Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

YANG LUJIA, WITH his face still expressionless, was staring at the entire separate world of the Echinemon Race who was currently in a mess. Beside him were Feng Huang's little sister and Brownie, floating midair; all unconscious. Around them were rules that could help them heal their wounds and recover the qi they depleted.

He didn't know what rule it was until Fortuniel told him that it was somewhat related to the rules of life. Here in Da Sishen, the rules of life function a lot slower than in any other realm. As they say, the opposite of life is death. With death overwhelmingly present, life could almost not carve its way through.

If Yang Lujia were any weaker than he was at the moment, he probably wouldn't be able to do so. Placing them inside the world he made for Long Guang, he let them recover themselves inside.

Before him, however, were the horrified faces of the Echinemon Race, not excluding the remaining four junior ancestors as well as the other elders who were not yet killed by Yang Lujia. However, just a blow of his breath shriveled their appearances, wounds and bruises appearing on their skin, as though an extremely powerful Saint used some forbidden art on them.

"That was just a blow from his breath…" Zhao De was stunned. Immobile, he could only utter such words as he looked at Yang Lujia like he was some kind of monster. "You… how many rules did you comprehend…"

"I myself do not know," Yang Lujia replied, pointing his fingers at the core of the other party's separate world. "However, I am pretty certain that if I can create a separate world like this, the same logic goes for me being able to destroy it."

"What…" Zhao Yi gravely coughed, her body frail as blood continued to trickle down all over her body. "We already transformed, but we still can't touch a bit of you…"

"If I knew I was this powerful, I would've done this a long time ago. I wouldn't have wasted my time idling by, delaying the revenge my little dragon disciple had long wanted in his heart," Yang Lujia said, his eyes not carrying any emotion within them.

However, what he said was true. Due to his overly cautious personality, tending to overestimate his foes or some other random people, things would not have come to this point. But again, he could not fully trust the system itself. It might have helped him become, well, probably the strongest, but he could not rule out the fact that there might be a price for him to pay in exchange.

In business, 'free lunch' is a non-existent phrase. Relating this to his connection with the system, plus given its mysterious origins, he was almost certain that it was for something. His strength was like this for something he should and must do.

If this were a novel in his previous novel, he would have probably dropped it; only if he was the main character, though. Somehow, he found it annoying that he could be cautious but at the same time not entirely hide his strength from everyone.

After all, he was not the only one who had trump cards. Others also had their own. Just like the Echinemon Race.

At this point in time, when the qi that shot from Yang Lujia's forefinger almost hit the separate world's core, it was blocked by some kind of barrier.

So, this was their trump card. Such a barrier was both a defensive and absorbing type. The more qi he'd insist on hitting it or even touching it with his own body, the more it would make the separate world mend on its own.

This was the reason why he saw several leftover bones of humans and some beasts on top of the core where he got Feng Huang and Brownie from. If he was a step too late, he would have already collected a bag of bones instead of a bag of intact flesh.

Zhao Yi grinned at the sight when she saw how their separate world quickly healed on its own as if time was turning back. That qi from Yang Lujia's finger could alone obliterate any Saint and it was that helpful for the separate world to heal. It even caused a huge explosion on the barrier put up by the original owner of the separate world.

"Interesting," Yang Lujia muttered. "But I'll keep this entire world for now…"

With a wave of his hand, he was already out of the separate world. Then, it disappeared like it was never there before. That was because he placed it in Fortuniel's storage space.

"I'll let Long Guang deal with the rest of you. My priority is to trace my way to Long Guang's location," he thought as he drifted through the space.

However, long before he could continue, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck him, with a voice ringing in his head. "Bold! How dare you, an outsider, explode with your power?"

Yang Lujia let the lightning flash toward him. With a protective qi surrounding his body, it didn't even reach the protective qi before it dissipated into thin air.

"Haven't we met already before? Long Guang… back then, he was trying to become a God Emperor. I was the one who interfered to stop you from baptizing him. I was so protective of my disciple back then. Do you think I cannot destroy this realm?"

