Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

LIN FAN THREW a slash at Yan Long. Gritting his teeth, he stared at the opponent who he thought would be no match for him. Yan Long was actually such a genius. It was a surprise that he didn't get famous.

Of course, everyone knew who Lin Fan was in the entire War Dragon Sect. The news could also spread fast. Thus, it wasn't that hard for the other empires to catch wind of such an account. It should have gone the same with Lin Fan, but it wasn't the case at all.

"Yan Long, are you really going to push this emperor, further?" Lin Fan roared once more as he drew another slash of his saber. It was the fourth time he did this, but Yan Long parried such an offense with ease.

Yan Long laughed in contempt. "Do you really think I already used my full force when I fought your father, Lin Fan?"

After exchanging slashes, both of them drew themselves to each other. As their saber and sword clashed, there was only a loud clang. It swept across the whole empire. A fight at this level would need to be staged by an entire empire.

A boundless aura spread throughout. The others who were fighting felt oppressed. They decided to halt their movements and watch the duel between the two emperors. Of course, the people of the Holy Flood Empire treated Lin Fan as their new emperor, even without the ceremony needed for imperial baptism.

"You cannot defeat me, Lin Fan!" A creak sounded from Yan Long's mouth.

"Yan Long, you've endured enough," Lin Fan said," as he grinned.

While the fight was ongoing, Yang Lujia was also busy tending to his disciples' cultivation. After drinking some of his "wine" again, he went back to his courtyard from his disciples' worlds. Looking at the scenery, he felt pleased. This was the thing he loved the most—peace.

In his previous life, he didn't know peace. Back then, all he wanted to do was keep everything in constant motion, but when he grew up, he eventually only wanted to take a breath and rest. This was exactly what he wanted.

Yang Lujia thought of something and came to a decision to stroll around the sect. There was nothing good to mention about the War Dragon Sect. However, the mountains of the other peaks were actually a good sight to behold. Also, on Earth, he was also an artist. Until this moment, he still wants to paint. Especially the landscape he was seeing today.

"Oy, do you know? One of the peak masters died hours earlier. It was said to be because of the array formation," a disciple gossiped. "Haven't you heard the news yet?"

"Lower your voice! If the other peak masters or the Sect Master himself knew what we were talking about, he would expel us in anger. Anyhow, I also heard that he was fine. He was just unconscious."

"What?" Yang Lujia's eyes were wide when he heard this. "A peak master was actually implicated by my array formation?" He then thought of something, rubbing his chin with the other hand while holding his gourd of "wine". "Should I feel guilty, though? I'm not close to any of them anyway. Let him die."

As soon as this trail of thought entered his mind, he quickly shook his head. "What if he's going to blame me for what happened to the peak master? What if that old man knew what I actually did? Wouldn't he scold me? Grandpa might have become stronger than me by now. I think I should attend to this problem."

After giving it some thought, Yang Lujia came to the Sect Master's peak and appeared at the bottom of the mountain. Just like before, he wanted to climb his way up and pretend he was a pig ready to be slaughtered or eaten by anyone.

As he marched his way up, panicking voices had already entered his ears. It came from the peak masters. He didn't hear the Sect Master's voice, but he knew what the latter's face would look like at the moment.

"What's the matter? What will happen to him?" a peak master spoke up. "Is he really going to die? The disciples are now talking about his death. If he was really cursed to death by the disciples he wronged, karma may have played into his fate."

"Hello, everyone?" Yang Lujia came up to the hall and saw the surprised looks on the faces of the peak master and the Sect Master. "How are you all doing?"

"Finally! Lu'er, you're here! Do you have any way to cure the peak master? After all, your grandfather's array formation might have reverse-type of some sort of like a... a... you know..."

Yang Lujia slightly creased his brows. "Sect Master's words are confusing. Getting the gist of it, however, I think I do have a solution to save him. That is, I need to let you all out of the hall. Curing him may take a toll on other cultivators. As I am mortal, the procedure won't give me any injuries at all. Hehe."

