Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

WHILE THE ONGOING tension in Da Sishen was thriving, so did ‘that’ particular event transpiring within Guile City. People found it funny for Xiao Yue to have the guts to confront the opponent who once beat him up.

Fear crawled up his spine when a glaring light was reflected from the silver dagger, its cold tip sending shivers down his body. His legs turned jelly, particularly when the little boy in front of him squeezed his balls harder.

Xiao Yue didn’t know what to do. Fortifying himself, his eyes flickered with resolve. Unreservedly, he unleashed his aura. Flabbergasted, the trio retreated out of impulse. Although Lin Diyu wanted to kill the guy, he knew that he’d only cause trouble if he did so. Thus, he restrained himself.

“What’s this aura?” Feng Huang’s face was grave. “You…”

“Junior sister, what’s the matter?” Lin Diyu unhurriedly asked as he watched the skin of the other person quickly change from pale white to pitch black. It was as though something burned his skin that he turned into a walking corpse. His eyes even turned red. This was worlds apart from his previous aura that resembled the Five Realms’.

Lin Diyu was also shocked by the other party’s transformation. “Junior Sister Feng Huang… do you know this kind of aura? Why does it seem like it’s the same as yours?”

“It’s indeed the same as mine, but not entirely the same… this…” Although she was only ten years old, she recognized the aura of this man. “It is from a specific clan from the Nether Universe. I just don’t know from which prison it is from. I completely forgot their name, but I heard that their strength is terrifying. From his aura as well… I also felt the same as that man who took my sister…” Her face was as black as pot._.

“You mean…” Lin Diyu was dumbfounded and turned to look at his second junior brother. He frowned. “Junior brother…”

He saw how Long Guang was clenching his tiny fists while gritting his teeth. Naturally, although he had the mind of a baby, he recognized that aura as the one who massacred his entire race. Although it was only faint compared to the other aura, it was still evident.

“The Echinemon Race!” Yang Lujia, who was initially sleeping, woke up from the bed of qi. Narrowing his eyes, he looked at the crazed Xiao Yue. With the bed slowly dissipating, he uttered, “No, he’s a hybrid.”

Disappearing from his place, he directly appeared in front of Xiao Yue and tapped the latter’s forehead. As soon as his forefinger landed, the other party halted moving. Studying him closely, Yang Lujia couldn’t sense anything peculiar about the other aura. Anyhow, his blood smelled two opposing auras.

It was the blood of the Echinemon Race and the blood of someone from the Nether Universe, as Feng Huang said.

“Master!” Lin Diyu shouted as he stared at his master’s back. Almost tearing up, he said, “You’re finally awake!”

“This is going to be tricky,” Yang Lujia said as he stared at the people that surrounded them. “If I were to kill him right now, his master, the second supreme instructor… no, he wouldn’t. It’s better that we have witnesses at this moment to testify for us,” his thoughts.

This way, the second supreme instructor won’t question them for killing his disciple. Moreover, he could just tell the supreme instructor that Xiao Yue was an Underworld Prison Creature and needed to be killed for the welfare of Da Sishen and its people.

Extending his hand and waving it at the frozen Xiao Yue, the latter was instantly reduced to ashes. He then scanned the faces of the people around them. Some of them were pale, while those who were clearly cultivators didn’t have any scruples about the killing that transpired. After all, cultivators often killed others, so this wasn’t new to them.

They also didn’t worry about Yang Lujia. This young man, who looked like a mortal, could protect himself from God Emperors with his cultivation level.

Xiao Yue took the first offense; the other party only retaliated. With words alone, the other side couldn’t argue with anything against the group, let alone the thought of revenge. Yang Lujia himself was a high-level God Emperor.

“Feng Huang, come here,” Yang Lujia called and the little girl immediately came to his side. Although she was annoyed with Yang Lujia, she was still awed by this young man’s majesty. “You sensed his aura earlier. Did you know that aura’s origin?”

“Yes, it was from the Nether Universe. However, I couldn’t exactly pinpoint from which clan he came from,” she answered in a daze. As a little girl and as a former saintess, she knew several things, but that was already some time ago. She had already forgotten about everything she learned from the Nether Phoenix Clan.

Yang Lujia was bewildered. “Why does he have the blood of that despicable race as well? I’m also certain that if we were to leave him alive for interrogation, he wouldn’t spill one thing about the race, or perhaps he didn’t even know his blood contained that race’s.”

Due to the suppression of the realm, he couldn’t willfully erase or read someone’s memory or mind. He was helpless with this fact. Hence, he could only take it slowly.

“I don’t know either. I only encountered this whatever echinemon when I fought against that dumb-looking old man,” Feng Huang replied.

“This… what happened here?” Lu Daiyu arrived on the scene and stared blankly at the gray ashes that at anytime would be blown by even a gentle wind. “Cao Nima?”

Yang Lujia was surprised that someone actually had the cheek to talk to him, despite him deterring other people in the city with his strength. He then looked at the woman with bunny-like ears and looked at her from head to toe.

Lu Daiyu blushed at how the other party scanned her body. It made her feel… satisfied? Nevertheless, he already knew that this wasn’t an old monster like his master said. This guy was really only 15 years old.

Who would believe this without proof, anyway?!

“Uhmm,” she started.

Blankly, he asked the woman grimly. “Who are you?”

“Eh?”

“Eh, what?”

“Don’t you remember me?”

“I don’t.”

“Master, isn’t she…” Lin Diyu interrupted. “I’m sorry, I also forgot, but her face looked familiar, though,” he said, contemplating with his hand resting against his chin.

“Yeah, she really looks familiar,” Yang Lujia muttered and scanned her face again. “Oh! That woman… Lu Dailu?”

“…”

Lu Daiyu was speechless.