"You cannot," the Will of Da Sishen firmly replied through voice transmission. "Although you're strong, you're bound by the rules of Da Sishen, of the Five Realms, and are suppressed by them. What you're doing is a form of disrespect to our creator."

"I do not care. Someday, I'll find ways to surpass rules or transcend the Five Realms to truly break free from the shackles of this world."

His thoughts then wandered, "Come to think of it, I feel like there's someone watching me from above. Could he be the one who's trying to imprison me in the Five Realms? That so-called creator?"

Thinking of it, it was indeed possible.

But for what reason?

*

"Master has gotten stronger like what I expected. However, it is just much faster than I anticipated." A middle-aged man sitting cross-legged on the ground opened his eyes, with a glowing spherical orb on his hand. "You can only blame yourself, master."

His eyes then shone, looking at the young man in the orb's projection. "I don't know if this was truly you or you are just someone else. If this isn't you, then you must've hidden yourself well."

*

"Zhao Qiaochen, do not forget about what we needed to do first," Zhang Wei calmly said, as if warning the other party for doing anything rashly.

Contrary to expectations, however, Zhao Qiaochen coughed a mouthful of blood. "Impossible, my connection with the separate world's core as its master was severed. Was he able to destroy it?"

Zhang Wei could not calm down anymore, neither could Shen Zui. When they heard the severance of Zhao Qiaochen with their race's separate world's core, the first thing that they thought was: "Cao Nima is very strong! Terrifyingly strong to severe a Saint's connection with such a large separate world!"

"Are you certain about what you said, Zhao Qiaochen?" Zhang Wei asked.

Zhao Qiaochen reluctantly nodded as he gritted his teeth in fury. "Fuck that kid! I'm gonna kill him when I see him. No matter how strong he is, I'll fight him to death."

Zhang Wei then sighed as he lightly slapped his forehead. "Zhao Qiaochen, you've gone mad. Do you think you can defeat him? You better return that little dragon to him. Otherwise, we would be making an unnecessary enemy for ourselves. Do you want to implicate this further? You see, just because of that…"

"Shut up, Zhang Wei. Do you think he will simply stop making an enemy out of me with this little dragon's race eliminated by us?" Zhao Qiaochen argued.

Zhang Wei frowned as he never thought of that as well. As he stared at the expressions of Zhao Fenhua and his son, it was evident that the assailant, Cao Nima, this time, was very strong. "You're right. From the very start, when we decided o eradicate the Dragon Race, we already made him our irreconcilable enemy, but for now, let's set this aside and follow through with our plan."

Zhao Qiaochen only nodded as a response. His forehead was still crunched, as though anytime, he'd tear someone alive.  "Let's go."

This time, they ordered the Death Hydra to speed up to the Spirit Race. Both Zhao Fenhua and Zhao Dilao could feel the surging but suppressed wrath of their ancestor, hence they kept quiet.

On the other hand, the Spirit Race had almost finished setting their defensive stance against the approaching calamity that would sooner befall the entirety of Da Sishen.

"How's the preparation going?" the Spirit Race Ancestor asked, her eyes as deep as the ocean.

The Spirit Race Queen nodded and said, "It's going well, mother. Anytime from now, the barrier would be finished. We are now in the final process."

Days passed and the Fortification Spirit Text that the Spirit Race performed had finally become stable, with everyone in the race supporting it with all their might. Although they did not need to sleep, some of them still felt fatigued. Fortunately, they had others replace them for the others to rest and recuperate the qi that they had lost.

To the south of the Spirit Race's territory, a young woman was talking to a young man whose demeanor and way of handling himself was not any different from someone who had gone through painful roads. "Jing Shuai, should we really do that? Won't that incur the wrath of our ancestor? Our ancestor, after all, is too strong."

"Big Sister Jing Fen, do you really think our parents were killed that time because they did not abide by the rules set by the ancestor? Do you really think our parents weren't innocent? I just found out about it recently…" Jing Shuai's eyes were filled with anguish as tears subconsciously streamed down his face. "Big sister… I already knew what happened…"