Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

TO LIN DIYU'S surprise, he couldn't figure out why his master didn't fly away from the battlefield. All the men had died already. Not even a single soul was left, only him and his master overlooking the battlefield below.

What was his master doing—still looking around?

Yang Lujia's mental power rolled throughout the entire battlefield, ignoring the system's prompt for him. Deeply, he let out a breath.

"It's better to be certain," he muttered.

Under the eyes of his first disciple, Lin Diyu, the whole place trembled. The other dead men's bodies that were bedding the battleground were squashed into minced meat. An invisible palm later appeared in the sky as Yang Lujia lifted his gaze and teleported with his disciple high up.

Lin Diyu's appalled expression was visible on his face. That palm that was almost half the size of the Holy Flood Empire flattened the ground.

His face twitched as he stared at his master, whose eyes were looking down at the ground like a god—indifferent. What was even more absurd was that his master condensed all the blood from the field into his palms, forming a spherical shape that resembled a world of carnage.

"Master, what's that in your palm?" Lin Diyu couldn't help but ask.

"Just a random ball I created from their blood. Later, I'll play with it or make a new world within it. Wouldn't it be exciting to make a world? You'll play with it with your hands! I don't know, though, if there's rubber in this world, but I also want to play ball games like basketball."

Lin Diyu was at a loss, his face bleak. "Master, what are you talking about?"

"Ah?" Yang Lujia showed a helpless look on his face as his gaze turned to his disciple. "I apologize. I forgot you're not from there."

"What are those ball games you mentioned, master?"

Yang Lujia coughed twice and stared at his disciple with a stern face. "You don't need to worry about this matter. Anyway, you need to get stronger fast. Let's go back to my sect first."

"Huh? Does Master belong to a sect?"

"Somewhat?"

"Somewhat?"

"Yes?"

"Huh?" Lin Diyu was confused by this flow of conversation.

"Let's go," Yang Lujia said as he walked away from the scene, his qi enveloping Lin Diyu.

Almost a minute later, they both arrived at Yang Lujia's courtyard. When their feet tapped the ground, Yang Lujia waved his hand, and the blood amassed into a sphere enlarged. "Diyu, inside this blood sphere was a world very suitable for you. In your body, I can feel that you're inclined to use blood as your supplement to improve your cultivation."

Before asking his first disciple to enter the enlarged sphere, he pointed his finger at the other's forehead. "There, you have it, the Asura Blood Scripture. Do you know what scriptures are, Diyu?"

When Lin Diyu saw the content of the scripture instilled in his mind, his eyes were blank. If a skeptical person would say, "To see is to believe," Lin Diyu would say, "To experience is to believe."

The Asura Blood Scripture given by his master was regarded as taboo or forbidden in the cultivation world.

The righteous people of the five realms are trying to get rid of this scripture completely. It could help almost everyone, to cultivate faster than usual. However, a person wouldn't want to cultivate it rashly because it could spell disaster for them. They might lose consciousness, and evil might take over.

That was the horror of the Asura Blood Scripture. Only a handful of people whose aptitude was high enough, like Lin Diyu, could practice the Asura Blood Scripture to the fullest. It wouldn't make him insane. Instead, it would only make him stronger.

From the name itself, Asura is the ultimate harbinger of viciousness and death. Of course, that was what Lin Diyu read about this "Asura" name. He even knew that Asura was said to be the one who created the underworld, where souls were either disposed of or saved if their sins were not as heavy as those of others.

Without any hesitation, Lin Diyu dropped his knees to the ground, bowing to Yang Lujia. "I thank the master for his grace! Diyu will practice this scripture to his heart's content and have my revenge!"

"Stop the act. Or I'll cut your younger brother in half across," Yang Lujia said lightly.

Lin Diyu shivered and subconsciously looked at his little brother. His master was a stalwart figure. He was aware of that for sure, but his character was worlds apart from his strength. If he hadn't talked with his master this up close, he would have thought this person was unfathomable and that every word he'd speak would be meaningful.

"Diyu, let me tell you that scriptures are the techniques or skills that transcend the five realms. The scripture I gave you is heaven-ranked. Having had your cultivation abolished by Lin Fan, you can use this scripture to restart your cultivation. This scripture does not follow the usual or regular rules of cultivation. Construct a path that no one has taken before by making use of this."

