Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

Chapter 347 What Happened?

"Hmm? Did I sense it wrong? There was definitely a dominating aura coming from the back of the palace," Long Sheng said to himself as he waited for Gu Tian to arrive from the temple with the condition of activating first the Paramountcy Vessel.

Now, it had already been activated. He only awaited the news of his dear brother. For several years, Gu Tian never failed him, so he placed all of his trust in him. For this time, he knew that Gu Tian would fulfill him another favor.

Dragons are very trusting creatures. They specifically trust those who had grown up with them. Unless you betray them or do them harm, they will not hold anything against you if something trivial came up.

On the other hand, Long Guang concealed his aura after killing all the dragons in their human forms who tried to assault him due to the orders given by the Saint Princes. 'Do they really want to die so much for the crown? I don't want to become the Dragon Emperor, but it is only through such a way that I can be able to find my master efficiently and my senior brother. I need to find them quickly.'

Long Guang sped up and arrived at a certain building of the Dragon Emperor Palace. This was his building before the Dragon Emperor got bedridden—the place that was not yet a mess before the Saint Princes made their moves on him. There was no one even left in the building to serve him. They all evaporated and sided with the other Saint Princes who they thought had the most qualifications to become the Dragon Emperor.

"How na?ve. You're just going to become a tool for the people to use when you sit down on that throne, especially if the people around you are abusive—who will grasp every opportunity you would give them to subjugate you without you even knowing it," Long Guang whispered to himself as he clenched his fist. "If I'm going to become the Dragon Emperor, I wouldn't let that happen. Otherwise, I'm gonna kill whoever stands in my way, and for as long as they will, every one of them will suffer the same fate—pain, then death."

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"Sheng Ao, Yang Fei, we've arrived," Yang Lujia said as he suspended the airship in the middle of the void. "Let's go meet someone who may be able to help us with finding more about Sheng Ao's circumstances before. Sheng Ao, you're finally going to meet your little second senior brother. When you see him, be polite even if he's a kid. Otherwise, his path is going to overwhelm you like waves."

Yang Lujia was certain of it. Fortuniel told him that he could feel that kid's aura here in the Dragon Emperor Palace's territory. Yang Lujia and the others finally landed on the ground of the territory and looked ahead in awe. The Dragon Emperor was not as shabby as he thought it would be. After all, dragons had overwhelming physical strengths. In other words, they're brutes, so he never thought they would also have this kind of taste in art.

The Dragon Emperor Palace was made of jade—green and illustrious. Its palace gates were too large that a dragon could fit in if any dragon wished to enter the palace. It was also heavily guarded and especially with the news of their Dragon Emperor being bedridden, the whole palace was on high alert. Of course, Yang Lujia only thought this was the case—because perhaps the dragon had become cautious—contrary to what he knew.

Sheng Ao, however, was feeling jittery. He was finally going to meet one of his master's disciples, one that he could senior brother. If it was before, only the others would call him senior brother, but now, finally, he would be able to call someone like that—someone he felt like he could rely on.

Meanwhile, Yang Lujia continued to marvel at the Dragon Emperor Palace's territorial structure. It was so mesmerizing that he lost himself over time, Yang Fei waking him up from his stupor.

"Your Highness, what are you thinking just now?" Yang Fei asked. "It seems like your mind was preoccupied just now?"

"Yes, but it was nothing much. I am just filled with admiration for the structure of the Dragon Emperor Palace. Anyway, Yang Fei, you have lived the longest here in Da Shikong. What do you know about the Dragon Emperor Palace?"

Yang Fei's face turned serious after hearing the query. "Your Highness, the Dragon Emperor Palace is among the oldest of the oldest palaces that had ever existed. While the Holy Light Palace was just another territory before that was not governed by anyone, the Dragon Emperor Palace was already among the existences that stood out among the rest. It was because of its Dragon Ancestor that was very powerful as fuck. I once exchanged blows with him in the past after I sneaked in to get information for a certain transaction—but was instead discovered. Living for several years, he sure had accumulated a mountain of comprehension over the rules.

"Other than that, in that transaction of mine, I also found out about one thing. The Dragon Emperor Palace had finally found a successor that was not a son of the Dragon Emperor—but an outsider."

Yang Lujia's ears perked up as he heard this. He knew that it had got to be related to his disciple. As far as he knew, those who could be called princes were not direct successors. Unless when one had the word, 'son,' in their title, they would not become real, direct successors of their respective emperors. He knew that his disciple's talent was crazy as hell. He wouldn't lose out to anyone.

Who would dare say to anyone that some ten-year-old child grew so strong like that? Who else but his own disciple? Seeing that the Dragon Emperor Palace did not hesitate on this matter of making his disciple the direct successor of the Dragon Emperor, he was quite satisfied.

"Let's first find some inn or restaurant, so that we can eat. I hope the delicacies are just as 'delicious' as their territory's structure—neat."

Yang Fei took the lead as he had the most awareness of what to do in this territory. "Your Highness, let's go to their mini-restaurant. Although it was fairly small, only guests befitting your status can enter."

Yang Fei handed a token to Yang Lujia, which would signify that he was someone of high status. "This is a token I got before when I exerted dominance on them by letting them know who's the boss—"

"Stop being cocky. This token works like a pass, right?" Yang Lujia cut him off as he examined the token given to him by his subordinate. "Yang Fei, this token seems to be imbued with lots of the rules of space."

"Yes, Your Highness. This token, other than being some kind of pass, is also only the way for us to enter this mini-restaurant that's not so 'mini' at all when you enter it. It may look shabby but its dishes are topnotch. It's said that the person running this restaurant is someone who took the Path of Cooking."

Yang Lujia smiled at this and said, "Interesting. If every chef here had taken that path, then their food must be of high quality, right?"

"I can guarantee that, Your Highness."

"Huh? Who is this brat trying to obstruct me from entering this restaurant?" an irritated voice rang into their ears as they all turned around only to see someone with exquisite clothes—with his face…

Yang Lujia was bored and he knew that he had some time to play for a bit. "It looks like we have someone here who thought they were high as the sky. Aren't you afraid of falling, little kid?"

The man who just spoke then was too stunned—that his eyes became void—staring at a blank space. It was the first time someone had spoken to him like that. Never in his wildest dreams, he would be humiliated like this in public, especially when he could sense that everyone around them was trying not to laugh or jeer at him because of his status in the Dragon Emperor Palace.

"What did you just say, brat?"

"Clean your ears. Don't also forget to clean your face—oops, it seems like however, you will clean it—it will forever remain like that, no?"

"What the fuck did you just say?"

Yang Lujia just shrugged. "Ugly creature, that's basically what I wanted to say. Is it that hard to understand, little kid?"

"What did you just say, brat?"

"Clean your ears. Don't also forget to clean your face—oops, it seems like however, you will clean it—it will forever remain like that, no?"

"What the fuck did you just say?"

Yang Lujia just shrugged. "Ugly creature, that's basically what I wanted to say. Is it that hard to understand, little kid?"

"What did you just say, brat?"