Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

Yang Lujia was shocked through and through.

That voice had long been forgotten in the depths of his heart.

Why did he have to hear that voice again? It was that voice that had once terrified him in the past. It had long been engraved in his soul, the fear and the urge for him to defend himself and the want to surpass this man so badly.

"I am just here to give you a message," the figure in front of Yang Lujia, which he believed to be his father, spoke, waking him out of his stupor.

Yang Lujia unconsciously bowed his head. Although he did not want to, this action was very involuntary. It was as though a sort of reflex to him, a habit that he would find hard to scrap off.

"I suppose you already know who I am. I am your father, Yang Jinhai, the one who had born you into this world. For now, I just want to tell you that I'm currently in the process of increasing my strength in the pursuit of something very important. This is why I decided to place you in this lower world and let your wings fly here.

"Think of the things you experienced as my test for you. If you can't even emerge victorious in this place, then you are not worthy of becoming my son. As for what I am pursuing, you don't need to know now. Eventually, you will. You just have to remember that I did not abandon you. I just want you to grow faster."

Yang Lujia just listened to this so-called father of his. He could not believe that the father he had in this lifetime had the same voice as the one he had in the past—on Earth, to be more precise.

"Moreover, to be able to reach this stage, I suppose you already barely passed the criteria that this lord had set," his father added yet another shocking truth.

Yang Lujia could not imagine that the tests he had undergone were actually just "barely" passed to his father. Could it be that the beasts had not completely understood his father's talents?

Why would these beasts praise him over the top? Was he schemed by them?

He wanted to vomit a mouthful of blood. That was extremely ruthless!

To think that he believed them that he was more talented than his father, he was a complete idiot for believing that there would be such a thing. How could it be that easy to surpass his father whose existence was very exalted. Looking at his own appearance, he seemed to have faded from the picture.

Unfortunately, there was no one who could spectate this sight.

Two extremely talented individuals, facing off against each other. It was only that they would not fight—because they were father and son.

However, he was completely oblivious that those five divine beasts really did not believe him. It was just that the message his father left had to say such words to toughen up the mind of his son.

He did not want his son to become like a dog housed by a major force that typically no one would dare to provoke. He wanted him to soar high without using his identity and use his wits and intelligence to overcome whatever obstacle he would encounter along the way.

When Yang Lujia waited for his father to say something more, they looked at each other. He was somewhat terrified by his father's unfathomable gaze. Why would his father stop saying anything?

"You just have to know. Your life and death don't matter to me. However, as a father, it is my duty to take care of you along the road. See yourself as a responsibility I am obligated to do, not something I created to love…"

When Yang Lujia heard this, he trembled.

Soon, tears glistened from his eyes, as though something was triggered inside of him. It was a very mysterious feeling that he couldn't explain. It was as if another shot of arrows had struck his heart hard.

This was the feeling when he was first scolded by his father when he only wanted to play. That scene played in his head once again and was stunned for a second, actually not realizing that he had already gone numb to this feeling, but it gradually came back, because of the circumstances.

Specifically, his father.

On the other hand, caught by waves of waves by the turbulent spacial strom, Yang Jinhai just sighed lightly and even praised his son's will. Even with the pressure of that projection of his, his son did not waver and only slightly bowed his head.

However, when he saw how the tears crawled from Yang Lujia's tears, he had the urge to turn back and bring his son away. In those eyes, he had read despair and longing. He, as a father, felt a pang of pain assaulting his heart. It was as if he had longed for a father that would take care of him and would not let him do things inappropriate for his age.

Despite his will, this kid actually cried.

'Just what did he experience during those days when I was away?'

That kid, Yang Hong, reported to him about Yang Lujia... his son's concerns, but he did not hear one negative thing from this servant of Yang Lujia. The "Yang Hong" he was referring to was actually Cai Hong himself!

It had to be known that servants like Cai Hong would never alter any of their reports to the higher-ups regarding the Yang Tribe's geniuses. However, what did he see just now? Why did his son cry when he saw him?

Could it be that he was a bit hard on him when he said those words in that projection?

But Yang Jinhai steeled his resolve. "If you can't survive whatever tribulation you have been going through, then you might not be able to help me in the future."

Not being able to bear his son's appearance whose face was already wet with tears, he shook his head and looked away. He turned around and went back to his place. "This time, I must aim to make another breakthrough! Those people, I heard that they're getting stronger and stronger! I am not a match for them!"

Meanwhile, Yang Lujia wiped the tears off his face. He knew that he would undergo the same path he had taken in the past. His father's words, in this lifetime... he would have to surpass him again and would not let him dictate anything about his life.

It was such a torture.

The only better thing he could enjoy at the moment was his freedom—and that his father did not restrict him from doing something. It was just that… what was his father trying to pursue? Was it more important than taking care of him? Was it more important than his existence? Moreover, the aloofness in his father's tone earlier reached a realm that he could only vaguely discern. In fact, there were no ripples found on his father's face when he said those words.

But it seemed like he was neglected again. From his father's words, he knew that he was but yet again a tool that he would use to fire at his enemies. Like in the past, on Earth, it had always been his role and had only reversed when he managed to overwhelm his father.

This time, he would do it again.

And this time, with his freedom, he believed that he would grow exponentially by braving dangers.

Only by braving dangers, and taking risks, could he surpass that father of his.

Later on, he shook his head and sighed. "I thought that my parents in this world would be better than the parents I had on Earth. It turned out… they were just the same…"

With that, he disappeared from his post and arrived outside the geographical array formation's core. He did not bid any farewell and he intended to leave the array formation alone. To surpass his father, he did not need his help. He believed that he himself was sufficient.

However, he would do it carefully and step by step.

"I want to surpass you, so I could only do this… Moreover, if I were to remove the array formation, it might cause unnecessary trouble. Anyhow, with my cultivation realm and my understanding of array formations, I could freely go in and out of the Second Region without a hitch…"

"Master, His Highness, did he just leave on his own?" the Red Qilin opened its eyes and went out of the core of the formation. He looked around and the other four beasts were also present. "What's going on?"

The Black Tortoise also opened its eyes and looked at the Red Qilin. "He has left. It seems like he has no intention to bring us along with him…"