Daily life of a cultivation judge-Chapter 1120 - Huh..Luck

1120: Huh..Luck?

1120: Huh..Luck?

Other than wondering how Palace Realm cultivators had managed to survive in such a place, another question arose in Yang Qing’s mind—one triggered by Shao An’s earlier statement about the Ocean Vortex Shield Talisman Manor.

Shao An had mentioned that the only reason the sixth-stage Palace Realm cultivator survived that battlefield was due to a talisman crafted by the manor.

Now, Yang Qing couldn’t help but wonder: How had it managed to do so?

And more importantly, why was he only hearing about this now?

The Burial Ground of Blood and Qi was infamous across the continent, not only because of the forces involved in the battle but also because of what remained there.

From what little Yang Qing knew of the Banyan Empire, it was considered average among rank-two organizations.

But in the grand scheme of the continent’s power balance, even an “average” rank-two force was still an overwhelming powerhouse.

In a world where the term genius was reserved for heaven-defying figures, to be average among them still meant possessing extraordinary strength.

The Banyan Empire had always been strong enough to contend with others of its rank, but its true leap in power had come when it allied with the Crimson Wave Tide Sect.

That partnership had rapidly propelled it from an average rank-two entity to one of the top-tier forces in its class.

Figuratively speaking, this meant the Banyan Empire had at least a late- to peak-stage domain expert and over thirty domain experts in total.

To be considered top-tier among rank-two organizations, one needed at least that much strength.

However, if an organization possessed a peak-stage domain expert who was not yet in their twilight years, even without thirty domain experts, it would still be ranked among the top due to the sheer power of that one individual.

Every minor advancement within the domain realm brought an immense leap in strength, to the point that the gap between a first-stage and a ninth-stage domain expert was as vast as the difference between an early-stage palace realm expert and a mere qi refinement cultivator.

A ninth-stage domain expert could dispatch a first-stage one with such effortless ease that it would make one question whether they even belonged to the same realm.

This was why the Banyan Empire’s rise within its rank had been so sensational.

And with greater strength came greater influence and access to superior resources.

One could only imagine the wealth of legacies and treasures left behind when the empire was destroyed—the sheer amount of ownerless resources scattered across its former territory.

Yes, the Radiant Sword Sect and its allies had likely claimed the most precious remnants, but it was doubtful the empire’s lands had been stripped completely clean.

What guided Yang Qing’s thoughts in this direction was the devastating scale of the battle and the caliber of those involved.

The very fact that the Banyan Empire had participated meant domain-level cultivators had dominated the battlefield, and the number of experts fielded in such a war was unlikely to have been small.

The fact that the destructive energies from that battle still lingered, remaining perilous—bordering on fatal—to early- and mid-stage domain experts despite thousands of years passing, spoke volumes about the battlefield’s sheer terror at its peak 24,000 years ago.

Even with time gradually eroding the potency of those energies, their persistence served as a testament to the devastation that had once unfolded there.

Given that, Yang Qing surmised that those who had looted the battlefield in the aftermath must have been at least late-stage domain experts.

Figures of such caliber were unlikely to strip the place entirely clean, as only the most extraordinary treasures would have caught their attention.

Even now, the same conditions remained.

Given the slight ebbing of destructive energies over time, the battlefield’s lingering dangers meant that late-stage domain experts could navigate it safely, and perhaps even some mid-stage ones.

However, the same logic applied—whether late-, mid-, or even early-stage domain experts, few items would be valuable enough to draw their interest.

Only the rarest and most exceptional treasures would be worth their effort.

This suggested that countless legacies and artifacts still lay untouched.

After all, the Banyan Empire had not existed in isolation.

Its vast territory had been home to countless other sects, clans, and organizations, many of which had been either allied with or subordinated to the empire—something that was just as seen in today’s rank-two organizations.

The same likely applied to the Banyan Empire.

While domain experts would have had an interest in what the empire possessed, they were far less likely to care about the rank three and lower organizations under its banner.

However, countless palace realm experts would.

Who knew what legacies, treasures, and rare resources those places might have hidden?

Things that could be life-changing if they fell into the right hands—perhaps a precious pill capable of inducing enlightenment, blueprints for a blue-grade array, a compendium detailing the intricacies of countless herbs and rare minerals, some blue-grade arts, or even monarch-grade artifacts that had survived the destruction.

There could be foundational notes and insights left behind by seasoned experts, waiting to be uncovered.

The possibilities were endless, which was why so many viewed that battlefield as a trove of sealed treasure chests guarded by a slumbering, ancient dragon.

The mere thought of what might be hidden within those chests tempted countless cultivators, luring them in despite the evident risks to life.

Now, if someone had found a way to enter that battlefield safely, it would have been sensational news that would have spread far and wide.

So if the Ocean Vortex Shield Talisman Manor had truly created a talisman capable of protecting a palace realm expert from the battlefield’s dangers, why was there no mention of it?

Not even a whisper.

One might argue that the secret had simply been kept under wraps by those involved, but that reasoning had countless flaws.

The most well-guarded secrets were the ones known by the fewest people.

Yet, how many people purchased talismans from the Ocean Vortex Shield Talisman Manor in a single day?

Even at the lowest estimate, the number likely reached the thousands.

If the sixth-stage palace realm expert mentioned by Shao An couldn’t even trust a single person to keep a secret—going so far as to kill him and anyone associated with him—was Yang Qing now supposed to believe that a thousand people from different backgrounds could keep their mouths shut?

Not unless…

“Did that sixth-stage palace realm cultivator have a close relationship with the Ocean Vortex Shield Talisman Manor?”

“No, he did not,” Shao An answered calmly.

“Then how?” Yang Qing asked, his tone and expression growing more puzzled.

“If the manor had something so valuable, they wouldn’t just sell it to outsiders.

And even if they did, they’d sell it to the highest bidder.

In that case, word of it would have spread.” His doubts lingered in the air.

“Luck,” Shao An replied.

“Huh?

Luck?” Yang Qing repeated, looking even more confused.