Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

NOT LEAVING A single being alive, Yang felt satisfied. Except for the people Yang Lujia ignored to escape and spread the news about the death of the crown prince of the Flaming Dragon Empire, Yan Xiao, no one was spared.

Returning to the Holy Flood Empire, the Left Minister looked blankly at his portrait that was across his bed. In his memory, he could not remember Yang Lujia. Only the memory of slaughtering the crown prince, Yan Xiao, and the people of the Ghost Fire Sect remained.

And when he woke up, it was already morning.

"What the fuck did I do?" the Left Minister said to himself. "Is that memory a dream or reality? But how did this happen? Does this involve the path I took? This is impossible!"

Thinking about the consequences of his actions, he uncontrollably trembled. It had to be known that when the crown prince of another prince was slain by a person of another empire, it could only mean war. A war would be inevitable.

At this time, Lin Fan and the Holy Flood Empire's Emperor were already having a talk. News about what happened quickly reached their ears. Their expressions were dark. Lin Fan himself didn't approve of the Left Minister's impulsivity. After all, he did not kill someone with a little background, it was a crown prince for god's sake.

"What should we do with this? What if the Left Minister was only framed by someone?" the emperor worriedly said. "Lin Fan..."

"I am the emperor. You are only my puppet," Lin Fan said, as he glared at his own father.

"I apologize, Emperor Lin Fan."

If the people of the Holy Flood Empire witnessed this scene, they would be surprised.

Who would have thought the crown prince was controlling the emperor? After all, Lin Fan was a reincarnation of someone great. His means were quite effective on someone who was weaker than him. For example, his current father, the emperor on the surface.

Lin Fan then shifted the subject back to the Left Minister. "If it was really him who killed the Flaming Dragon Empire's crown prince, we could only answer the call for war of the other empire. After all, we killed their crown prince. The humiliation itself... they won't just swallow it."

"Then, I shall prepare everything necessary for the coming war, Emperor Lin Fan," his father, bowing in front of his son without any unwillingness plastered on his face.

"The worm worked so well on you," Lin Fan said as he nodded at his father, who was completely under his control. "But..." His face turned solemn all of a sudden. "I don't know, but I feel like there's something wrong with this setup. It feels like I... we are being watched." He then stared at his father once more. "Anyhow, do not kill the Left Minister, Zhao Genghis. Just give him a light punishment. We still need him to fight for us. He's also a valuable chess piece, so we can't afford to lose him. We don't know exactly how strong our enemy is. It's better to have more under our command. The more and stronger they are, the better..."

It just pissed him off that he was forced to leave seclusion before reaching the peak of the Mahayana Emperor Realm. It so angered him that he almost wanted to vomit his heart. However, nothing could change the situation they were caught in at the moment.

If they wouldn't face it, who would?

"What a keen perception," Yang Lujia said to himself as he listened to the conversation between the two, surprised. "Well, it seems like my plan is going so well. So, it doesn't matter how scheming you are. I didn't expect this kid to have the means to hide his real cultivation level. Even I can't perceive it."

Above the palace roof, Yang Lujia's eyes pierced through the space and stared at the marching people in golden robes from a distance. "It looks like the Flaming Dragon Empire was getting ready. The size of the army was bigger than I initially thought."

He went back to the War Dragon Sect after a thought. Arriving at the head of the dragon mouth, where the sect's front gate was, he tapped the air with his index finger. Immediately, a shrouding mist enveloped the whole sect. But no one in the sect noticed the abnormality. As long as they were recognized as members of the sect, they could enter the sect willfully while the others wouldn't be able to see the sect's appearance.

He did not care about anyone here. He only cared about the disciples in his courtyard. After nodding in approval of what he did, he left the sect swiftly and went back to the top of the palace. No one noticed his existence.

While Yang Lujia was drinking his "wine," the Flaming Dragon Empire's army was slowly approaching the Holy Flood Empire. He also witnessed the preparation of the latter empire's army to intercept the former. In terms of management, Lin Fan was actually great, as though he had already done this before. He even hid some trump cards. Such a mind would be great to use if only he were not a Child of Pan Gu. Unfortunately, he was destined to be his enemy.

On the other hand, some disciples and elders of the War Dragon Sect wore strange expressions on their faces. They finally noticed the abnormality of their sect. Their guests could only see a flat landscape, while they could clearly see and enter the sect at will. This baffled them.

"Perhaps this was because of the array formation they fixed?" an elder said outside the sect. "But this didn't happen before, did it?"

