Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

YANG LUJIA WALKED away from Wang Lao the moment he invited him to his Origin Court. After all, he felt the need to create Origin Court in the higher realm and establish a ground for himself. When he'd find his disciples in the future, it wouldn't be too bad to let others work for him and find them.

That was of course in case something really bad happened.

He need not be afraid of offending others well. Besides, he was being watched by someone all this time. He also need not hide his ass away. Why not use his power to nurture more disciples and to fully utilize the abilities of Fortuniel?

When Yang Lujia woke up, he planned to make him take his revenge on his own. Only when Long Guang reached the Saint Realm then would he allow him in there, in the separate world of the Echinemon Race.

But first, while they were on their way, he must first fish out something from Zhang Wei or Zhao Qiaochen and contain Zhao Dilao to secure him from not escaping from his grasp.

Hence, without everyone's attention, he disappeared once more and went to a separate world where all the members of the race were despairing. Zhao Qiaochen and Zhang Wei were trying to regenerate their lost eyes in the main hall but to no avail.

The rules that lingered within their eye sockets were too strong for them to do that.

With one hand holding Zhao Dilao's collar, Yang Lujia appeared in front of the two. Vigilant, the two hurriedly stood up. "Who is it?!" Zhao Qiaochen then tried to smell the one who arrived and exclaimed, "It's you again!"

"Yes, it's me, Cao Nima," Yang Lujia replied and brought Zhao Dilao down to the ground, just like throwing a crumpled paper.

Yang Lujia was just about to look for Shen Zui, but he remembered that he killed him. It was Will's decision to kill him out of anger. After all, of the three, Shen Zui was the one who blocked the Will to interfere with whatever the other two were doing.

"The both of you," he began as the two became still and quiet.

They did not even dare to breathe. But their heartbeats were vividly audible.

Yang Lujia's eyes then flashed with a queer light. "Where did you learn the art of controlling the Death Hydra? As far as I know, that creature's strength must have reached the peak of the Third Stage in the Saint Realm. Have you gotten it from someone you interacted with, before?"

Zhang Wei remained quiet for a while but later responded with a nod of his head. Although he could not see anything, he was certain that this was the young man who made them feel extremely powerless. At that time, they could only kneel.

He still remembered the terror he felt on that day.

Was there still hope for the revenge he longed for?

Was there still hope for avenging his wife by killing her entire clan with the use of that creature?

None. With someone as strong as the young man before them now, he could really do nothing but succumb to his fate and his inner desires. It was a pity he knew him too later than everybody else.

"Who did you get it from?" Yang Lujia continued to question them.

"From my late wife," Zhang Wei replied. "She… she… she died protecting me and my son from her own clan from their Nether Universe."

"Are you certain it was your wife and not someone else pretending to be her?" Yang Lujia directly asked without restraint. "Do you really not think of other possibilities that she might be plotting over something? I saw it then. Your eyes, until now, I did not allow them to regenerate for this reason. Someone was watching your actions from afar using both of your eyes. If not, I wouldn't have done this useless thing."

"NO! IMPOSSIBLE!" Zhang Wei violently reacted. "SHE WOULD NEVER DO THAT! I KNOW HER—"

"But you don't exactly know what she was here for, right? Just a guess, where did you meet? How strange was that meeting? How did some Underworld Prison Creature fall head over heels for someone on the enemy's side? What do you think? At that time, it must have been the period when the war was still ongoing. So, why do you think it was the case? For several years, you have become a fool of your own idea of revenge. Your wife? Dead?"

Yang Lujia's words stung Zhang Wei's heart. In fact, the moment the young man burst his eyes into blood, he had his doubts, but the emotional attachment he had with his wife made his resolve as stable as the hardest metal.

But this time, it was different. There was some truth in Yang Lujia's words. He guessed all the points so accurately that he had no idea what to refute.

' Was that really the case? Was his wife really someone who was sent by her clan for their long-term plan? Then, what was I to her? A pawn? A player in her own game?'

"How… how do you prove what you said…" Zhang Wei gnashed his teeth as he tried to ignore the piercing needles in his heart and the pain he felt from his empty eye sockets.

"Simple. Just like I said, I saw them. She and her father, talking to each other," Yang Lujia said as he pointed his finger at Zhang Wei's forehead. "Let me send you the moment I have heard their conversation."

A stream of memories flowed into Zhang Wei's mind. His body kept trembling from time to time, as though he was suffering from a long-time disease that had just taken effect at the moment.

"Do you believe me now?" Yang Lujia asked.

"IMPOSSIBLE! SHE IS MY WIFE! YOU'RE TRYING TO TAINT HER IMAGE IN FRONT OF ME! GIVEN HOW POWERFUL YOU ARE, IT IS EASY FOR YOU TO MAKE ILLUSIONS FOR ME—"

"Shut your mouth," Yang Lujia solemnly said as the atmosphere within the hall became grimmer than it already was. "If you really think I am too powerful, then why did I not kill you then? It would just be an easy thing for me to destroy a Saint like an ant. You don't even have the qualification to be an ant. Remember that I can destroy your entire race in just a matter of seconds whenever I want to."

Zhao Qiaochen subconsciously quivered when he heard Yang Lujia's words. In fact, the pressure that Zhang Wei felt, he also felt it. It was too strong. Too strong for him to handle!

"You're smart, but you're not smart enough. You're just like me," continued Yang Lujia.