Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

NOTICING THE SITUATION, the Spirit Race Ancestor was also stumped. She didn't expect someone was actually trying to attack them from a distance. She thought the failure was the only cause for the then destruction.

"Look at what you've caused, our people are suffering!" the Spirit Race Ancestor said as she stared at the young man in front of her. Her voice was neither domineering nor loud but her eyes were sharp. "Even if you're their children, I won't let you go because of this!"

Her already acute eyes became even sharper as she muttered one word. A soft breeze blew the wind in the direction of Jing Shuai and his sister.

But Jing Shuai knew that the Spirit Race Ancestor was using the Art of Speech that was exclusive only for the race to utilize. He could also use it, but his would only be a child compared to this living entity who had lived for centuries already.

As the sharp but soft wind was pushed to his direction, an even more tyrannical force propelled it back to the Spirit Race Ancestor which she deflected easily.

"You're finally going to show up. Who are you? Why are you protecting that kid?" the Spirit Race Ancestor directly queried as she tried to probe into the man who masked himself under a dark green cloak. "You do know what I don't especially like, right?"

The man in the dark green robe still remained silent. He didn't even lift his head to look at her and just clung the two, the young lad and his sister away from the site. Soon enough, they disappeared midair.

"What did he do? Why couldn't I sense him even with my cultivation level?"

Although she was baffled by the enemy's movement, her face remained nonchalant. It then sooner turned into a solemn one as she thought about what their son had told her.

"Does he mean I killed them? Did someone dare brainwash him? When did I kill his parents?"

Ignoring this fact, she stared at the sturdy formation by the Spirit Race Army. However, at this time, she wasn't that confident anymore—that something would happen at any moment.

SHOOT!

"AHHH!" a soldier screamed as soon as he opened his eyes and saw the creature before them. He was told not to open his eyes, but the pressure the creature was giving him was like no other. And he knew who this creature was.

"THE DEATH HYDRA IS HERE!"

"I knew it," the Spirit Race Ancestor mumbled. "But why would it find us first? Does this have something to do with that man in a cloak?"

As soon as that Spirit Race member lost control, the entire defense of their territory despite their territorial terrain advantage collapsed.

The Spirit Race Queen's face paled when she saw the situation. All of the men from the Spirit Race Army—be it a woman or a man, every one of them fell from their posts. The commanders were slightly pale. Some were coughing blood. Some died from the impact of the backlash.

"What the hell is happening? Why is this happening?"

"It is because of him!" a member of the race clamored, pointing at the young man who attacked the group of members of the Spirit Race while they were performing the Fortification Spirit Text. "If not for him, our momentum should have not collapsed!"

"That kid?!" a nobleman from the race exclaimed. "How dare he—Spirit Race Ancestor!" However, when he saw the woman in front of the young man, he quickly prostrated to his knees.

"Who are you?" the Spirit Race Ancestor's voice thundered. It halted all the operations from around the territory. Even the Death Hydra was forced to stop from its tracks, more likely being stopped by the ones who were controlling it, Zhang Wei and Zhao Qiaochen.

"Who am I doesn't matter. You should be more concerned about the matter at hand. Look at the members of your race. Don't they need your help?" the man said as he vanished into thin air with the other two, Jing Shuai and his sister.

The Spirit Race Ancestor's face wasn't good. It made the surrounding members of the race quiet, as though they were silently waiting for their verdict of life and death. Not later than a second, the Spirit Race Ancestor turned around and flew in the direction of the creature.

"Tell them to retreat," the Spirit Race Ancestor transmitted a message into the mind of her daughter. "Evacuate everyone from here and go to that forbidden world our first ancestor had left for us. I permit you to enter the treasury and go get that thing. It's a white orb. There's a world inside and hide everyone in there and find a spot that no one could find."

The Spirit Race Queen wasn't able to process the words of her mother for a moment when she heard her firm words again.

"GO! RIGHT NOW!"

"What's the use of escaping?" Zhao Qiaochen then appeared upfront, with the same cloak as the man who snatched away Jing Shuai and Jing Fen. "They're all gonna die here together! You can't stop me!"

"It's you," the Spirit Race Ancestor said, her expression not showing any nervousness.

The moment the Spirit Race Ancestor said this, her daughter immediately ordered everyone from the race to go to the centermost part of the territory.

"EVERYONE! GATHER!"

Her words woke everyone up from their daze. They immediately ran away from their posts and followed suit. When they did this, the Spirit Race Queen's eyes flashed as she shot a glance from the side.

"ZHAO FENHUA! DESPICABLE!"

"Spirit Race Queen, you should've known. I've also broken through the Saint Realm. Let's see whose strength is stronger than the other," Zhao Fenhua as he continued to strike his sword toward the Spirit Race Queen.

