Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

ZHAO DILAO REMAINED quiet for the days they had mounted on the Death Hydra with the others. However, he could feel the emotions enveloping his grandfather as if he would blow up anytime or even kill him.

This was why he refrained to talk further. If he were to say that this so-called Cao Nima had the power to destroy their separate world, it might even incur more wrath from his grandfather, Zhao Qiaochen.

However, he really did not care much about it at all. From the situation that had transpired before he was pulled out by his father to escape there, he knew that they would soon be hunted by that person, more particularly when they still had this little dragon with them.

But even he was reluctant to part with this little dragon. He was just too precious for him to step ahead further of his current cultivation level.

Zhao Fenhua almost had the same thoughts as his son, but he was trying all his best to calm his father down. Otherwise, he didn't know what his father would do. It might alert the Will of Da Sishen. After all, Saints weren't allowed to stay in this realm for any longer than when they reached this height.

They did not have to worry about it, though. It was as though someone was trying to stall time for them. That person was the person whom their fear had stemmed from.

"What is your counterplan for that Fortification Spirit Text of the Spirit Race, Zhang Wei? Can't you just tell me right now? We're almost at their territory already," Zhao Qiaochen said, seemingly irritated, as though he was ready to go all out and take on anyone, even his allies.

The Death Hydra let out a low growl as though it was trying to warn them.

"Zhao Qiaochen, control your emotions. Remember what you learned in the Core Subduing Art. Our emotions would affect the emotion of those who we subdued. In that case, we might lose control of the Death Hydra if you let your emotions get the worst out of you. If that happens, what do you think would happen? We barely even subdued this creature with restraints!" Zhang Wei warned. "If you don't want our plan to get foiled, you better keep your mouth shut and wait for the right opportunity for me to tell you. We're almost there."

"Hmph!"  Zhao Qiaochen harrumphed as he looked at the blood-red sky. "I don't know what's ahead of us, but I know that everything will be for naught if I don't calm down. I have plenty of opportunities to deal with that kid. Let's first eliminate those slightly stronger groups of living beings."

Zhang Wei looked ahead. "We're almost at their territory. Ready yourselves." As though he remembered something, he shifted his gaze to Zhao Dilao. "Hey, young man, have you killed the Spirit Race Princess, Jing Shen, and those others as well?"

Zhao Dilao shook his head in response. "I believe that the guardian of the Valley of Gods made a move. I don't know what his reason was, for why he did so, but he seemed to be taking care of another young-looking man who found the Saint Blood Pool.

"After that young-looking man ascended to a higher realm, I let my clone explode on itself. But of course, before that, that guardian saved the Spirit Race members and it seemed that that guardian had a grudge against the Echinemon Race as well. Most importantly, I also realized just now… perhaps the so-called guardian might not be true at all."

Zhang Wei's face was solemn as he heard Zhao Dilao's end narrative. It was the same for Zhao Qiaochen who heard about this for the first time.

If there was truly a guardian inside the Valley of Gods who had a grudge against their race, they better pray that guardian would stay there forever. Or rather, they would pray that that guardian would not be able to step out of the Valley of Gods according to the stories they had known all this time.

"Why do you think so?" Zhang Wei asked, not letting Zhao Qiaochen run his mouth.

"I can sense it. If there were anyone else whose sense of smell is very sensitive, our race is second to none. That person seemed to be the same person who attacked our separate world."

"What? Then, why didn't you tell me earlier?!" Zhao Qiaochen growled, followed by the Death Hydra's reaction that seemed to also do the same thing.

And before Zhang Wei was able to say something, Zhao Dilao replied with a nonchalant face, "If I had told you, you would not believe me. Also, how could I tell you if you're not even inside the separate world this entire time?"

"Lao'er!" Zhao Fenhua called out. "You could've just told me, right? That way, I could relay your report to father. Also, enough with that disrespectful tone of yours!"

"You…" Zhao Qiaochen muttered, his eyes burning, as though he was going to devour a person at any moment.

"Father, you must calm down. Lao'er is just a child, you don't have to get angry with him."

"If I also told father, would he believe me? He would not. It's still useless. Moreover, I'll only end up as a disappointment in all of your eyes if I told you I failed in my mission and was even killed in the process. Do not start to argue with me. My principles were taught by you—"

"Lao'er!" Zhao Fenhua screamed and slapped the kid on the cheek. "That's enough," he said, his fist clenched and eyes bloodshot. This was the first time he did this to his own son, and after he did so, his eyes betrayed his façade of not caring about slapping his son like that.

Zhao Qiaochen was momentarily caught in a daze, as though every emotion in his body had left temporarily. Later on, he then sighed and looked away from the two. "You two did great. Zhao Fenhua, take care of that kid for me. No matter what happens, let him live. I failed as his grandfather."

*

"I'm sorry, big sister. I am doing this for the both of us. If we do this, we will be able to get what we want and become free what we want with the protection of that senior," Jing Shuai said, staring at her big sister whom he knocked unconscious from the back.

"If I don't do this as well, how can we avenge our parents? You yourself knew how powerful our ancestor is. If we fight her to death in the future, even if we get all the opportunities in the world, we still won't be able to defeat her given her bloodline that can suppress us."

As he said those words, his gaze slowly drifted to the outside of the hut they were staying, looking at the Spirit Race members who were busy with their tasks of keeping the barrier up for several days, if not several years, or for how long this calamity would last.

However, that was not his concern at all. Firstly, it was necessary for him to contact that senior before he does something, lest he'd spoil the crafted plan.

"Senior, are you there?" he asked, after taking out a viridescent token that lighted up the moment he channeled his own qi inside it.

"Kid, have you decided yet? I mean… you already knew about the plan. I just needed to hear your answer after our first encounter when you went outside the territory of the Spirit Race," the other voice said, but it was sublime and authoritative.

"Yes, I will do it, senior. I will definitely do it! They will have to suffer! Whether they were innocent or not, I do not care! They're just all the same. Even the ordinary ones are like puppets under the influence of those royalties who had always gone against us. Every one of them is. I don't mind executing them to their death. Succumbing to those kinds of people... they're just spineless cowards!" Jing Shuai said, his thoughts transmitting into the glowing token.

"Hmm," the other party merely replied. "If we are all set, I will soon give you a cue."

"Alright, senior!" Jing Shuai's eyes were filled with excitement but at the same time killing intent.

The moment he had been waiting for all his life was about to happen. This was not only for himself but for the rest of his family, his big sister, and his deceased parents.

"Get ready, you motherfuckers,"  he uttered, fists crackling.

*

"Where's Zhao Lishu and that other supreme instructor? Has he arrived?" Runic Demon said as he placed away the token he just talked to earlier.

"Yes, sir," the demon maid said, her eyes devoid of emotion.

"Alright, treat him like a special guest," he ordered as he sat on his chair, looking at the token. When the demon maid went out of his room, he muttered in a low voice, "It seems like he also failed to protect that child born between an Underworld Prison Creature and the Echinemon Race. Something might happen then when his mother will know what happened to her son.

"Worrisome, but the Core Subduing Clan is our truest enemy. I just hoped Zhang Lixin will ascend sooner or later. As a father, I don't know how I would face the grave of his deceased mother if he also died because of my other self's desire for revenge."