Daily life of a cultivation judge-Chapter 1144 - The three parameters (2)
1144: The three parameters (2)
1144: The three parameters (2)
Their bodies made them inherently sensitive to the presence of a devouring lily cauldron phantom spider—even with its stellar camouflaging abilities.
In addition, those with predominant yin physiques often possessed powerful souls, allowing them to use their soul essence to injure the spider, even while it remained in its incorporeal form.
To the devouring lily cauldron phantom spider, they were a lethal threat—far more dangerous than those with yang or fire-based physiques.
This was why, no matter how delectable they might be, the spider would rather risk parasitizing a host with a yang or fire-based physique than dare to target someone with a yin-based one.
The risks were simply too high—especially if the target possessed a highly potent yin physique.
In such cases, it was likely to turn from predator to prey, easily.
Someone like Feng Xin, with his Ice Soul Jade Peerless Jade Physique, or Su Jinjing, with her abnormally powerful soul, would utterly destroy a devouring lily cauldron phantom spider.
Especially the former—who had even bragged to Yang Qing about eating a few of them.
It tasted like cold ash, Feng Xin had said, wrinkling his face at the memory—but that hadn’t stopped him from boasting as he said. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
And Yang Qing, as always, made for the perfect audience.
Despite the appalling description, Yang Qing instantly became jealous.
The epicure in him couldn’t help but wonder—what did a devouring lily cauldron phantom spider really taste like?
Cold ash or not, he wanted to try one for himself, just once.
Sadly for him, realizing that dream was easier said than done.
He checked every box that a devouring lily cauldron phantom spider would go to great lengths to avoid.
He was talented, and—worse—his physique was composed of the two energies the spider dreaded most: a perfect blend of yin and yang.
He could lie unconscious in a nest filled with them, and they would likely abandon it in abject terror.
Aside from talent and physiology, the final thing a devouring lily cauldron phantom spider would consider when choosing a victim was the victim’s ecosystem—in simple terms, their social circle.
A target could have average to mediocre talent and a physique the spider would love, but if their social circle posed a potential danger, none of that would matter.
The spider wouldn’t risk its life if the target was connected to people or institutions that could threaten it—whether that meant a powerful sect or clan, or simply a cultivator by their side who had the means to kill it.
If its target had someone like Feng Xin or Yang Qing nearby, it wouldn’t dare make a move.
Thus, it only acted when the target’s social circle—or ecosystem—was within a threshold it felt confident handling, from the initial parasitism to the eventual completion of its plan.
This meticulousness was why the spider would stalk its chosen prey for years, ensuring every parameter was met to the finest detail before finally striking.
They were so thorough, in fact, that there have been reports of some going to the extent of learning the customs of human cultivators—all to fully excavate any and all information about their target’s ecosystem.
Some even investigated their target’s financial capabilities and web of connections to avoid unplanned surprises, ensuring that while the prey’s immediate circle posed no threat, their extended circle didn’t either.
These strict parameters were why most victims of the spider were either rogue cultivators, those from weaker organizations, or those living near dense bodies of water.
Once someone was successfully parasitized and the process of transforming them into a cauldron had begun, reversing or stopping it became an arduous task.
More often than not, the merging process between the spider and its host was so vigorous and thorough that isolating its presence within the host’s body became nearly impossible.
Removing it was even harder—any damage inflicted on the spider during extraction would be borne by the host first, putting their life in immediate danger.
This was why successfully removing the spider while preserving the host’s life required the hands of a highly skilled healer—at least one ranked as a top-tier blue-grade healer.
If such a healer wasn’t available, the only other viable option was the use of rare treasures known to be effective against the spider, and a four-petaled celestial light hawthorn was among those few precious remedies.
A four-petaled celestial light hawthorn contained the purest condensation of various elemental energies, with the number of energies it contained increasing alongside its petals.
At four petals, it held yang, fire, wood, and earth energies in one of their purest forms.
Because of this purity, the yang and fire energies were extremely lethal to a devouring lily cauldron phantom spider, being potent enough to forcibly breaking the merger it had with its host.
At the same time, the pure earth and wood energies were more than capable enough of repairing the damage caused by the purge, purging and restoring the host’s body in a simultaneous act.
Its unique composition was what made such a process possible.
Yang Qing could now understand the rogue cultivator’s desperation, to the point that he even begged for a few shavings.
Alas, as potent as the abilities of a four-petaled celestial light hawthorn were—especially one with two more immature petals forming—mere shavings, no matter how precious, would have fallen short of dealing with the devouring lily cauldron phantom spider.
The best they could have achieved was extending his wife’s life by a few more years through reinvigorating her spent vitality.
To cure her completely, he would have needed at least one full petal or all the sepals combined with eight drops of its sap, or the entire sap and half its stalk to remedy her situation.
Anything less, and it wouldn’t have been enough.
Of course, Yang Qing believed he could replicate the same feat if he wanted to.
While he had never dealt with such a case before, the nature of his physique—combined with the prodigious restorative abilities granted by the fruit of his grand dao—gave him the confidence to handle such a situation.
“Maybe I should ask Senior Ren Shu to alert me if such cases ever appear at the valley,” mused Yang Qing, his charitable thought driven more by curiosity about what the devouring lily cauldron phantom spider might actually taste like than by any true altruism.
