritual essence and turn it into a blank slate. The process was laborious due to the delicate nature of the spiritual essence and the amount he had to get rid of before the spiritual essence was blank.

What he was doing was similar to rewinding time to when he was just born. Everything he had experienced in his life since, then; the highs the lows, the mundane moments, cultivation, his time at the Yang stronghold before they moved to the Order, and everything else that has happened since then up until this moment needed to be erased from that spiritual essence.

Halfway through the process, the spiritual essence dissipated, prompting Yang Qing to start over. Yang Qing felt like he was doing a complex and delicate surgery where one misstep even the slightest could result in a catastrophic outcome.

Yang Qing didn't immediately jump in to separate a sliver of spiritual essence. He paused briefly as he did calculations in his mind.

"I think I can do this 20 times at most before I start feeling the effects of the split.. that number would grow if I use blue ice soul healing grass, but even if it can restore my lost essence and renew my mind, the toll will still be there.contemporary romance

For now, let's settle with 15 to build my familiarity, after that, I could increase the number. Hopefully, there will be no need for that.." muttered Yang Qing.

With a working target in mind, Yang Qing soon split another sliver of his spiritual essence and delicately went on to cleanse it of everything it contained.

He faced failures just like the first time, and several times more after that, but with every failure, his execution of the art improved. His movements became less strained than they were and he was able to adapt to changes easily which helped increase his progress of the erasure.

It wasn't till the twelfth try did he finally erase every trace of his life's experience from the spiritual essence.

Yang Qing couldn't help but giggle maniacally at the spiritual essence in his hands. While his soul could still handle the process, Yang Qing wasn't sure how many failed tries he could handle before he snapped. The past few tries, he had come close, especially when the spiritual essence seemed to collapse when he was left with just a smidge of presence to erase.

Yang Qing felt a little bit emotional as he stared at the finger- sized ethereal crystal fog-like substance nestling on his palm. It exuded a docile, innocent, and pure aura. After a complete erasure, that was what was left. The colorful lights from before had disappeared, and its size had shrunk considerably. Before it was the size of a melon to the finger size it was now.

"Now it's to fill it with a memory that has some emotion to it...What should I go with.."Yang Qing muttered as he placed he cupped his chin in deep thought.

"My time at that mountain won't do, I'd rather forget them if I could..mmmh, the day I left, yes, now that is a good one.." Yang Qing excitedly thought as he recalled the relief, freedom, and joy he felt the day he left the torturous mountain he called home and left for the Order, unburdened by the fear of being thrown into a crazy experiment his grandfather and his cohorts had come up with, or hear his father cry every time he was drunk while bad-mouthing his grandfather, threatening to go beat him up which he never seemed to do no matter how much Yang Qing tried to egg him on to do it.

"That should be a good one to start with.." he added as he used the process provided by the art on how to imbue the spiritual essence with his memory.

"Slow and steady.." muttered Yang Qing over and over as some meditation mantra that he was using to calm his excited nerves.

Following the instructions given, Yang Qing proceeded to imbue his chosen memory into the spiritual essence only for it to dissipate instantly upon contact with his crystalized memory.

"What happened?" Yang Qing said in shock as he stared wide- eyed at his now empty hand.

"What just happened?" he asked again in disbelief.

He made sure to be completely careful. Everything within him was tranquil and his movements measured, but the spiritual essence dissipated the instant the memory touched it.

Yang Qing unable to identify what went wrong, replayed the whole scenario in his mind with apt attention, analyzing every millisecond of his actions. After he was done, he went through the incantation, specifically focusing on the process of imbuing the memory into the spiritual essence.

He grew bewildered when he saw he had done as instructed. Unable to find out why it failed, he went through he studied the incantation again, this time from the beginning to see if there was anything he had overlooked.

A few minutes later there was a frown of confusion on his face, as he still didn't know what exactly he did wrong, at least with the earlier processes he could tell where he made the mistake in the erasure process and improve up on it in the next try, but on this one, he couldn't see it as it failed at the onset.

"I might as well try it again rather than aimlessly mulling it over.." Yang Qing said as he started the whole process over again by splitting a sliver of his spiritual essence and cleansing it.

Even with his earlier success, it still took considerable effort and time, for it to not end in failure. With a blank spiritual essence in his hand, Yang Qing followed the process of imbuement again, this time even more focused and careful, to ensure even if it did end up in failure, he would know why.

But just like before, it failed yet again the instant his memory made contact with the spiritual essence an just like before he still didn't know why.

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