Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

IT TRULY RENDERED him astonished the moment he laid his eyes on the overall structure of the Saber Path Sect's main grounds.

There were five large sabers stuck on the ground, probably at least their other halves from the toe of their blades, with their other halves holding the building up. Yes, it was stupefying how crazy the level of creativity these people had reached in this backward world. No one would think they'd use the saber's structure to build such establishments. At least to him.

"Are you surprised? These are the Five Sabers of the Saber Path Sect. Each one of them had one saber master, the tallest one being under the leadership of the sect master," Elder Sun Ling said, seemingly proud as she introduced her own sect. "Come!"

As soon as they entered the main gate that was the most normal amongst all structures he had seen so far, only using bricks to build walls beside it. Its design was of a simpleton's mind, very minimalistic—contradicting the idea of magical powers that people could wield in this world.

Midway, however, they were stopped by a group of disciples, holding their sabers against Yang Lujia. Flustered, Elder Sun Ling immediately called them off as they might offend such a young genius who easily surpassed her talent by a notch.

As she said, they needed more talents than they already had for the Heavenly Selection—thinking that Yang Lujia might be able to increase their rewards.

"Greetings, Miss—Elder Sun Ling!" The leader of the disciples quickly bent his body forward. "We apologize for the insolence we showed earlier. I didn't know he was a talent you recruited from the outside."

"As long as you understand, and you should say sorry to him as well. He was wronged—"

"No, it's alright," Yang Lujia said as he did not want the issue to be pushed further. Besides, if he were in their shoes, he would've probably had the same reaction as them.

With that, Elder Sun Ling's impression of Yang Lujia became even better than it already was. Other than his sensible personality, he was also humble on the inside. He sounded so arrogant just then, but she did not mind it at all. Perhaps he was just like that.

"We're now going to the tallest saber, also known as the First Saber! It is where our sect master resides!" she excitedly said as he tagged him along to her very much desired destination. "Our sect master is really strong, you know! Probably a lot stronger than you are, even if you're a genius."

"Okay," he responded, slightly rubbing his forefinger on one cheek.

"Sect Master!" Elder Sun Ling called as she ran quickly to a chamber at the bottom of the large saber's handle. "We have a guest! He's a talent! Try to rope him in as much as you can!"

She then ran her ass off the place and winked at Yang Lujia. The latter felt like he was betrayed by the trust between humans. In the end, he just sighed and walked right into the dark chamber, with its sides lit up by a number of small lamps.

Amidst the darkness, there sat a man who, although only a silhouette, had the vivid features of a fat person. Even though this was the case, there was still anticipation in Yang Lujia's heart to learn more about this realm from this man. He was not the type to judge a person's character by appearance in the first place.

"Hello?" he called out.

"So, you're the one my daughter tried to make me rope you into the sect. I don't know what kind of person you are, but my daughter's intuition has always been better than anyone I know. Hence, I can't doubt her about this matter. Therefore, without any further ado…" The fatty stood up with his clenched hands placed on his waist. Gradually, his whole body was shown in front of Yang Lujia.

"You are in the sect already, brother! I accept you!" He smiled widely.

Yang Lujia's expectations immediately went downhill. "Ha?"

"What do you mean 'ha'? I said I welcome you to the sect already!" The fat on his cheeks jiggled as he walked groggily toward Yang Lujia. "My daughter said you were here to join the sect, right?"

"I didn't say anything to her like that," Yang Lujia responded. "I am only here merely to pull out some information from you about the realm. As you know, I came from the lower realm and I barely know anything about this realm in general."

The fatty sect master pondered about it for a moment and asked, "You came from the lower realm? You must be pretty weak!"

"No, I am certain that I'm a lot stronger than you are," Yang Lujia straightforwardly refuted. "I can just slap you like an ant!"

"I don't believe it! You obviously came from the lower realm, so you must be very weak! At most, you must be a Saint Disciple? People from the lower realms have always been like this? Albeit rare, since ancient times, it was what was written in our records. Actually, you're the first one I encountered who ascended from the lower realm."

"No, I am above that. Or to be precise, above you," Yang Lujia answered. "Anyhow, I am not here to argue about strength. Like I said, I am only here to fish some information. So, when I go out, I wouldn't become as stupid as I was before, hiding from people like a rat waiting for a cat to find and eat me."

"Rat? Cat? That's a strange way to describe yourself!" At this time, the fatty's belly bounced like a deflated ball as he placed one hand on his chin, his elbow resting on top of his belly.

"However, as I said, if you want information, you should've just asked my daughter, though? No need to find me and bother me like this. Besides, you're not gonna join the sect, anyway." The fatty crossed his bulging arms across his large chest.

Speaking of large chests, he suddenly remembered the fetishes Zhao Dilao had. That was so random, so he immediately forgot about it and argued, "No, your daughter said that you are much more knowledgeable about the realm than she is."

"Fight me first! Prove to me your strength! If you can prove that you're stronger than me or even at least on equal footing with me in terms of overall combat prowess, then I wouldn't hold back any information you wanted to ask of me! Get ready, man!"

Yang Lujia sweated when he saw how the fatty of a sect master flew into the air and did a somersault toward his position. If he did not have any power at all, he would be crushed by this ball-like person.

Yang Lujia then raised his hand as he intended to face the incoming attack with a palm. This did not concern the fatty, though. The latter still continued his attack. However, as soon as the fatty's body touched the other party's palm, the former suddenly trembled as though all his fats moved out of his body.

"What the heck was that? Your body's like slime, very smooth. If you were not a person, I would have thought you're a boneless human," Yang Lujia thought in his mind as he sent the fatty flying back to his seat.