Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

The breakthroughs of the disciples who kept on listening to Yang Lujia’s words became even more intense. Some of them were even unable to notice that they’d been experiencing breakthroughs.

This further astonished Hao Liyu. “Just how powerful could you be to achieve this? Is this the doing of a Saint Emperor?”

He turned his head to look at Cai Hong, who had a nonchalant expression on his face. “But that guy, isn’t he a Saint Emperor himself? Moreover, his cultivation was bestowed by this man?”

“Huh? I actually broke through to two levels?!”

“What the fuck? Did I just grow two of my crowns to a thousand feet? This is quite unbelievable, right? Fuck! I actually crossed three levels, one of them breaking through to a major realm?!”

“I also broke through! This is unbelievable. All I could remember was that that man was talking to us.”

“Then, didn’t that mean that he was the one who indirectly helped us break through just by talking? Is that even possible?”

When Yang Lujia saw the commotion, he just smiled at them and looked at Hao Liyu whose cultivation level was already at the peak of the Saint King Realm. He then elevated him midair and pulled him towards his post.

“Have your injuries been healed?” Yang Lujia amicably asked. “You’re stuck at the peak Saint King, right? Because of that injury you had in the past?”

Hao Liyu did not question how Yang Lujia knew about his injury from the past. Instead, he knelt on the ground with Yang Lujia standing before him. With a cupped fist, he said, “Yes, father!”

“Huh?” It was Yang Lujia’s time to get shocked. “Wait, wait…”

“Yes, father?” Hao Liyu’s eyes were shining bright as he looked at Yang Lujia with reverence like no other. “What do you want your son to do?”

Yang Lujia slapped his forehead as he looked at the old man incredulously. “First of all, I am not your master. Second of all, I don’t have a son. Third of all, don’t call me father. Instead, call me your master. It’s one thing for my disciple to call me father, but it’s another thing for an old man like you to call me one—I’m clearly younger.”

Hao Liyu repeatedly nodded his head excitedly. Although he was feeling a bit disappointed that he could not become an adoptive son of Yang Lujia, he was still happy that he accepted him. He even clapped his hands like a child.

When Hao Bufei and the others saw this, they felt very complicated. After all, Hao Liyu was the old man they had always revered. However, they did not say anything as the young man before them deserved the worship of someone like Hao Liyu. He even helped them break through their bottlenecks!

“Greetings, My Lord!” Everyone, without the exception of Hao Bufei, knelt on the ground as they faced in the direction of Yang Lujia.

“Impudent! Call him Your Highness!” Cai Hong quickly refuted.

“Cai Hong, stop,” Yang Lujia muttered. “Where did you get the idea of calling me Your Highness, though?”

“I apologize, Your Highness,” Cai Hong said. “However, I can’t disclose to you the reason why. In the future, perhaps we will both know.”

Yang Lujia’s mouth twitched and he thought of his cheeky grandfather. ‘Is this another trick that old thing made to confuse me?’

“Alright, everyone of you, get up. You may call me whatever you want as long as you remain respectful to me and the other people under me,” Yang Lujia responded to them, ignoring what Cai Hong said to him.

But the true strength of his grandfather did cross his mind. To be able to pull out some tricks like this, even without him noticing anything anomalous, he must be quite powerful himself.

“Yes, Your Highness!” Their backs straightened. However, their eyes weren’t fixed on Yang Lujia but on the young man behind him, whose eyes were emitting coldness.

“Forget it!” He was truly helpless and just let him call him like that. ‘It didn’t seem bad to be called like that, though.’

“Your Highness, the gate’s qi disturbance has become even more powerful than before. I’m afraid that even I will find it difficult to enter,” Cai Hong expressed his thoughts.

“Do not worry,” Yang Lujia brought Lan Mingyue out of the World of Long Guang. She appeared like a fairy in front of everyone, mesmerizing them to the point that some even drooled when they looked at her slender and bare legs.

“Why is she here?” Cai Hong sounded surprised.

“She wanted to accompany me, so I let her. As for the other girls, they’re now in a safe place,” Yang Lujia said as he looked at Lan Mingyue, whose face was emitting the same coldness Cai Hong would emit.

“Anyhow, about the qi disturbance, I can take care of it. Don’t you trust me, Cai Hong?” Yang Lujia smiled, but to Cai Hong, it was like a terrifying monster’s smile.

“Yes, Your Highness!”

“Alright,” Yang Lujia replied as he looked at the crowd of the Dragon Phantom Sect. “Do you all wish to enter the Void Ground?”

“Yes!” the disciples excitedly replied.

“Then, follow me.”

“Uh… excuse me, Your Highness,” Hao Bufei butted in and cupped his hand at Yang Lujia. “Your Highness, the gate to the Void Ground would only allow those under the age of a hundred years old and natives of the Third Region. Otherwise, you won’t be able to enter. I just want to remind Your Highness, in case you don’t know about this.”

Yang Lujia smiled at Hao Bufei, whose character did not seem to be that bad. He even saw this little guy asking the old man, Hao Liyu, whether he was fine.

“You don’t have to worry about this, Bufei.”

Hao Bufei trembled when Yang Lujia called his name. It was as though someone directly related to him by blood praised him so much that he wanted to jump in joy.

“I am still 16 years old. I am also a person, whose aura is identical to the void. The Void Ground will only serve as a garden for me.”

“What?” Hao Bufei was shocked beyond words. He even wanted to ask, ‘Are you even serious about what you’re talking about?!’

Yang Lujia just smiled at Hao Bufei’s face, who seemed to have felt ashamed of being weak despite being older than Yang Lujia. It was the same case for the other disciples. as well. Most of them had already lived for over 50 years, but they still could not catch  up to Yang Lujia. Was this the power of talent?

“Hao Bufei, your blood—it contains the bloodline of the Dragon Emperor… it’s quite thin…” Yang Lujia commented. “However, I can give you some of my dragon emperor bloodline’s essence. It’s not that useful to me anyway. Just two essences would be enough, right?”

“What…” Hao Bufei’s heart beat with excitement.

Who would not want to have the bloodline essence of the Dragon Emperor?! The legend of the Dragon Emperor was only a legend that no one knew much about. He was the father of all dragons—the true ruler of dragons. Although he died in the legends, he gave birth to two extremely strong dragons.

“My disciple also has the bloodline of the Dragon Emperor, only slightly weaker than mine. If you can befriend him in the future or become his direct subordinate, you can ask him at least one of his blood essences…”

“B-But isn’t this v-very precious, Y-Your Highness?” Hao Bufei was trembling so much.

But what Yang Lujia replied dumbfounded him and the crowd even more.

“I have formed several bloodline essences in my body since I was an infant. I don’t mind giving you two. I can even give Hao Liyu two as well.”

SILENCE.