Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

YANG LUJIA CAUGHT Zhao Dilao and his friends. As long as he killed this Zhao Dilao with his disciple's hands, he knew that he would already complete his mission. Initially, he thought there was some treasure because of the ongoing intense fight. But it was actually just some feud, but he knew it wasn't as simple as it was.

He then looked at Lin Diyu.

"There's a Saint Blood Pool ahead. You can use it for leveling up your cultivation level. Sooner or later, we will also leave this place and ascend to a higher realm. As for our other company here," Yang Lujia sent a voice transmission and turned to the timid-looking Spirit Race members. "You said you're from the Spirit Race, right?"

Jing Shen was flustered with the question thrown at her. Hastily, she slightly bent her body. "Senior, we don't want anything. The Echinemon Race was…"

Seeing the frightened lady, Yang Lujia was still indifferent to it. "Tell me, are you from the so-called Spirit Race?"

"Yes, senior."

Jing Shen's mind was already so wired that she couldn't find the right words to say anymore. Neither her mother nor her grandmother could even enter the Valley of Gods, although given the fact both were saints.

It was said that the Valley of Gods had guardians guarding it. Unless you offend them, they would not meddle with what those who trespassed had done to others or them being done by others.

Of course, that was only a legend recorded in their race's history. If before, she would not dare believe it; now, she completely did so.

Saints were restricted to enter the Valley of Gods. Even if they had the tokens with them, no matter the number, they would still not be permitted entrance. It was a rule that the Valley of Gods had long established.

Without a doubt, she believed that Yang Lujia was some sort of expert in sheep's clothing, a wolf ready to gobble up defenseless people like them.

To Jing Shen's answer, Yang Lujia only nodded.

Lin Diyu then stepped forward. "Miss, we are only here to capture the Echinemon Race. It had nothing to do with you. I hope you don't tell this to anyone. We'll be leaving now."

Yang Lujia was silent as he stared at Lin Diyu. This disciple of his was getting more and more pleasing to the eye. Although they altered their appearances, their habits could not be changed.

If they encountered this lady again in the future, she would probably notice it if they remained longer with these bunch.

With that, they disappeared.

Jing Shen's mind went blank. It was out of her expectations to see people like them here in the Valley of Gods. As soon as she went back to their race, she would immediately report this to her mother.

The legend of the guardians of this Valley of Gods—it had to be true! But why were they after the Echinemon Race?

She also found out that the two of them seemed to want to slaughter the entire Echinemon Race.

"We need to find Saint Tombs quickly in order to advance to the Saint Realm as soon as we get out of here. I feel like something or someone would stir the long-time peace of Da Sishen. From those two people's words, it seemed like the Echinemon Race was included in this upcoming squall."

Her other two companions did not refute. Jing Shen was smarter than them. Apart from that, all she said were logical.

When they thought of how Yang Lujia subdued all the geniuses of the Echinemon Race, including Zhao Dilao, they shivered.

Just how strong was he to casually capture them?

Zhao Dilao couldn't even attack was stopped from his attacks, unable to move an inch of his body. When the wind blew in their direction, their hearts felt the chill.

After observing the surroundings, Lin Diyu turned to Yang Lujia and said, "Master, is it okay to leave them alone like that? Why didn't we just kill them?"

"Diyu, don't create unnecessary killings, lest you become a demon," Yang Lujia warned as he looked at the large tomb before them. "We are here. It says that this is the tomb of the late Saint Blood. It's a tomb of someone who uses blood in order to cultivate."

"Then, that means…"

"Yes, idiot. Do you really have to say the obvious?"

Lin Diyu felt wronged but still followed his master behind.

Yang Lujia had also been slowly recovering some of his sealed strength, to prepare himself from anything bad that might happen.

"There's actually a pool of blood here," he said, astonished.

Beside the pool were bones of various kinds of living beings. There were bones of some beasts and humans alike. From the looks of it, they were experts from before who had been captured by this Saint Blood in order to use their blood for him to advance.

Saint Blood must have really died. He wondered how his life ended. Perhaps he was hated by several orthodox people, hence cornering him to death.

"Diyu, when you absorb the blood. Be careful when you absorb the blood from the pool later. Remember what I always tell you, be cautious at all times."

Pulling out Zhao Dilao from Fortuniel's storage space, he placed him on the side of the pool. As for the other companies of this kid, he had long ended their lives through Fortuniel.

