Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

NOTHING MUCH HAPPENED in Guile City. What the Wang brothers expected to happen did not happen. All was well and peaceful. However, they did not dare become heedless of the instinctual feeling that something grave would happen. Hence, they still asked those guards stationed at every corner of the city to remain at their posts.

Wang Lao asked his father if he could guard the city while they were away; the latter fortunately assured him. Hence, he hesitated no more and left the matter of the city's safety to his father. He could only pray for his father's welfare and the city's. Reluctantly, he left the city.

After all, he was the City Lord of Guile City. Thus, he was obligated to go and fetch these ten disciples to represent their territory in the Annual Death Ceremony Competition. He boarded the airship with the disciples, his brother, and some elders from various organizations.

On the outside, the airship was definitely big. It was the same when it was inside and was no different from a normal ship, except it sails over the air. From the front deck, an elderly man was maneuvering the ship as it continued to move through the air in a certain direction. Above them was a sea of clouds that appeared soft in their eyes. They could even touch some of them and every time they did so, the clouds felt like a clump of qi, comfortable and soothing to the soul.

Qi was also abundant within the airship. As explained by Wang Lao earlier, it seemed like the airship had an abundant amount of qi for them to use up. They could also use their own qi to run the airship. However, it would be onerous for them to do so. In case an enemy appears out of nowhere, they wouldn't be able to protect themselves if so. Ergo, it was instead continuously supplied with spirit stones, and as one of the top cities, of course, they did not have to worry about the number of spirit stones needed to arrive at the Central Domain's main city.

Throughout the journey, Yang Lujia was just sleeping while his disciples guarded him. No one dared to get near them except for Lu Daiyu, who was cheerfully chatting with Lin Diyu.

"Xiao'er," Lu Daiyu called out affectionately. "Does your master always sleep like this?"

"No, he's only been like this since a month ago. It must be because he's cultivating," Lin Diyu explained, his face turning a bit red.

"Cultivating? Is there any cultivation practice that would require someone to sleep? This is kind of unusual," Lu Daiyu replied, surprised at what she had discovered. "Then, do you know how strong your master is?"

Lin Diyu shook his head.

Lu Daiyu was speechless. "Why do you not know?"

Lin Diyu shook his head once more. "Master prefers to keep a low profile. He also once said to me that he never knew about his exact cultivation level. All he knew was that he had cultivated for fifteen years only while keeping his identity hidden."

Although they had only met Lu Daiyu once, Yang Lujia didn't mind her knowing a bit about them. He was actually listening to this conversation and was somewhat amused inside.

On the other hand, Lu Daiyu was shocked to her core. "What? He doesn't know his cultivation level?"

"Hmm." Lin Diyu nodded.

"Then, how strong do you think he is?"

This made the other party ponder and rubbed his chin mysteriously. He then replied, questioningly, "Perhaps above the God Emperor Realm?"

Lu Daiyu was shocked and became silent all of a sudden. It seemed like asking more questions of this group of people would only make her feel numb. No, more like number.

Seeing that Lu Daiyu didn't bother with him anymore, Lin Diyu turned to his sleeping master and sat beside him. Along with Long Guang, Feng Huang was also sleeping on top of Yang Lujia's head. Their master's sleepiness was actually contagious. However, it wasn't that new to Long Guang. Long Guang, according to his scripture, Dragon Emperor Scripture, would only need to sleep to cultivate.

If one could see Long Guang's face, it was akin to a boy being teased by a girl to the point of touching. It was as though a little female dragon offered him her pillow and mat[1].

Wang Lao saw this scene and his mouth twitched. While the others were busy meditating and cultivating, this particular group of youngsters was actually slumbering. One of them, the little girl, was even snoring so loudly that most of the people were displeased. However, no one dared anger them. After all, they still heard about the fact that Xiao Yue was killed with the tip of a finger by one of them.

"Okay now," Wang Lao began. "According to the elderly man maneuvering this airship, it had already been two days since the start of our journey. An hour later, we would arrive in the Central Domain's Death City. In entering, please be careful not to offend anyone. Otherwise, we will have to bear the consequences of doing so. I heard that the City Palace Lord of Death City has already reached the Saint Realm. I don't know why he still remained in our realm, but you have to be careful nonetheless."

Yang Lujia's eyes opened when he heard this. He looked in the direction where they were going. It seemed like it was the direction where someone spied on him. Could that be the same person who was watching him all this time?

He then looked at the sky. "No, it cannot possibly be him. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known his location that fast. It was someone else very strong," he said in his mind. "Probably even stronger than me."

Wang Lao stole a glance at the dazed Cao Nima, as though hinting at something. After all, this young genius suddenly popped out of their territory without warning. Perhaps Cao Nima and Cao Xiaoma were people from the Central Domain sent to spy on them.

However, there was nothing worth spying for in Guile City. With this, he let go of the matter and looked ahead. "It seems like I'll be back again, Death City."

He turned to his brother, who was speaking to the first supreme instructor of Guile Magus Academy. "Hey, Bing Yaluo, why did your headmaster and that other old man not accompany you right now?" he asked, interrupting the two's conversation.

Bing Yaluo sighed as he looked at the approaching party. "I also don't know. Ever since Xiao Yue died and the death of the headmaster's disciple, Feng'er, they have become much colder now." As he said this, a millisecond light flashed in his eyes, but neither of the Wang brothers noticed anything atypical.

Wang Lao nodded and let go of his suspicions. The death of someone you've brought up could be really taxing, particularly if you couldn't do anything to save or avenge them.

After all, Wang Lao couldn't think of anything else being the culprit but that group of people. Needless to say, they didn't have any evidence that they had something to do with the death of Feng'er.

And, since Xiao Yue was no longer eligible to participate in the Annual Death Ceremony, they chose someone ranked eleventh during the elimination round as a substitute instead.

When the airship slightly swayed, all of them had their eyes open and looked outside. They also saw certain airships landing on the ground just outside Death City. All of them pretty looked much the same as theirs.

Long Guang then noticed bald people from the other airship. He turned to look at Lin Diyu and exclaimed, "Luk! Senio Bwader! Day big bwabies!"

Everyone who heard him, "…"

The bald men, "…"

As though they didn't mind the child, the bald men smiled at Long Guang. Instead of turning furious, the bald man leading the others in the air faced the child and said, "Amitabha…"

"Amwitab… huhh…?" Long Guang's head was filled with question marks and he turned to Feng Huang beside him. "Hu… hu ar yu?"

"Your nightmare."

"Ehh?"

"Hmph!"

Lin Diyu, "…"

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(1) "a female little dragon offered him her pillow and mat" is an idiom which means sharing the bed while doing something more than just sharing the bed.