Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

THE ORB SHATTERED.

The Core Subduing Clan had failed on their plan. It was part of their plan to use Zhang Wei and Zhao Qiaochen as their subordinates to dominate Da Sishen. Moreover, what they most wanted was to subdue the creature of the Death Purge and let the purge continue infinitely so the creature wouldn’t disappear from them.

That was their plan.

But now it failed.

Their saintess even sacrificed her own self for this plan, but in the end, it was foiled.

“How dare he?!” she shouted as she threw the orb, even with the presence of her father. “How dare he try to stop us?”

“Calm down,” her father motioned. “Don’t you think it’s quite odd? Unless the other person is stronger than us, he should’ve not been able to see through our spying. Why did it feel like he had even seen through us?”_.

She stood firm, her eyes glinting with a strange light. “I don’t care. Father, I sacrificed my other self for this. I would not let our plan that had been going on for years be put to waste.”

“As you wish,” her father said, agreeing with her sentiments. “Even if the opponent this time is strong, we still have to put up a fight. However, you should know when to retreat and advance. Go now, use the channel we used back then when we invaded Da Sishen, at the core of the Death Glacial Waters.”

“Yes, father,” she said as she disappeared from the place.

Only her father was left in the room with a frowning look on his face. His thoughts were filled with doubts. Although he tried to brush them off of his mind, they would insist on bothering him. Moreover, they weren’t exactly concrete ones but were things originating only from his instinctual feelings.

*

When Yang Lujia appeared out of nowhere, Xia Zhiguang raised his weapon in the other party’s direction and said, “Who is there?!”

“What a wild old man,” Yang Lujia commented as he saw some of his old friends he just literally met months ago. “Oh, you’re both also here, Bai Qiao and Wang Lui?”

“..”

“It’s Bai Qian.”

“It’s Wang Lu.”

Both of their faces twitched with what Yang Lujia named them. However, their dissatisfactions were only up to their expressions. Although noticeable, it wasn’t enough for Yang Lujia to clearly pay attention to every detail there was.

“Sir Cao Nima, so you’re also here. I apologize for my insolence. Have you seen the battle that transpired here?” Putting away his weapon, he cupped his fist and looked up at Yang Lujia.

“Halfway through, but it’s done, nonetheless,” Yang Lujia mumbled.

“Did you not interfere? I heard that the Echinemon Race was able to control the Death Hydra. Did that seem to be the case?” Xia Zhiguang questioned.

“That is your last question for the day. However, I can tell you that it seems to be the case. For now, I haven’t figured it out. Moreover, it seems as though while both of them controlled the Death Hydra, someone or perhaps a group of people was also trying to control them. It’s like the Death Hydra was their grand puppet.”

“I see.” Xia Zhiguang frowned, considering what Yang Lujia said as a serious matter to tend to. “But sir, can I ask you—”

“There are too few rules here. While the rules of life are abundant, the rules of frost and flame were little to non-existent,” Yang Lujia muttered and took a look at the ground, completely ignoring everyone. Behind him was his third disciple, Feng Huang, looking at him with utmost reverence.

His master was actually such a powerhouse that every expert in Da Sishen would be willing to bow their head to.

“Oh? I completely forgot about these two,” he said and stared at the two siblings who betrayed the Spirit Race. He guessed this fact when he saw how the two were being protected by the invading group. “No matter, I’ll just let the Spirit Race Ancestor deal with them herself.”

Then, with a wave of his hand, both of the bodies disappeared from the ground. He then looked around and really found no rules of frost and flame at all. There might be, but they were too thin for him to form a core; for a world he was going to make for Feng Huang.

“You,” Yang Lujia said as he pointed at Xia Zhiguang. “Do you know any places in Da Sishen which would be most beneficial to people following the Frost Path and the Fiery Path?”

Xia Zhiguang was silently speechless by Yang Lujia’s attitude toward them. However, he did not dare dally and thought of what Yang Lujia asked for. Meanwhile, the others were just observing Yang Lujia’s every action, like they were watching a movie documentary about a person.

“I heard there was a place called the Mayonic Volcano,” Xia Zhiguang replied. “It is a place where most of the cultivators go to find some natural treasures with the affinity of flames. It can be found in the Eastern Territory.”

Yang Lujia’s eyes lit up when he heard this and asked once more, “What about for the people who cultivated the Frost Path?”

“I think it’s more suitable for you to ask me of it,” Bai Qian interjected. “After all, we, from the Southern Territory, are most proficient in the Frost Path. There, we have a place called the Death Glacial Waters. The temperature there was extremely low that even I never tried to go near to its core.”

“Glacial waters? There’s something like that here?” Yang Lujia contemplated. “How far are we from there?”

“With our airships, it might take some time, but it would be for a couple of days then,” Bai Qian answered.

“Sir,” Wang Lao called, now shy with Yang Lujia’s presence, even changing the way how he called him. “The Mayonic Volcano is the hottest place in Da Sishen. Are you certain about your decision to go there?”

“Yes. Please lead the way. Let’s go first to the Eastern Territory,” Yang Lujia said. “Let me first fix your airships. Your smiths are not too proficient with smithing. Although they’re pretty well-looking appearance-wise, their functions in the entirety were still lacking. It goes the same with the others as well.”