Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

WHEN YANG LUJIA went down to the place where he saw women scattered around within cells, he was reminded of the human trafficking that was a crime on Earth.

However, this was different.

After hearing the conversation between those disciples, he was pretty certain that these women were being used by the higher-ups like pigs. They did not even bother cleaning these women’s bodies after using them.

Yang Lujia could only imagine the cold touch of their blood on their skin, even more so when their clothes almost made them look naked—it even augmented that feeling as he could see some of them shivering. Not to mention the cold stone ground.

Some were closing their eyes while covering their ears. Some seemed unable to move with their eyes wide open and quite lifeless._.

If he was in their shoes, he probably had the same reaction as them.

Who would’ve thought that after the excitement of finally joining a sect to become a cultivator would lead them to this kind of hell?

As he walked through the path, ignoring the presence of the guards who did not notice him a bit, his eyes were fixated ahead. It was dark and almost no light was lit up.

“It seems like they moved so fast that even I was surprised,” Yang Lujia said as he chuckled. When he went back his way, he mumbled, “These women, although I am often called heartless and have no obligation to save anyone, I feel like saving them. Is this what they call sympathy?”

Shaking his head, he went outside the sect and went to the nearest city where “Elder Sun Feng” was supposed to be, according to his “father”.

Entering the city, Yang Lujia caught a glance of ordinary people again. As though he remembered something, he mumbled to himself, “It seems like I forgot how the old lady was doing right now in Long Guang’s world. I also have to remind the others that it will probably take a long time before I can proceed to create the Origin Court in Da Shikong.”

He had the thought of creating one of the five sects he was told of with his own organization. However, his ambition was far more than that. If he could get them to work under him, that’d make him converge all the possible forces he could gather. It was better to be prepared for the inevitable.

“May I call the presence of Bai Qian, Xia Zhiguang, and Wang Lingyun,” Yang Lujia’s voice echoed in the world he created for Long Guang. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to speak to—on some matters.”

“That’s his voice! Ahh! Who is he calling? Does that mean that there are other people here other than us? One of them even had the surname as ours,” Xia Gulle expressed his thoughts, surprising the other two as well.

“Eldest brother, just how strong is he to be able to create something like this? Can Saint Emperors do something like this—creating a world?” Xia Li, the youngest of the three, asked.

“I don’t think Saint Emperors would be capable of such a feat. Look at all those plants and flowers brimming with life, the harmless small-looking beasts, the flowing river, lakes and seas filled with weird sea creatures—they were all laced with the rules of life. Perhaps it was too high level that even we, Saint Kings, couldn’t see through everything.

“Moreover, the amount of space rules he needed to create such an independent space would be tremendous, not to mention that living beings like us could actually live here. If it were too fragile, it would have already been broken the moment we’d try to release our auras but it didn’t even budge.”

On the other hand, while the brothers were in awe of this sight, Yang Lujia already talked with the other three. Seeing him in person once again made them feel overwhelmed. Unexpectedly, time passed so quickly that the kid they just used to watch participate in a competition had become someone who could rule them.

“What is it, Cao Nima?”

“I don’t have anything special to say. I only wanted to remind you that you may continue whatever you are trying to do right now. It might take a couple of days, months, or years, before I could build the Origin Court in Da Shikong. Although I am strong enough to topple the realm, I cannot be more careless.”

“It’s alright, though,” Wang Lingyun replied, who by now, was brimming with life. Deciding to follow Yang Lujia was the best opportunity he had ever taken in his life that he was able to take care of his son now. Needless to say, his eyes looked very grateful.

After talking to them about some preparations they needed to do and handing them resources for them to make progress in their cultivations. Otherwise, they’d die in old age. And also, Yang Lujia left these resources to their discretion as he believed in their leadership skills, having ruled cities for centuries.

However, what disheartened Yang Lujia, however, was the death of the old lady who was still holding a piece of clothing in his hand—which happened to be her son’s white robe. It even had his name on it on the edge.

The emotions inside seemed to have surged but he managed to control all of them. Otherwise, he might have really burst into tears at the moment. He could not save her. Even if he could turn back the time, he would add more to her suffering. Perhaps he could find them if there was ever reincarnation in this world—and repay them for his debt.

But he wouldn’t be hindered by this and would continue to pursue in knowing his real identity and who he really was to ‘someone’ watching over him.

“You may now rest in peace, old lady. I will miss your barbecue.” Yang Lujia smiled as he waved his arm to reduce the old lady to ashes. “May your soul live in this world I created.”

He also went to the Spirit Race and settled them in Long Guang’s world instead as they suited the environment here more than the Blood World that only reeked of the smell of slaughter.

After settling all these things, he proceeded on walking within the nearby city. As soon as he made his fifth step, he noticed a movement from the east of the small city. “Oh? Elder Sun Ling just arrived here?”