Daily life of a cult

YangQingsighedashegazedupontheblackbuildingthatstoodtallpiercingtheskiesabovewithaninviolableauraaroundit.“TheOrdersureisblack-hearted,”heangrilythoughtashemadehiswayintothebuildingbegrudgingly.Thebuildingcouldbeconsideredhishomeawayfromhomeandasourceofendlessgriefforhimduetoitsunforgivingworkinghours.ThebuildinghousedthecourtroomsoftheCultivationOrderSociety,anorganizationfoundedtomaintainasemblanceoforderintheruthlesscultivationworldofthesoutherncontinentwhoiflefttotheirowndeviceswouldsinkthewholecontinenttotheground.Duetohowimpetuouscultivatorswere,thecasesneverstop.“YiJie,whatdowehavetoday?”“Twocultivatorsatthepalacerealmfoughtoveratreasureanddestroyedhalfoftheterritoryofthebluedeerkingdomintheirfight,Aroguecultivatorissuingtheownerofthefallingmeteorblacksmithshopforsellinghimafaultysaberthatkeepsattractinglightningtribulations.Acultivatorsufferingfrompillpoisoningisblamingitonthewhitehilltoprestaurantashesuspectstheyarefeedingtheirspiritbeastspillstomakethembiggerandfatter.Andthelastcaseis500familiesaresuingacultivatorbythenameofRenFuforbeingnegligentasahusbandandafatherwhilstalsopilferingtheirresourcesdryashemovesfromplacetoplace.,”Awkwardsilenceensues...........JoinmeaswefollowYangQinginhisroleasajudgeintheCultivationOrderSocietywithcasesandtroublesthatneverseemtoend.