Another elder nodded and commented, "I seem to have remembered that one of the peak masters was trapped in the array formation and was stripped. I even recorded his appearance here." He then showed the others the picture of the peak master, whose face showed ecstasy and pleasure.

"That's a bit small for the peak master. If only it was the handsome peak master, I wouldn't hesitate to record his look. I bet his is bigger and longer than this one," a woman elder said and shook her head. "I mean, that's not the point. Maybe this had something to do with what happened to the peak master."

"Maybe this is some kind of interference."

Yang Lujia didn't know about the commotion he had caused in the sect and happily ate inside a restaurant of the Holy Flood Empire, patiently waiting for the arrival of the empire's enemy.

"Miss waiter! Give me some more food."

A lady dressed in a bunny costume arrived in front of him. This lady was cute, but his face didn't show any emotion. Women were only going to give him headaches, after all.

"How may I help you, brother?"

"I'm not your brother. You're my brother."

"Huh?" The lady was taken aback. "Uhm, brother, are you drunk?"

"Heh. I only want you to get me food," he replied.

As he was in disguise, the lady didn't notice his extraordinariness. After all, showing off wasn't his forte, nor did he want to do it.

"What kind of food do you need, brother?"

"Anything delicious!"

"Okay, sir. Rest assured, brother."

Yang Lujia was annoyed with the lady calling him "brother". However, he wasn't stingy, so he just let it go. After all, he also didn't want to cause any commotion.

At this moment, Yang Lujia was wearing a grayish robe with a sheathed sword on one side of his waist. When a cultivator saw his sword, he was immediately piqued by the identity of this young brother who seemed so carefree.

"Hey, brother, what kind of sword is your sword?"

Yang Lujia was vexed by the man's sudden appearance and query, but he still answered, "An ordinary sword?"

"Brother, I can feel it. The Sword Path. Your sword was screaming sword intent," the cultivator unreservedly said. "Your sword is long and beautiful! It must be hard but sharp. Can I touch it, brother?"

Yang Lujia's mouth twitched. "Can you just leave me alone?"

"Brother..." The man was bewildered, wondering what he had done wrong.

Was he being rude?

"What's your name, brother? Where did you come from? How old are you? You know that the Flaming Dragon Empire is waging a war with the Holy Flood Empire. You know, it's not safe to remain here anymore—"

At the moment, Yang Lujia wanted to explode. "What is this? A job interview?"

"Huh?"

"Halo-halo."

"What?"

"Boring."

As they continued to talk, it was only then that Yang Lujia recognized the appearance of the man. It seemed like he had seen him somewhere. When he searched for his memories, he almost jumped out of fright.

The Right Minister!

The man who kept talking with him was actually the Right Minister, who was in disguise. When he was about to ask him, the ground suddenly trembled. It made the Right Minister stand up with a serious look on his face.

"It seems like they're already here."

"Holy Flood Emperor! Come out and let this emperor get your head to settle the accounts we had all these years! You dared to kill my son!"

"Yan Long, you're getting bolder and bolder every time, huh? I still remember you sucking your mother's breast before!"

"Shut up, you old shit grandpa!" Yan Long unsheathed his sword from his back and slashed toward the palace.

The slash was immediately parried with another sword slash from the other side.

The commotion was naturally heard by everyone in the empire. This was, after all, a fight between Mahayana Emperors, who could shake the entire Realm of Life.

On the other hand, the Right Minister had a serious look on his face. The sword just then... he felt like he would be killed in an instant. As expected, an emperor wouldn't just become cannon fodder.

When another Mahayana Emperor tried to attack the palace, he flew up and faced this Mahayana Emperor from the enemy. "Left Minister of the Flaming Dragon Empire, you are indeed strong, but I'm still stronger than you."

"Ye Men, you're still talkative as you were before."

When Yang Lujia saw what transpired, he was speechless.

Wasn't this confrontation too direct?

"Lin Donghai, you're getting old! You can't match the power of this sword!" Yan Long, once again, slashed with his sword.

Lin Donghai was stumped. This slash was stronger than the one he just faced from Yan Long. This kid really grew up into a monster. He even became an emperor. He had the same power as Lin Fan, if not stronger.

Yang Lujia remained calm as he stared at the sky. The others, however, fared worse than him. They were running around, legs trembling, bodies covered in sweat. Some of them even lost consciousness.

"This is getting interesting. Come on, fight. This little handsome boy here will watch until you wear yourselves out. Hahaha!" Then, he continued to drink his "wine" and stole the food from every restaurant he stumbled upon.