Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

BRINGING HIS TWO juniors and his master along, Lin Diyu marched with Wang Lao and their companies. Around them were airships of different sizes. Most of them were bigger than theirs. To put it simply, theirs was neither the smallest nor the biggest. However, Lin Diyu never minded this.

It was good that their airship was as such compared to others'. They would play like pigs to eat the tigers. Being the smallest would, for certain, attract attention, much more so when they were otherwise.

"Hey, City Lord Wang Lao! How are you doing? Eh? Still stuck at that level? It's already been decades!" A woman with a playful look on her face approached the group.

Wang Lao's face, on the other hand, was as black as the bottom of the pot. "What are you doing, City Lord Ice?"

Lin Diyu was surprised. It seemed like this City Lord Ice was also a lord of the city, the same title City Lord Wang Lao had. He did not pay much attention to details before, but since his master always slept, he always kept his guard up to cope, lest something abrupt would happen.

Yang Lujia also realized this and smiled secretly. "You finally realized what I taught you. This is good," he whispered.

City Lord Ice, as her name suggested, had the coldest face amongst the distinguished people around them. Contrary to her name and looks, however, she seemed to be the most joyous person amongst everyone present. Wearing a cold blue hanfu dress, she particularly looked stunning, especially when coupled with her dark blue eyes that were complemented by her sky blue necklace.

If a certain person didn't know her personality, they would probably think she was cold and would most likely ignore them because of that icy temperament she was exuding.

Beside her were the often-silent Runic Demon and on the other side was the monk of the Western Territory, City Lord Shen Zui.

"City Lord Wang Lao, you're still so grumpy as always!" City Lord Ice smiled and anchored her one arm on the other party's neck, dragging him toward the Death City gates.

Wang Lao rolled his eyes. This fool was always the same City Lord Ice he had met before. They were childhood friends. His father and Ice's were good friends and always had a sparring match, which would always result in a draw. However, Wang Lao didn't know how strong Ice's father was at the moment. After all, it had already been decades ago since those events transpired.

On the other hand, Wang Zhu was silent while following the two. Inside, he was praying that this City Lord Ice wouldn't recognize him. "Fuck!"

"Ohhh! Wang Zhu'a!" City Lord Ice said in an affectionate manner. She then let go of Wang Lao, who once again rolled his eyes at her. There she went again with the other party's younger brother.

When Wang Zhu was about to run away, he stiffened when Ice suddenly appeared in front of him. Her voluptuous breasts even bounced as she landed. This made him gulp. However, thinking of all those years when he was aggrieved by this woman's care, he got frightened again.

Hugging him, Ice got teary-eyed. "Huhuhu! Why didn't you see me for a long time? Do you know how much I missed you? With dad around me, I wasn't able to find anyone to beat up happily!"

Wang Zhu shivered.

When Yang Lujia heard this, a chill rose in his heart. "What the fuck? Are you a sadist?!"

"Oh, Miss Ice! Beat and spank me instead! I want to feel those gentle hands on my hard body! Please, Miss Ice! Fuck! Even though I am only looking at you, I can already feel it! Fuck! Fuck!"

"…"

Yang Lujia was even more speechless. "What the fuck is wrong with these people? Earlier, a sadist, now a masochist?!"

When the Fierce Demon appeared in their sight, City Lord Ice just harrumphed and froze him. His entire body looked like a blue statue. Fortunately, she was being lenient. Otherwise, she could even freeze his blood and stop his organs from properly working. Even his dantian wouldn't be spared.

"What a burly and ugly man! Look at his muscles; they are so puffy and hard! I don't like that kind of type!" she blurted out.

Meanwhile, Wang Zhu, whose butt was slowly spanked by the other party, felt like crying. She was already slapping his butt so hard. He knew it would very likely cause sores.

"Amitabha…" Shen Zui said as he stared at the event transpiring. "May Buddha bless you with—"

"A big bald bwaby!!!" a child's voice interrupted what he was about to say. "Big bald bwabiesss! Long Guang see big bwabiesss!"

Everyone turned silent and turned to look in the direction of the child who was on Lin Diyu's shoulders. Seeing the strange looks on their faces, Lin Diyu hurriedly said, "I am sorry fellow daoists for what my junior brother said. He's just a reckless kid. I hope you can forgive him."

"Amitabha…" Shen Zui simply bowed at them and looked in the direction of Yang Lujia, whose eyes that looked like bottomless pits stared right into his. Subconsciously, the monk was suddenly filled with trepidation and hurriedly called his competitors to the entrance of the Death City.

Not waiting for Wang Zhu and City Lord Ice, everyone else proceeded to the gate and turned in their identity tokens to be granted permission to enter. No one could just enter Death City without certain tokens, which only the City Lords from every city could have. They would then give them to people in some special circumstances.

When the other competitors paid attention to Yang Lujia and the rest of the group, their eyes and hearts were filled with disdain. The Eastern Territory had become the weakest of all. They did not pose any threat at all. Only the other territories, especially the Central Domain participants, could pressure them. As for the competitors for the Eastern Territory, they weren't even worth mentioning.

Sensing the odd atmosphere, Lin Diyu played with the game and let the other teams go first in the queue. Grinning, he stared at these people like an idiot. It felt like he had to spare some time to beat up certain guys later.