The Sect Master was confused. "Lu'er, do we really need to go out?"

"I'm afraid so, Sect Master. This is naturally something I have read from grandpa's notes back then. If we were to cure someone who accidentally triggered the array formation, we only need a mortal to execute the procedure."

Although they were all reluctant to leave, and at the same time, somewhat doubtful, they had no other choice. It wasn't like their Lu'er was going to finish the peak master he had grown up with. The last to exit the hall was the Sect Master, after giving Yang Lujia a heavy nod.

When everyone finally got out, Yang Lujia was relieved. He then spread his mental power throughout the entire hall to block all the communication channels. Then, it slightly trembled as he drifted his gaze to the peak master.

"Divine Beginning Scripture!" Yang Lujia exclaimed as he placed one hand on the forehead of the peak master. Later on, the vitality of the peak master's body was slowly recovered. He then sighed and stared at the pitiful peak master. "It should be fine now. The scripture was something that had to do with the Rule of Life. Since his vitality was the most damaged, curing it with the scripture would eventually heal all of his injuries."

But what he didn't notice as he didn't continue to probe into this matter, was the peak master's rising cultivation. He actually reached the Eighth Stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm. Yang Lujia's action not only helped the sect master recover but also helped his cultivation soar higher. It was only a level lower than the Sect Master himself.

Anyhow, their sect wasn't weak. The fact that Yang Lujia and Zhuquan De were its members made it untouchable.

When Yang Lujia got back to his courtyard, he got to his usual hobby of eating and drinking. Sometimes, he would casually recite a poem. Unknowingly, he had already caused the skies to grumble in response. Within the month that passed, while observing the fight between Lin Fan and Yan Long, he made a painting. Afterward, he made a paper plane out of it. Unexpectedly, it was a cultivator in the Tribulation Transcending Realm who caught it.

It was a painting of a man with his back facing the viewer. He was holding a sword in his hand while watching the beautiful scenery in front of him. The cultivator who coincidentally caught the paper plane with the painting on it was elated. It actually made him understand the Sword Intent that no one would be able to do in just one night. However, just seeing such a painting made him realize this intent.

Previously, he was a demonic cultivator. Changing his mind, he only wanted to take the Sword Path instead and decisively abolished his cultivation to start anew. With this opportunity, he wanted to cultivate his way to a higher realm!

Unexpectedly, however, another strong sword cultivator felt the aura from the painting and searched for its source. It went the same with others who chose the Sword Path. They quickly seized the man who first caught the painting in his hand. On the other hand, the man could only suffer from his loss. Why did he have to abolish his cultivation so fast? If not for this fact, he would have been able to escape.

What an idiot.

Meanwhile, during the month, Yang Lujia was satisfied with his disciples' improvement. Their cultivation realms really grew that fast. Lin Diyu's cultivation eventually reached the Second Stage of the Void God Realm while Long Guang's was two stages higher than the former.

Long Guang's appearance, however, remained the same. He still looked like a ten-year-old kid with clear eyes. When he saw his master in his world, he jumped and immediately hugged the master's waist. "Masterrr! Long Guang skeri drimm!!!"

Yang Lujia's eyes softened as he heard Long Guang's voice and saw his innocent face. "You don't have to worry, Long Guang. Master will take care of you from now on, alright? After the fight with Lin Fan, we'll finally have our barbecue party, and the master will make a world with an amusement park for you!"

Long Guang's clear eyes questioningly shot at Yang Lujia's. "Amyu... ment? Park? Wat amyument park... master?"

"You'll experience it soon with your senior brother, Long Guang! Master and senior brother will surely play with you!"

Long Guang squeaked in excitement, thinking about the amusement park his master had mentioned to him.

While speaking to his disciple, Yang Lujia's perception had already reached the Holy Flood Empire's perimeters. It was the perfect time to strike. The fight was already over. He only needed Lin Diyu to strike Lin Fan at his weakest.