Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

GUILE CITY SPANNED for more than a dozen miles in diameter. It was quite a huge city compared to those cities that were not far from it. After all, this was the core, or the central area where most strong cultivators gathered around.

In the city's central part, there was a circular arena that looked like an enlarged brown plate with a rough texture. It was the Guile Arena. Unlike a boxing ring, it did not have anything on its edges, such as ropes or corner paddings. Besides, when cultivators fight, the rules were never for whoever got their opponent out of the edge would win.

By its radius alone, it already occupied almost a kilometer and a half of the whole area. Around it were bleachers that were neatly arranged, forming a rectangular shape in the bird's eye view; and currently, people were crowding the bleachers, trying to get a seat of their own with their friends.

A few days had already passed since the disaster of the Competitions Bureau. With the power of cultivators, magically, the Competitions Bureau was rebuilt very quickly. It had only been a few days, but it was already standing erect once more and was manned by people who were efficient in handling competition affairs and all the other stuff.

During those days, Yang Lujia happened to have registered the Origin Court for the elimination round discreetly. Apart from that circumstance, he never went out of the Origin Court after getting the seal that would grant them entry to participate in the elimination round. After all, he didn't want to cause any trouble anymore, lest he'd create another massacre once more.

Holding the seal, Yang Lujia observed its appearance. It was dark green in color with a blue dragon engraved on it. Its body stretched like a snake but with four feet distributed on each side. He even checked whether the seal was enchanted with something like a curse of some sort. His nature told him to do so, although he trusted the Wang brothers.

With his face as Cao Nima, he led his other disciples to the arena. Unfortunately, Feng Huang still didn't want to accept him as her master. She desperately wanted to marry him when she grew up. However, after she saw Lin Diyu, her attention basically diverted to that kid.

Yang Lujia didn't know why. Other than this little bird, Feng Huang, no one else knew the reason.

To Feng Huang, however, she liked the ferocious aura around Lin Diyu. With Feng Huang's incessant and penetrating gaze, Lin Diyu felt like some creep was staring at him. It gave him the chills to the bone.

"Feng Huang," Yang Lujia called, which snapped Feng Huang's attention. "When will you accept me as your master? If you accept me as your master, I'll trade Lin Diyu for you. If you become my disciple, that means you'd be able to see him often."

Lin Diyu's face sank. His master actually dug a pit for him. This soon-to-be little junior sister of his was quite... naughty.

With this thought, Feng Huang's eyes brightened. However, she then frowned after remembering something. "No, that'll only happen if you can help me save my sister." Her face turned solemn, but the worry in her eyes couldn't escape from Yang Lujia's perception.

Yang Lujia could only sigh. "Alright."

Like little rabbits, the three followed him to the gate, where participants were welcomed. Unlike the main gate, this gate was particularly tiny, and the queue was really long.

As though the city officials already anticipated this to happen, they readied three gates to narrow the time it'd take for a cultivator to stay in the queue.

Also, some of the VIP contestants, like the Guile Magus Academy, were given special treatment due to their famous reputation, which wasn't different from that of the City Lord Mansion.

Probably, the City Lord Mansion disciples were already inside, preparing themselves for the upcoming Elimination Round. This was something that involved their ascension to a higher realm. According to their ancestors, a cultivator there with the cultivation of the Saint Realm was not invincible. There were even higher realms than that that they could explore. Although there was this so-called law of the jungle, trying wasn't a bad thing as it was the only way to temper themselves as well.

No one in the five realms had smoothly arrived at a higher realm of their cultivations, except for those who were born with top talents, which would basically take them half the effort to cultivate. Additionally, they were heavily supported by their families, their backers, who were placing so much value on them, so they would really stand out. However, a person, who wasn't born on a silver platter, although talented, would have a different story.

"What? Do I really have to register first before I can participate? Why so meticulous?" A rogue cultivator complained. However, when he saw the old man behind the guards, he shivered involuntarily and harrumphed away. "Fine! I'll go now to register!"

Swallowing what he uttered then was the most correct choice he made. That old man behind the guards was actually the new head of the Competitions Bureau, which had been assigned by the City Lord himself. This old man had the same cultivation level as Wang Zhu, so he suited the job very much. Due to what happened, the bureau needed someone stronger in order to manage it.

Needless to say, the old man was also someone who had been working under the Wang Family for decades. He would only do these things when he was left with no choice but to intervene or participate in the matter. Therefore, Wang Lao thought he was the best person for the job.

Then, it was finally Yang Lujia and his disciple's turn. Looking at the ironclad guards in front of the gate, Yang Lujia remained nonchalant. Somewhat, to the guards and the old man behind them, he was just an arrogant brat.

"This is our seal. We are a newly formed organization and I brought participants with me," Yang Lujia said. He showed the seal and lent it to the guards.

No matter, their job was to receive the participants who were eligible to participate. They were in no position to refuse, especially when the young man showed the seal as proof. Although he seemed arrogant, he didn't say anything ill against them.

The old man, in particular, noticed that there was something peculiar about that young man. He was even shocked to learn of the cultivation of the people behind him. They were all God Kings. However, they were far from normal people. Two of the three kids looked about ten years old. That alone could shock anyone, even the old man, to the core.

Furthermore, that young man... he couldn't sense any energy fluctuations around him. "Is he a mortal?" He then shook his head. "It shouldn't be. Otherwise, he wouldn't get the qualification to enter the competition. However, the two ten-year-olds really shocked me."

If the old man found out about their true cultivations, however, he might have to choose to retire six feet underground.