Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

"WHAT! THAT CAN'T BE TRUE!"

The fatty had a look of disbelief on his face, trying to mask the joy inside his heart.

Meanwhile, Yang Lujia just scoffed inwardly at his pretentious facade.

"If you want to save her, you need me," Yang Lujia said with a serious face. "Brother fatty, you are now like a little brother to me. I don't want you to lose your daughter. Who knows how much wine I would spend just to relieve you of your regrets for not trying to save your daughter! Let's go now!"

As though he woke up from his stupor, Sun Feng quickly urged himself to leave with Yang Lujia and go to the Blue Scale Sect. In not even more than a minute, they both arrived in front of the sect.

While Elder Mao was still trying to find his disciple, Core Disciple Liao, he suddenly heard a loud bang!

BANG!

The entire sect's grounds trembled. He didn't know what happened, but he knew it was definitely not something good. When he noticed the multiple auras appearing one after another, he also flew from his position and went to where the commotion began just now.

But before he could even continue flying in that direction, a loud shout suddenly startled him awake from his thoughts.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, YOU BRUTE! JIA LING! COME OUT AND FACE ME! HOW DARE YOU IMPRISON MY DAUGHTER!"

"That voice…" Elder Mao trembled upon hearing that voice. "It's that fatty, the sect master of the Saber Path Sect? Why is he talking about his daughter getting imprisoned here?" As though he realized something, he quickly said, "OH FUCK! DON'T TELL ME SHE'S IMPRISONED THERE AS WELL! Are we really going to have a war with a sect now? Won't that disadvantage us and let the other sects attack us after the fight?!"

Jia Ling, the Blue Scale Sect Master, grinned as he flew from his chamber after hearing the voice of the fatty. "What are you trying to do here, fatty?" he mumbled.

Landing on the ground in front of Yang Lujia and the fatty, Jia Ling's huge body quaked the entire sect. Even Yang Lujia was slightly frightened by his huge body.

"YOU BRUTE! WHERE THE HELL DID YOU IMPRISON MY DAUGHTER?!"

'Wow, what an act. It's like I'm watching Volstagg versus Hulk. I wonder who will win between the two?' Yang Lujia thought.

BOOM!

The two of them directly released their cultivation levels, clashing against one another. Some of the disciples who were near them spat blood, while some died due to the impact.

"IF SOMETHING HAPPENED TO MY DAUGHTER, I WILL NOT REST UNTIL I KILL YOU!" the fatty shouted as his fats jiggled in anger.

"HAHAHA! Sun Feng, are you really that confident that you are able to kill me?!!" Jia Ling responded as he took the initiative to attack first.

By throwing a punch, Jia Ling was able to force the fatty to defend himself. In terms of cultivation prowess, both of them were equal. However, at this time, the fatty had taken some steps back.

That punch thrown by Jia Ling was obviously very strong.

Seeing this, Yang Lujia sent a voice transmission to the fatty, "Do you need help?"

"No, just be there on standby, Brother Dum Gai."

Yang Lujia grinned at the reply of the fatty. This time, Sun Feng did not even bother him to let him find his daughter. From this point on, it was already evident that the fatty was just acting.

"DEVOUR!" the fatty screamed as he opened his mouth widely.

Later on, Yang Lujia saw something that he thought only Brownie could do. He stared dumbfounded at the gathering qi toward the mouth of the fatty. 'Was this some kind of art related to his eating art?'

Sect Master Jia Ling frowned at this sight and hurriedly strengthened his body with multiple defenses. "Blue Scale Art! Activate!"

He knew this move from the fatty, as they had already fought once before. It was a terrifying move that could destroy several mountains.

"ROAR OF THE DEVOURING GOD!" the fatty exclaimed as a green laser blast shot through the air toward the other party—nonstop—that it even injured most of the sect elders present.

"FUCK!" Jia Ling cursed under his breath as he looked at the fatty without fear. "Do you really think this move would be able to make me kneel like before?! I've also improved, you lazy fatty!"

"HOW DARE YOU MOCK ME!" The fatty prepared to devour once a lot of qi from the air again. This time, however, it was stronger than the last one—the qi was denser than it was before.

While cursing under his breath, Jia Ling could not find any way to make his offense as he was busy trying to defend himself from the incoming attack.

Meanwhile, the sect elders and the disciples were thrown into disarray.

"Fuck! How could they fight in the open ground with so many others around them?!"

"I don't really get how their brains work!"

"I'm outta here! Why did I even choose to join this sect, anyway?! It's much better to join the Dragon Phantom Sect! They're much more discreet than these two sects!"

"Sect Master, you have to stop! Maybe we can talk this out! You imprisoned her daughter, right? We should just make her our hostage, so he would stop attacking us! Moreover, we can use this tactic as well to keep him in check! Isn't it more advantageous to do that?!" Elder Mao couldn't help but shout.

However, what he received was only a cold snort and a glare from Sect Master Jia Ling. "Do you want to die, Elder Mao?"

Elder Mao immediately zipped his mouth the moment he heard the question. Although he was a high-ranking elder, he did not have enough status to question the decisions of the sect master.

On the other hand, Yang Lujia was watching from the side, clearly amused by what was transpiring. He noticed that other than Sect Master Jia Ling, no one knew about the conspiracy both sect masters had been cooking up until now.