Daily life of a cultivation judge-Chapter 1058: Would someone care to explain what is happening here?

This was the very escort agency he had relied on during his rounds to establish contact with the intelligence network he inherited as part of his duties as a palace court judge.

It had been his first time using the agency, recommended to him by one of the workers at Gold Earth Bank, who had praised its exceptional service and reasonable pricing. Their endorsement had proven accurate, and Yang Qing had even struck up a friendship with the agency's founder, Bai Chen. A fourth-stage Palace Realm expert, who also coincidentally happened to cultivate an art related to the Frozen Serenity Scripture.

That scripture was one of the few mysteries he was researching because of its ties to the Ice Emerald Sect. Other than the kidnappings, the sect had been hunting down users of arts tied to the scripture for years, all so they could get their hands on their original copies. Yang Qing still didn't know why they needed it, or for whom.

In his spare time, Yang Qing had delved into research, analyzing the two arts related to the scripture that were in the Order's possession. While it still had not borne any fruits yet, Yang Qing still remained steadfast in uncovering its mysteries, even with just baseless conjectures to work with.

Its ties to the actions of the Ice Emerald Sect aside, as someone with a fondness for researching ancient arts, he couldn't help himself.

From the little he knew, the Frozen Serenity Scripture was the ultimate art of the Frozen Serenity Sect, which in its heyday rivaled the power of a holy land.

For a technique to be considered the ultimate art of a holy land, it had to at least be a purple-grade art. Yang Qing surmised as much from piecing together various clues. Among them was the fact that the two arts owned by the Order, which were tied to the scripture, were both blue-grade. The cultivation art practiced by the Ice Emerald Sect followed the same pattern—it too was a blue-grade art.

If the components were blue-grade, what did that say about the complete scripture?

Yang Qing speculated that the key to the full scripture was hidden within these arts. Perhaps that was why the Ice Emerald Sect had spent decades hunting for every art connected to it.

The prospect of uncovering a purple-grade art was more than enough to spark the greed of every power across the continent—even the holy lands themselves would not sit idly by. And if Yang Qing's suspicions were correct, the hidden figure manipulating the Ice Emerald Sect would be no exception.

"Maybe I should just walk in..." Yang Qing muttered, his eyes fixed on the entrance of the escort agency.

The last time he had been here, it was under the guise of the Pavilion Master of the Green Jade Court. Same name, different face.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Yang Qing decided to follow his instincts and step inside. Beyond indulging his whims, he had another practical reason: he could use the agency's extensive network to gather information on all the restaurants affiliated with the Dreamscape Swallow's Nest within a 10,000-kilometer radius of the town.

As a well-renowned escort agency, that kind of information was exactly the kind they would likely have on hand—saving Yang Qing the trouble of tracking it down himself.

Feeling increasingly pleased with his plan, Yang Qing sauntered into the building. A faint smile tugged at his lips as his mind drifted to the memory of the jade spring rabbit tea they had served him on his last visit. He could almost taste the delicate blend of flavors again, and the thought made him lick his lips in anticipation.

..

"Huh?"

The sound escaped Yang Qing's lips as he came to an abrupt stop, his eyes widening at the scene before him. The welcoming, warm atmosphere he remembered from his last visit was nowhere to be found. Instead, in its place was a reception area in complete disarray.

One of the attendants he had met previously, Li Mei—a young lady at the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm—was sprawled on the floor. Judging by her posture, the terrified expression on her face, and the violent trembling of her body, it was clear her positioning there wasn't voluntary. Her tear-filled eyes darted around the room in a frantic rhythm, her fear visibly escalating with each glance.

She avoided looking in one particular direction, though her efforts proved futile as her gaze kept being drawn back there by the sheer force of the chaos emanating from that spot. The source of her terror was unmistakable: three figures locked in a fierce struggle.

The reception area bore the scars of the conflict—splintered furniture scattered across the floor, with more pieces teetering on the edge of destruction.

Amid the chaos, Yang Qing's eyes narrowed as they settled on one of the combatants. He recognized the man—it was Duan Ting, the third escort supervisor who had handled his arrangements during his last visit.

He no longer carried the composed, noble air he once had. His hair was disheveled, and his expression was a mix of livid anger and concern. He clutched a sheathed sword, using it desperately to deflect the furious blows from the woman charging at him. Her expression mirrored his, but hers had a far fiercer undertone to it, almost crazed with desperation.

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She wore light blue robes, her long black hair flowing behind her, and a narrow, egg-shaped face that suited her slender frame. Her sharp features, combined with her angry glare, gave her a menacing presence.

Despite her slim build, her punches hit with the force and weight of a mountain, relentlessly slamming into Duan Ting.

He would have been overwhelmed had it not been for the third woman—dressed in light purple robes, her wavy brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She wielded a fan, which Yang Qing recognized as a top-tier orange-grade artifact, using it skillfully to help Duan Ting keep the furious woman at bay.

But even with their combined efforts, they struggled to hold back the slender woman, whose momentum seemed to grow fiercer with every punch.

Yang Qing, sensing the chaos, immediately released his aura as a palace realm cultivator, instantly freezing all three in place.

"Would someone care to explain what is happening here?"