Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

YANG LUJIA PRETENDED like he did not know that the fatty’s daughter, who Yang Lujia had known all this time, could only use the rules of space and definitely not the rules of time. He acted like it just slipped through his ears, despite seeing that the fatty freezing for a moment.

“Where can I possibly find her then?” Yang Lujia asked, and this time, he was drinking an elixir in a gourd. He didn’t know its specific effects as it had little to no effects on his body already. It has been like that ever since. Nonetheless, he ignored such unrelated thoughts and stared at the fatty.

“I don’t know, but I heard that she’s on a mission to subjugate a gang in a faraway city,” the fatty replied after snapping himself awake. “If you don’t mind, you can go there to find her. If something bad happens, I really can’t bear to watch it if she’ll be harmed.”

“Alright,” Yang Lujia nonchalantly replied.

With that, he then spread his mental power as he searched through every nook of the sect master’s chamber, but there didn’t seem to be anything suspicious. However, when his mental power reached the bottom, he could see a large dark prison with several people in each cell, almost not wearing anything while their hands were chained. Only the lamps attached to every two cells lightened up the dark place.

“Is this where they condemn the criminals of the sect? Then, why are they only capturing these women? Why can’t I see any man?”_.

That was his thought. With that, he bade his farewell to the fatty and disappeared from plain sight. When he was already gone, the fatty retrieved something from his spatial ring. It resembled a blue token, with scales inscribed on its surface.

While Yang Lujia had already bid farewell, he still remained above the chamber while concealing his presence from the world. He was surprised when the fatty had a spatial ring just like the rings he had been signing in with Fortuniel before.

However, he did not choose them because they were simply inconvenient for him, especially with Fortuniel’s storage space; only giving some to Long Guang and Feng Huang. As for Lin Diyu, it took him by surprise back then when this disciple of his had been forcefully ascended.

Despite this, he noticed that spatial rings in this world must be common; as this part of Da Shikong was clearly the weakest.

Because the people in the lower realms didn’t know about the rules, they wouldn’t be able to use spatial rings. They did not need to use the rules of space in order to open a spatial ring or use it. They needed only to be at a higher cultivation level to pierce through the rules restricting them from knowing what was inside the ring. However, that would only be applicable to low-level spatial rings.

Yang Lujia knew that spatial rings varied according to the total area capacity they could contain the things their owner wanted to place inside. In other words, they were ranked according to such.

*

To the northwest part of Da Shikong, the Saint Emperor of the Holy Light Palace was still pondering about the young man he once personally recruited because of his talents and eventually kicked him out because he did not stick to his principles as their Saint Prince.

Sheng Ao was undoubtedly the most talented individual he had ever recruited, even more monstrous than him in terms of talent. He even treated him as his own son.

Alas, the heavens would not just allow such an anomaly to exist in the world. He even thought that the heavens plotted against Sheng Ao. However, there was nothing they could do.

On this day, however, he only had a frown on his face after he sensed a faint aura of death from his own Holy Light Palace. This was why he mobilized all the High Saint Elders for an audience with him, discussing with them the matter that he had felt.

“I’m certain I felt it. Did you or your disciples have had any contact with anything related to the undead?” he asked, sitting on his throne with a glowing crown on his head.

The Holy Light Emperor had the demeanor of an insanely handsome immortal that had descended from the heavens. However, due to his head being bald, dedicating himself to practicing the light and holy scriptures, reduced his charm.

Nevertheless, it wasn’t what mattered. Instead, it was his cultivation base that had made him soar high to becoming equal with the other strongest Saint Emperors of other palaces.

“I don’t want to repeat myself…” he said, his voice carrying the order that an emperor would normally have.

*

Stealthily, Yang Lujia arrived at the front of the bottommost part of the tallest saber among the five sabers that stood erect in the sect. As he looked at the door where there were rarely any disciples who would dare to enter, it magnified the idea that his suspicions were not groundless.

“Until now, I haven’t seen one of the fatty’s disciples despite knowing him for a couple of days.”

Considering how he was trying to get close to Yang Lujia back then like a fat leech, he should have introduced his disciples to him and could have probably asked him to train them a bit—given that he was very powerful, to top it all, even more powerful than the fatty himself.

Even if he said they were all going on a mission, Yang Lujia didn’t want to believe it. Given how strong his mind had become, his instincts were screaming the same thing—that something was definitely wrong.

As he observed more of the disciples, he noticed that every one of them was mostly male disciples. There were only a handful of female disciples on site. Even when he tried to pry into other areas, it was still the same.

With those girls in the underground prison-like area, he believed that it must have something to do with this strangeness. Hence, he decided to go down there. However, when he stepped into the large doorway, he was stopped by the conversation of a few disciples.

“Hey, is it really true? The rumors about the sect master only accepting talented female disciples?” asked a disciple who was wearing a new disciple uniform.

Yang Lujia stopped in his tracks and decided to go near these disciples.

“Shh! Lower your voice! If the elders hear you, you will definitely be executed on the spot. It was last week when a disciple was killed for only talking about it casually, so you better keep your mouth shut,” an older disciple warned.