Daily life of a cultivation judge Chapter 1472: Wealthiest of all (1)

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Yang Qing and Tang Xiadan both benefited from the Soulfrost Sequoia's bloom. Yang Qing's cultivation and understanding deepened as his palace world became more dynamic, while Tang Xiadan entered a meditative state, gaining significant insights that brought him closer to the domain realm. As the flower's effects wane, Tang Xiadan asks Yang Qing about the Treasure Coin Palace.
In the brief moment it took Yang Qing to process Tang Xiadan's question and the sudden mention of the Treasure Coin Palace, Tang Xiadan gently tugged at the Soulfrost Sequoia adorning his chest. It detached with the ease of a bead of sweat rolling off skin. Tang Xiadan couldn't suppress a wry smile at the flower's effortless release. Had he attempted this before it had its fill of Yang Qing's distinctive flame, it might not have budged even with his full might. And if it *had* moved, it certainly wouldn't have been with such remarkable ease. The sheer agony would have been unimaginable, likely causing him to faint before even a single root of the Soulfrost Sequoia could be extracted, let alone the catastrophic damage it would have inflicted. To remove it before it bloomed felt akin to tearing out his own soul, so deeply intertwined had the flower's roots become with both his spiritual and physical being. Once the flower was out, Tang Xiadan meticulously wrapped it in a piece of aged cloth, its worn appearance speaking of considerable use. The fabric, once a faded white, was now streaked with grey smudges along its edges, hinting at a time when it might have been entirely grey. However, as is often the case, outward appearances rarely reflect true value. The mere fact that Tang Xiadan chose this cloth to enwrap the fully bloomed Soulfrost Sequoia was a clear indicator of its extraordinary nature. And indeed, it was no ordinary item. The instant the flower touched the cloth, it blazed with a cyan aura as intricate runes, numbering in the countless thousands, materialized across its surface. As these runes appeared, it was as if a void had opened, completely engulfing the aura and influence of the Soulfrost Sequoia, along with the flower itself. Its entire presence and effect vanished, and the cloth reverted to its unassuming state. Following this, Tang Xiadan placed the wrapped flower into what appeared to be a simple bamboo urn. Much like the cloth, this urn was heavily inscribed from top to bottom with innumerable black and grey characters and runic symbols. No sudden bursts of light emanated, no powerful aura was detected, as the shrouded Soulfrost Sequoia was carefully deposited within. This entire procedure transpired in less than four seconds, leaving Yang Qing with ample time to devise his response, having run through numerous potential reasons why Tang Xiadan had inquired about his knowledge of the Treasure Coin Palace. Considering that the inquiry came from someone who had demonstrated a remarkable aptitude for uncovering ruins and locations tied to ancient and formidable lineages, Yang Qing felt a surge of excitement regarding the possibilities behind Tang Xiadan's question. In truth, he was quite excited. Of course, he knew of the Treasure Coin Palace. It was likely known by everyone across the entire continent. One could pluck a random dog from a desolate village, ask if it had ever heard of the Treasure Coin Palace, and it would probably bark and wag its tail enthusiastically before attempting to bite you or urinate on your leg in protest – a show of disdain, a mark of sheer offense at such an obvious question. How could anyone possibly be ignorant of the Treasure Coin Palace? Nine out of every ten adventurers and explorers venturing into such professions had been inspired by it. And how could they not be, when it concerned what was arguably the most affluent organization in the entire world? Not merely the continent, but the entire world. Although, perhaps that claim was a boast from the Southern Continent itself, even so, the mere title of the wealthiest organization within the whole Southern Continent was an achievement deserving of immense recognition. And given that the Southern Continent was widely considered one of the most prosperous among the five continents, it wasn't unreasonable to hypothesize that the richest organization on one of the wealthiest continents could indeed lay claim to being the richest entity in the entire world. If one sought to grasp the sheer magnitude of the Treasure Coin Palace's wealth, a mere glance at the White Rose Pavilion would suffice. Yang Qing was a dreamer, prone to extensive daydreaming. When one's existence is a perpetual cycle of pitfalls, traps, and an unrelenting succession of hardships, daydreaming transforms into a vital refuge. It becomes a personal sanctuary, a stabilizing anchor for one's sanity, and at times, the very impetus driving the will to endure and persist. He possessed a considerable degree of pettiness and vindictiveness, but these traits could only carry one so far. The secret to navigating life while within the belly of a metaphorical beast that was deliberately and gradually consuming you was to permit the mind to wander into the boundless marvels of 'what if,' even as you were being slowly digested. It was this very pursuit of endless wonder that had cultivated Yang Qing's profound fascination with history and his penchant for unearthing tales from bygone eras.Without a doubt, sustenance was a principal force propelling Yang Qing's curiosity. When not contemplating meals, his next fervent passion would surface. He'd ponder the experience of discussing the Dao alongside legendary beings and venerable bloodlines, imagining the state of cultivation in ages past. He'd contemplate the significance of forging the very path and establishing the bedrock upon which the present era of cultivation was built.