Daily life of a cultivation judge - #610 - 610 Are you trying to rob me?

Yang Qing had two goals for visiting the parasitic purple flower spore sycamore tree; one he hoped to harvest some of its fruits which was a great wine ingredient and the other was no one knew the lay of the land better than the locals.

The parasitic purple flower spore sycamore tree was among the list of perilous zones that they had shared with the Deer Mountain Kingdom.

If compared to the rest, it was the least perilous zone in the area. Other than its hypnotizing and parasitizing effects, it wasn’t considered to be a dangerous being considering most of its victims were usually corpses.

The reason Yang Qing thought it would be a good source of information was because of its nature. The main body was weak and mostly subdued its opponents through befuddlement, paralyzing, and illusory techniques.

If one was immune to its means and made it to the main body they could easily destroy it without the slightest of resistance. 

To ensure its safety other than the mind-based attacks, it was great at gathering information around its immediate surroundings and even further. It releases millions of spores which when spread about act as sensory carriers for the main body along with the parasitizing effect that they have.

The spores are unassuming and can seamlessly meld with any surroundings they are deposited under making them excellent collectors and carriers of information. 

Yang Qing hoped to ‘buy’ some of the information it had and with what he had to trade he was sure it would even sell out its closest kin with no hesitation for the chance to acquire.

Yang Qing chuckled in glee as he rubbed his hands on a handful of green leaves that had a gentle cloak of green flames surrounding them.

The flaming leaves in his hands were his guarantee. With them in hand, he could ask the parasitic purple flower spore sycamore tree to give up three-quarters of its branches, leaves, flowers, and fruits in exchange for the leaves and it would gladly do so feeling it had gotten the better of the deal.

Yang Qing with an anticipatory glee on his face quickly made his way to its territory. 

It was quite a fair distance from the battleground so it took him fifteen minutes of flying at full speed before he reached its territory.

Yang Qing halted when he was at the periphery of its territory. Before him was a picturesque scene of verdant trees, lush vegetation, crystal clear stream, birds and insects moving about the colorful flowers collecting nectar while an innocent-looking doe bent down to take a drink from the stream so pure and clean it would incite thirst from anyone no matter how perched you were.

However, all this was nothing but an illusion created by the parasitic purple flower spore sycamore tree.

The true scene was completely different. It was rocky with no vegetation in sight and the only thing in place was a cavern that had been hollowed out at the top where a pink mystical crown could be seen.

“Its illusory abilities are quite something..” muttered Yang Qing as he saw the scene around him change from the picture of tranquility it was before to a picture of terrifying havoc. Before him stood a tiger that was the size of a mountain radiating a ferocious aura surrounded by the baleful aura of one that had slaughtered millions.

It was so palpable that Yang Qing could smell the stench of blood being released from its mouth as it let out an earth-shattering roar.

Of course, it was nothing but an illusion but it was capable of fooling the senses. Anybody below the palace realm would likely fall victim to it without a struggle or even knowing that they had fallen victim to an illusion.

“Sorry to intrude on your territory. I haven’t come with ill intentions. I was hoping we could have a chat. My name is Yang Qing..” said Yang Qing as he walked inside the cavern ignoring the massive tiger that was jumping at him that puffed into smoke once it reached his body.

Yang Qing couldn’t help but sigh when he saw the breathtaking view that was inside the cavern. It was in stark contrast to the dry desolation that was outside.

Inside the cavern was a small pond that was crystal black. It made one feel like they were staring at the night sky that had just a little bit of moon radiance shine on it and the center of that lake was a 15-meter tree that was the highlight of the whole cavern.

The tree had pink leaves and purple flowers that let out a radiant ethereal and charming luster. The lighting and beauty of its leaves and flowers reflecting against the dark back made it seem like within the cavern was a night festival with celebratory colorful lanterns lit all around.

The flowers released white spores that twinkled like the stars in the sky. The whole tree was a work of magnificent beauty surrounded by enchanting floral scents and a gentle ambiance that melded perfectly with the silence of the cavern.

One look at it and Yang Qing felt the urge to drink wine as he indulged his nostalgic memories.

Yang Qing took a step forward and the leaves and flowers fluttered with a sense of alarm which prompted Yang Qing to stop.

“Like I said I haven’t come with ill intentions I have just come here to talk..” Yang Qing gently said as his gaze lit up when it fell on the more than a dozen crystalline red fruits with stripes of purple and white that were growing on the tree before.

“All ripe!!!” thought Yang Qing with unconcealed excitement.

The tree seemed to have sensed something from Yang Qing’s gaze as its branches and leaves started trembling immediately which prompted Yang Qing to smile in embarrassment.

“I am willing to trade this..” Yang Qing said as he took out a handful of leaves surrounded by a green flame.

The purple flowers instantly burst open as the millions of spores exploded out of them. The ink-black pond rippled from the radiant energy being released by every part of the tree that made even the cavern tremble.

A small smile tugged on Yang Qing’s lips when he saw the reaction.

“Give it to me…” an alluring charming voice sounded immediately after.

One of the fruits rippled and immediately transformed into a lady who was of similar age to Yang Qing. She looked to be in her twenties and had pink hair that reached to her waist, a purple floral dress, deep black eyes, and an enchanting beauty capable of capturing every soul that set eyes on her.

The lady instantly launched herself toward Yang Qing with her fervent gaze locked on the green flaming leaves in his hands.

Just when she was inches away from Yang Qing she felt a force lock her in place as a calm empyrean voice instantly quelled the frantic emotions within her.

“Are you trying to rob me?”