"Is this all you can do? Do some sneak attack?" the Spirit Race Queen asked as her aura began to rise inexplicably. She was mad. Very mad.

When Zhao Fenhua felt the increase in her strength, he immediately flew backward. "You! You're at the Second Stage of the Saint Realm?! Bitch, how dare you deceive me?"

"Why do you talk like I need to tell you my cultivation level? Do you think I am stupid? Or it's just your brain has the size of a peanut?"

"You!"

"Leave her to me. She's not your opponent," Zhang Wei's voice rang from behind Zhao Fenhua. "She's stronger than you think. Just go help the Death Hydra."

"Alright, senior," Zhao Fenhua said as he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth in humiliation.

"Spirit Race Queen, daughter of the Spirit Race Ancestor. I can't imagine you have reached such a height in your cultivation level," Zhang Wei said. "Before, you were just a toddler before me. Now, you've—"

"Shut your stinky mouth, old man," the Spirit Race Queen cut him off. "Come at me. Don't act like a turtle hiding in its shell."

Zhang Wei didn't get angry and just smiled at her remark. Unlike the hot-blooded Echinemon Race, he was pretty much calmer than them. "Alright. Then, I'll attack now little girl—"

"No," the Spirit Race Queen muttered as she disappeared from her position. "Let's better finish this fight quickly." Appearing behind Zhang Wei, she muttered a word and the wind howled toward her target.

Zhang Wei's eyes narrowed into slits. Using the sword by his side, he immediately deflected all the approaching razor-sharp wind blades. "You've become more proficient with the Spirit Race's exclusive Art of Speech, little girl."

"Don't underestimate me, little old man."

On the other hand, the Spirit Race Ancestor and Zhao Qiaochen had long exchanged blows against each other while the latter's eyes shone with delight.

"Jing Fei, if I am to defeat you today. I want to use you as my sex toy—"

"If I win, I will grill you and let ants eat your meat," the Spirit Race Ancestor retorted with a scoff. "You still haven't changed. Still the same Zhao Qiaochen who only coveted beauty without restraints."

As she said those words, a chiming sound rang out from her lips as Zhao Qiaochen became mesmerized by it. She then spit saliva on the ground as she looked at the aroused face of the man.

"Disgusting," she mumbled as she flew toward Zhao Fenhua.

'The illusion is not going to hold Zhao Qiaochen back for a long time. This time, I will kill his son first so the Death Hydra will become heedless.'

Shuttling through the air, she immediately arrived behind Zhao Fenhua and dug the skin on his neck with her fingernails, muttering out some incomprehensible words. However, before she could proceed with her plan, one of the heads of the Hydra suddenly looked at her.

For a moment, it made her shudder. But it also strengthened her resolve.

If she wouldn't kill Zhao Fenhua at this time, there would be more trouble for her race from this point onward. After all, she still needed to deal with Zhao Qiaochen. Moreover, there was also the issue of the Death Hydra. She realized that it seemed like they were able to control it.

But how did they do it?

Plus, she wasn't certain if her daughter could defeat Zhang Wei.

Gambling on her cards, she crushed the frozen Zhao Fenhua's neck. His head then burst into blood mist. One could imagine the strength she possessed. Although Zhao Fenhua was a Saint as well, he would still be considered an infant to her.

However, the moment she did this, the Death Hydra suddenly released smoke. Hurriedly, she mobilized her qi and enveloped her whole body.

For a second, she felt the aura of death. It was so strong that even if she was a Saint, she would probably die if the smoke managed to seep into her skin.

"What is this? Is this the so-called Death Smoke? The Death Smoke that could kill anyone who would get closer to it? The denser it is, the more the probability one would die with it."

"AAHHH! I'LL KILL YOU!" Zhao Qiaochen suddenly screamed, his eyes bloodshot. "ZHAO FENHUA!"

Zhao Dilao, who was on the side fighting against the other members of the Spirit Race, was also in a daze as he watched his father die in the hands of the Spirit Race Ancestor. It was like his mind wandered into a blank space.

ROAR!

The Death Hydra also lost control, affected by Zhang Wei's outburst, and shook its body, spreading the smoke all throughout the entire race.

ROAR!

"What?!" the Spirit Race Ancestor exclaimed as she saw the members of her race slowly dying at a fast pace the moment the smoke touched their skin. "It's really that terrifying to weak cultivators. If I didn't have a high cultivation then, I would probably have been brought to hell by then."

"CALM DOWN, ZHAO QIAOCHEN!" Zhang Wei screamed as he used all his strength to keep Zhao Qiaochen in his still mind.

Otherwise, the situation would truly turn out for the worse.