Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

WITH THE LEFT wing burning red and the other freezing blue, Feng Huang rushed to Zhao Fenhua at a speed almost equivalent to the speed of light.

SWISH!

The latter's eyes shrank. He didn't expect the girl to carry the aura that only saints could have. His skin turned cold as his hair stood on end. Immediately, an unforeseen crisis befell him as he stared at a distance.

'There's something more that bothers me than this little girl!'

He condensed his aura and exploded all of it at once, transforming into an echinemon. His whole body was covered with silver fur, the densest part being on his head, where each was actually spikes that were akin to a porcupine's. His mouth, on the other hand, resembled a wolf's while his paws had only four fingers. His tail even swayed as he sped up near his son, who was dumbstruck by his father's sudden transformation.

"Was that little girl really so fearsome that it made father use his ultimate form?" He began to doubt his life as he held the unconscious girl.

"Let's not waste any more time!"

"You're not going anywhere!" Feng Huang's voice thundered into their ears. "Don't go without leaving my sister here! Otherwise, you, such a disgusting race, would be wiped out by the Nether Phoenix Clan once they found out—"

Zhao Fenhua didn't hear Feng Huang's words clearly as he decisively crushed the jade-like token in his hands. After just a second, when Feng Huang shuttled towards them, the two had already disappeared.

Feng Huang's eyes turned bloodshot as she roared loudly. She then transformed back to her human form and looked warily at a certain distance. In that direction, she saw the space torn apart by a pair of slender but manly hands. It struck her dumb.

Seemingly forgetting about her sister being abducted, she readied herself for defense. The hands alone brought her a sense of crisis. It felt like her whole being would be wiped out the moment the owner of those hands decided to kill her.

When Yang Lujia came out of the spatial crack, his gaze was sharp, and he looked in the direction where Zhao Fenhua and his son disappeared. As he scanned around the area with his mental power, he knew that a large battle had happened. It was evident from the burnt and frozen trees and beasts and some crumbled parts of the ground.

Then, his eyes drifted to the little girl who had the same height as his second disciple. However, when he saw through her cultivation, his pupils constricted. This little girl, who was only ten years old, was actually a Half-Step Saint?

It was hard to imagine how much of a genius she was.

Was she groomed in a place that was filled with resources? Otherwise, she wouldn't possibly reach this height without it. From her appearance, he knew that she was definitely not ordinary.

Seeing her original appearance through her soul, he gasped, increasing the shock in his heart. It was actually a bird with both flames and ice harmoniously assimilated with her soul. He didn't know what kind of bird she was, but she was definitely a genius, not any weaker than his disciples.

However, his face remained calm while intently looking at this little girl. "Little girl, what's your name?"

When Yang Lujia spoke, it woke Feng Huang up. "You! Why are you flying? Aren't you a mortal?"

Yang Lujia's mouth twitched. "Do you think I am mortal? Are you an idiot kid?"

Sure enough, geniuses like her were still ignorant of the world.

Feng Huang's vigilance disappeared and appeared to be in a daze. Her eyes then turned sharp. "What do you want? Are you also here for my little sister? She was captured by some dog before my eyes! I need to save, but I can't find where that kidnapper went!"

"Ferocious," Yang Lujia thought, as he was a bit taken aback. He then coughed and replied, "Little girl, I am not after your little sister. I am only here to ask you about the appearance of those people you fought. What do they look like?"

Feng Huang snorted and scoffed, "They look ugly."

"…"

That was rather a direct answer. It seemed like this little girl had some strange temperament. Sure enough, in this world, he was the only one considered normal.

"Do they look like dragons with no wings but whose feet look similar to a lion or a tiger? Are their tails long?" he instead asked.

"Huh? How do you know?" Her aura then turned sharper. "Are you one of those disgusting creatures?!"

"…"

"Little girl, I am human."

"Liar."

Yang Lujia couldn't take this conversation anywhere further and released a bit of his aura. It pressed down on the other party.

Feng Huang's eyes turned wide as she looked at the young man before him, exerting the same power as their Nether Clan's Patriarch. 'He's very strong.'

"They… they do look like what you… said…" She could hardly breathe, but her senses were still clear. It meant that this young man didn't have the intention of killing her. When Yang Lujia waved away the pressure from his body, she felt lighter and began to pant loudly. "Who... who are you?"

"So, it is really them," Yang Lujia said as he stared once more at the spatial fluctuation from where those two echinemons vanished to. "Anyway, little girl, I am Yang Lujia. What about you? What's your name?"

"I am—"

But before she could complete her sentence, Yang Lujia's eyes whetted. "And most importantly, what kind of bird are you? Is your meat edible?"

When the silence ruled, the voice of Fortuniel made him feel embarrassed all of a sudden.

"Host, please pay attention. This girl is Feng Huang, the exiled SS-Class Genius from the Nether Phoenix Clan."