Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

THESE NORTHERN TERRITORY fellows actually took the initiative to provoke them, much more him. Amused, he grinned at them. It seemed like the Eastern Territory had always been looked down on for decades already as Wang Lao said.

This was why Wang Lao was desperate for him to join the Annual Death Ceremony. He was their hope to regain the prestige the Eastern Territory had once earned. However, it wasn’t that easy to rise from the rubbles. That would only be the case if the variable, Yang Lujia himself, would not interfere with this matter.

“Look at that idiot! He’s actually smiling! Hahaha! Has he gone crazy?” one of three mocked.

However, this amused Yang Lujia more. His grin unexpectedly made them misunderstand what he was thinking.

Lin Diyu wanted to fight after sending a voice transmission to his master. However, he was directly rejected and stopped. But his gaze was fervently drilling into these three fellows’ souls.

They felt cold.

However, thinking about how weak their enemies were, they ignored that instinctual feeling and continued to thrash the Eastern Territory’s reputation. More people listened even when Wang Lao and the rest of the group already retreated to their building. Even ordinary citizens seemed to not support them any longer, afraid that if they did, the other territories would find trouble with them. Although their City Palace Lord was strong, they would not always be there to save them. They knew that fact.

“Cao Nima, are you there?” Wang Lao knocked on their room door. “I have some matter to speak with you.”

Stretching his body outward, Yang Lujia felt annoyed that his sleep was disrupted. However, he told this Wang Lao to never find him unless some serious trouble came about. Also, he knew about the strongest person in the city. This person was actually the one who once spied on him.

“What is it?” Rubbing his eyes, he opened the door and saw the sorry figure of their territory’s very own City Lord. He forgot that he especially made one array formation outside their door with at least 10 layers. It seemed like even Wang Lao could break through it. He had to strengthen it later, lest another trouble would come to disrupt his peaceful life.

Sometimes, he really wondered how his principles in life often contradicted one another. It happened ever since he started moving and giving his disciples a hand. At certain times, he felt like showing off. There were also times he would overthink and become overly cautious. He noticed this at the moment._.

It might have something to do with the new…

As though Fortuniel heard his doubts, it answered, “The host doesn’t need to worry. Every time a host accepts a disciple, his strength would also soar.”

“There’s such an effect? But how is it related to him being confused about his own principles?” Yang Lujia isolated himself and stopped time within their range, so Wang Lao wouldn’t notice some abnormality.

“Due to the host’s previous life being plotted against, a subconscious feeling of the host has developed. When the host arrived in the Eucharistic War Battleground, it further stimulated the feeling and was then fostered more by exercising this subconscious feeling.”

Yang Lujia frowned, as though his understanding of it opposed his. “What’s this subconscious feeling?”

“It’s the feeling of fear of being hunted or schemed by others. Hence, the host subconsciously tries to keep his identity low profile. Because the host felt the need to expose himself, this feeling was trying to keep the host grounded. However, this need was due to the host’s rational thinking, not by any subconscious feeling, causing the host’s principles to conflict against one another.”

He then understood. It seemed like they had gone psychological on this part. He then furrowed his brows and replied, “However, what does getting stronger after accepting disciples got to do with this?”

“Nothing.”

“…”

“What do you mean by nothing?” Yang Lujia clicked his tongue.

“Even if the host wants to know, Fortuniel also doesn’t know for the time being.”

Yang Lujia was furious at the little boy’s response. “Then, are you just trying to piss me off?”

“No, Fortuniel only thinks that it’s something related to the host. However, Fortuniel doesn’t know about the relationship in the meantime.”

With his mind, Yang Lujia racked his brain about possibilities. “Could it be my rational mind was triggered because of some certain situations? All along, I was always provoked, but I never stood up and always hid in the dark because my subconscious was telling me that something bad would happen if I would do it in the open. On the other note, my rational mind keeps on pestering me to take action because, in my previous life, I hate being threatened or looked down? And my rational mind was further triggered because of my journey in helping my disciples? But what about me getting stronger? What’s the relationship between them?”

Fortuniel was silent for a while Yang Lujia was inwardly conflicted. Then, it said, “Host’s conjectures are possible.”