GASP!

Lin Diyu was frightened. "This scripture was actually a technique that transcends the five realms. The highest level of technique I practiced before was only called arts."

Then, he secretly expressed a thought in his mind: "What kind of existence did I acknowledge as my master?" With eyes filled with resolve, he screamed in his heart: "No matter what, Diyu will follow the master till death!"

Yang Lujia ignored his disciple's reaction and went on saying: "Before you go inside the Blood World I made on the way, I have to remind you of the rules of being my disciple. Firstly, don't act like you're a hero when going outside. If you see someone getting wronged or almost killed, don't help them. You don't know what consequences will fall upon you if you help the disadvantaged party.

"Secondly, don't act rashly and always assess every situation. If you're not cautious enough, it'll lead to your death. Just like what happened to what the third prince did to you. It should be enough of a lesson for you.

"Thirdly, don't do things unless you are certain you can do it. Fourth, and maybe the last thing I will say, do not quarrel with your life-and-death enemy. Even if he talks so much, just attack him directly. It's not shamelessness! It's called bravery!"

"Why bravery, master?" Lin Diyu asked, perplexed.

Yang Lujia coughed in embarrassment, "No, not that term. I forgot about it. Maybe I'll tell you next time." He did not realize how careless he was in claiming it was bravery. Then, he continued: "Anyway, the only point of these rules is to remain low-profile. Even the higher-ups of the War Dragon Sect never knew about my real strength. They think I'm only a mortal. They only considered protecting me because of my grandfather's strength."

"This disciple understands!" Lin Diyu clasped his hands and bowed his head.

Yang Lujia nodded. "As long as you understand. Diyu, remember that when you confront the third prince, Lin Fan, don't leave a single strand of his hair including his pubic hair. Also, don't let his soul escape and become reincarnated once again. Kill him cleanly. To be sure, you must hit him a thousand times until his figure is already blown to dust."

Lin Diyu pursed his lips in response, but he still nodded at his master. After all, what the master says will always be correct.

Stay low-profile!

"Don't go out in the meantime. Wait until you surpass the third prince's cultivation by several times, at least a whole major realm. If he's at the peak tenth level of the Core Formation Realm, you should be at least at the peak tenth level of the Spirit Refinement Realm. If risks can be eliminated, why not eliminate them quickly? Besides, you're not only facing the crown prince of the empire, but you are also facing his backers, for example, your father, the emperor.

"If you killed him, what do you think would be their reaction? So, hurry up and cultivate. Sooner or later, I'm going to get you another junior brother or junior sister. If they surpass you in cultivation, wouldn't you be ashamed of becoming my first disciple?"

Lin Diyu's face turned unnatural. "This disciple understands! Master, this disciple will now go inside the world you created and temper himself!"

"Good!" Yang Lujia approvingly nodded. "The Blood World is a world filled with blood. Its air was smudged with blood, so you don't have to be shocked. Also, I think this world is as big as this realm. I don't know exactly. I just casually made it."

Although Lin Diyu was used to his master's strange ways of conversing, his face couldn't help but twitch slightly. "Master is really a strange being!" he whispered in his heart.

While thinking about how mighty his master was, he suddenly felt great danger from behind. Instinctively, he jumped toward the Blood World, but it was too late as Yang Lujia had already slapped the back of his head and it almost fell off of his body.

"Fuck!" Lin Diyu cussed.

Hearing his disciple's curse, Yang Lujia was bewildered. He just slapped him in the head to make him enter the Blood World.

"Why did he curse? Was he dissatisfied with the treatment I gave him? The moment he gets out of the Blood World, I will surely drag him to another realm, leaving him in the middle of several ferocious beasts!"

Lin Diyu felt a chill that ran all over his body. "What was that feeling right now? Never mind, I'll just practice here for now. But in this Blood World, it's really red. Even the sun was red, the ground as well as the seas, lakes, and rivers. They were all blood-red."

Within the depths of his soul, however, a blood-red light was twinkling as though it was agitated. Although not aware, it made him feel like this place was specially tailored for him.

On the other side, Yang Lujia nodded as he looked at the other reward he got from accepting Lin Diyu as his disciple. He then laughed as he held a bottle of heaven-ranked elixir in his hand. "Tonight, I'll drink all of them to my heart's content!"