Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

YANG LUJIA BEGAN explaining the modifications on the airships to those who were assigned to man them. He also let Wang Lao, Xia Zhiguang, and Bai Qian listen to him. All this time, they were all shocked to their core regarding the improvements made by Yang Lujia.

“When you try to man the airship, you don’t have to worry about the qi consumption anymore. Apart from me placing a lot of peak-grade spirit stones from some veins I excavated in the past with someone, I also included a mechanism in it. It was to make it absorb the surrounding heaven and earth qi multiple times faster than it was before.”

A man then became curious. “Sir, by multiple times faster, what do you mean by it?”

“Multiple times faster is at least a thousand times to me,” Yang Lujia said with a calm countenance. “Also, the helm I created was made out of pure wood. On it, there were buttons for you to press. The red button was for the airship to stop absorbing qi while the green button has the opposite function.

“On the other hand, the white button will be the one responsible for the regulation of the qi absorbed. Otherwise, the airships may not be able to contain the qi absorbed by them and would be destroyed in the process.”

“Wow.” The three people who were to man the three ships gasped in surprise at what they heard. “Is it really the case, sir? Then, how is it that the interiors of the ship had been changed too much as well?” Then, they looked around.

“The airship may externally look much smaller compared to its actual size right now on the inside, but using the rules of space, I was able to piece the spatial characters in order to expand the interior’s size. At least this was now ten times than the former.”_.

Bai Qian’s jaw, which had just gotten back up to close his mouth, dropped down once more. This was too much! He even controlled the rules of space, one of the rules that were the hardest to control or manipulate.

‘Fuck! Where was I when the gods bestowed us talents?’

Xia Zhiguang was also stumped. If fate like his divination path was strong, then so were the rules of space. It was such a wondrous thing to be able to see someone use such rules so proficiently that he would want to shy away from him.

Weren’t they restricted? Of course, they were. Yang Lujia was just an overlapping factor of Da Sishen. This was why perhaps he could control rules or comprehend them beyond the limitations set by the realm.

After the shock Yang Lujia had given them, the others went to their respective airships while Yang Lujia chose to remain inside Guile City’s airship, standing next to Wang Lao by the cabin window of the airship.

“I cannot thank you enough for your help, sir,” Wang Lao respectfully addressed as he cupped his fist.

“Don’t mention it. In fact, I should be the one to apologize to you. I have brought upon destruction once in Guile City. Do you remember the Competitions Bureau? I was the one who destroyed it.”

Wang Lao was a bit taken aback and looked at the young man beside him incredulously. “May I ask the reason why you did that, sir?”

‘So, that’s why we can’t find anything even a single piece of evidence. After all, it was done by him.’

“For some petty reasons,” Yang Lujia carelessly replied. “When I went there to register the organization in order for me to be able to participate in the Elimination Round, I was blocked and offended by a mere bitch. Do you remember that Guile Magus Academy’s Headmaster, Zhang Wei? His disciple, I killed her.”

Wang Lao slightly slumped his back. “So, it was you who caused all those fusses.”

“Technically. Also, I have a matter to tell you about. I sensed a lot of demons within Guile City back then. They had the same aura as those who were participating in the Annual Death Competition.

“I think that they’re there as a spy. In fact, I was only able to think now. Zhao Lishu, the second supreme instructor, was someone from the Echinemon Race. Xiao Yue, his known disciple, was actually from the Echinemon Race as well—but not totally an echinemon but only a half-blood. To phrase it simply, it means that the higher-ups of that academy were filled with people who were spies of Guile City.”

“Then, why when I reached to investigate whether they were demons—”

“Zhao Lishu isn’t a demon. Zhang Wei is the one, the Headmaster of that Guile Magus Academy.”

“So, that sums up everything.”

“Yes.”

Slightly bending his body forward before Yang Lujia, he said, “Thank you for telling me about this, sir.”

“You can just relax. Most of the things I did were all because of my foolishness and pettiness. You should not change the way you address me. You can just call me a little kid or some sort. Since you respect me so much, then you are also worthy of my respect.”

“Yes, sir…”

“Just little kid,” Yang Lujia insisted. “I like you a lot, so I’ll allow you to call me like that. Besides, how old are you? Calling me sir seems a bit awkward.”

Well, in his world, it was—because there, people would always tell him to respect the elderly.

But his principles never told him that he should always respect them. Certain old people were disrespectful to him, so he couldn’t be respectful toward them, could he? Reciprocating the feelings he first gave them would make the already unfair world more unfair than it was.

“If I told you that I want you to join my organization, would you agree to do so?” Yang Lujia threw a question all of a sudden that caught Wang Lao off guard.

“Sir? I mean…” Wang Lao’s words were stuck in his throat as he looked down, his thoughts in a mess. “I mean, little kid?”

“Yes, City Lord Wang?” Yang Lujia smiled.

“What organization are you talking about, kid?” Wang Lao asked, his tone still filled with utmost care.

But Yang Lujia was alright with it. The more time they would spend with each other, the more Wang Lao would become more comfortable with him.

“I’m talking about you joining my Origin Court, City Lord Wang.”