“I don’t know if I should ever talk to you anymore,” Yang Lujia said as he smiled helplessly. Getting back to Wang Lao, he waited for the other party’s answer.

Wang Lao felt strange after the time between them flowed again. Nevertheless, he ignored this and directly faced Cao Nima. “Cao Nima, tonight is the welcoming banquet for tomorrow’s commencement of the Annual Death Ceremony. However, I am afraid we will be messed with the other territories.

“I came to you, especially because I want you to represent tonight’s sparring session. You don’t have to worry. The others would only try to probe against one another.

“However, I really can’t stand that the Eastern Territory would always be bullied. If not for the relationship we have with the Southern Territory’s City Lord, I would have found myself a hole to hide. So…”

Wang Lao looked at Yang Lujia expectantly.

“No, I’m not going. It’s troublesome,” Yang Lujia directly rejected.

“Please?”

“No, I’m only going to sleep for tomorrow’s event.”

Wang Lao cursed Cao Nima in his mind. ‘What sleep? You already slept for the entire journey and yet you still need to sleep more? Besides, you’re a fucking cultivator. Why do you need to sleep like a pig?!’

“Why are you not going now?” Yang Lujia wondered what this Wang Lao was still up to by staring at him in a daze. “Go now. I won’t go. If it’s only for reputation, don’t waste my time. What if I’d offend someone stronger than me? What if I’d offend a Saint or someone even stronger?”

When he said, Yang Lujia frowned. His subconscious feeling led him to this kind of situation where he would chicken. This was not like him on Earth. It might be helpful for him to stay low profile in this world of jungle, it wouldn’t always be possible to stay like this.

On the other hand, Wang Lao was stunned speechless. ‘Aren’t you someone strong enough already?!’

Thinking of it, however, Wang Lao thought this Cao Nima actually made sense. He had to submit to someone stronger in order to survive. Otherwise, he would be hunted to the ends of the earth.

“Alright,” Wang Lao finally said and sighed. “You can sleep—”

Feng Huang suddenly interrupted their conversation from the back. She jumped from the back of Yang Lujia and sat on his one arm. It made him speechless. “No, there must be food in the banquet, right?” Her eyes sparkled brightly. “Right? Right? Lots of them, right?”

When she said that, Yang Lujia’s eyes also glimmered. “Food!” he subconsciously uttered. “There’s food in the welcoming banquet?”

Wang Lao’s jaw had long been dropped, shocked. Earlier, this Cao Nima was still afraid to offend someone. However, at this moment, he forgot all of those and like a ferocious beast, coveted the food in the banquet.

Scratching his head while wryly smiling, Wang Lao said, “Of course, of course, there’s food. Although cultivators don’t need food, there are still times when we need to gratify ourselves.”

“Don’t explain anymore! Let’s go!”

“…”

‘Explain your ass!’ Wang Lao complained in his ass.

On the other hand, Long Guang was sleeping in Lin Diyu’s arms when they marched outside. This even made Wang Lao more speechless. He then hurriedly stopped them and said, “No! The banquet will be happening this evening! Don’t be too rash!”

Yang Lujia felt enlightened and uttered, “Oh.”

‘What do you mean by Oh?!’

Then, ignoring Wang Lao, they went back to their room and shut the door.

“…”

POW!

Wang Lao couldn’t take it anymore. His emotions exploded. Afterward, he heaved a sigh and took a deep look at the already closed door before leaving.

Night blanketed the sky so fast. Yang Lujia and the group excitedly stood up and walked outside the doorway. When Wang Lao saw them, however, he slapped his forehead and gave them a set of robes that were green in color.

For the Eastern Territory, their color code is green. Red for the Northern Territory, blue for the Southern, yellow for the monks in the Western Territory, and black for the Central Domain.

The robes disappeared from Wang Lao’s hands and magically, the group already wore them in a flash. They didn’t even how they did it.

Who would, anyway? Yang Lujia was an existence who could control the rules. Of course, they wouldn’t notice it.

“Come on! Let’s go! Food is already waiting for us!” Yang Lujia seriously said.

Long Guang woke up from his loud voice and said with a dazed expression while salivating, “Pud…” (Food…)

Everyone, “…”