"Zhao Dilao, you have bothered me and my disciples for so long, even colluding with the Holy Flood Empire's Emperor Lin Fan. If I weren't strong to send them to their deaths, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to save my disciples from them," he directly said. "The reason I don't want to kill you yet was that I have questions to ask you."

"Hahaha!" Zhao Dilao already had a crazed appearance in his human form. He was fully naked as his clothes were torn apart after transforming into an echinemon. "You humans should not exist! Our race shall rule the entire Da Sishen!"

Yang Lujia merely ignored Zhao Dilao's mocking look. "I'm not some sort of saint who wants to save the world like a bunch of assholes in some novels. However, you dared to hurt my little disciple. Because of that, if saving the world means saving him, I would do everything to risk it. You understand?"

Although Lin Diyu was cultivating in the middle of the pool, gradually absorbing the blood from it, when he heard his master talk about saving his junior brother, his heart was like ice trapped inside a scorching cauldron.

Yang Lujia, through the times he had with Long Guang and Lin Diyu, knew that he couldn't deny the fact that he developed feelings for them, something familial. Something he only felt when he was with his grandfather.

"Blah blah blah…" Zhao Dilao said, his face turning a bit more sinister. "You're a good monster—it's actually Saint Blood's Tomb!!! This…" His eyes widened when he recognized Lin Diyu cultivating above the pool. "This was the easiest tomb to infiltrate. However, just the eerie and blood-like feeling could scare away other people. It actually appeared here."

More than that, it would certainly be helpful for Zhao Dilao to advance to the Saint Realm. Unfortunately for him, he would never be able to grasp this chance. Besides that, he also had to follow the plan his father told him to do.

"Zhao Dilao, as for the plans mentioned by you to that woman from the Spirit Race, what were they?"

"Why the hell would—"

"Of course, you won't tell me. You're an idiot if you would. I don't know about your plans, but if it involved harming any of the people dear to me, you are gonna pay."

Zhao Dilao was pretty sure that this man was a guardian of the Valley of Gods. He wasn't afraid that this man could break out from the Valley of Gods forcefully. Just as Jing Shen thought, Zhao Dilao also surmised the same thing.

Who could probably suppress him to this point, then?

Moreover, the Valley of Gods' guardians, as his father said, were saints exiled from the higher realms. Forced, they could only stay here. Once they got out, their strength would be greatly reduced.

This matter had been oddly cryptic but even the people from the higher realms could not force themselves to enter the Valley of Gods because of its surrounding profundities.

No one knew where it came from. It was said its origin could be dated back to the beginning of the world—exactly the reason why even experts could not just barge inside it.

In the end, they could only exile those who had done crimes and vicious acts in the higher realms.

How could they force them to enter when they themselves couldn't?

Of course, the use of tokens would do. Once these tokens were snatched back thereafter, they would forever remain in the Valley of Gods.

However, there was another thing quite a thing that made this Forbidden Realm more peculiar.

With a month passing by so fast, Yang Lujia thought he was watching a family's documentaries that he didn't give a fuck the least. Zhao Dilao actually kept his mouth zipped, no matter how much he tried to probe into him.

However, Lin Diyu's case baffled him. During the month of their stay here, his cultivation had actually reached the peak of the God Emperor Realm. He had almost absorbed everything in the pool.

Lin Diyu felt exhilarated, but he didn't let conceit overwhelm him. Instead, he pursued more power.

Yang Lujia took note of this attitude. He was getting good at controlling himself.

On the other hand, Zhao Dilao was elated, which made Yang Lujia force his mental power to seep through the air to examine the area. However, he didn't find anything wrong.

But due to Zhao Dilao's face, he knew that there was really something going to happen he would not desire to happen.

This was the 'another thing' peculiar about the Valley of Gods.

"Oh no! Master! Something is pulling me up!" Lin Diyu screamed in horror, afraid that he would get separated from his master. His body was glowing with blood-red color. It was dark but it was still blinding. "Nooo!"

Yang Lujia was frozen still.

As if he awakened, he quickly tried to unseal his strength with Fortuniel's strength.

"You might not know," Zhao Dilao said, breaking out into a laugh.

Yang Lujia looked at him incredulously.

"This is what we call forceful ascension. In the Valley of Gods, you cannot force yourself to stay in Da Sishen if you become a Saint. Hence, you can only ascend."

With that, Zhao Dilao suddenly self-destructed.