Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

CRACKS BEGAN TO tear the space around him. Yang Lujia was trying to forcefully break through the defenses of the Valley of Gods.

Space rules floated in the air as he continued to exert force on the cracks. Heaving a sigh, he started to search for the passage to enter back to Da Sishen. He must hurry.

Bad premonitions kept growing in his heart, particularly after Lin Diyu was kidnapped and Zhao Dilao exploded. Nothing came out of Zhao Dilao when he died. Fortuniel didn’t give him a notification about killing him either or for some system upgrade.

Days ago, Zhang Wei’s heart was scorching with euphoria. As the heaven and earth qi of Da Sishen continued to increase, it would also help him quicken the growth of the creature he had been nurturing.

At that time, the Death Purge would officially commence. By then, he would be able to use it for revenge on his late wife. If not for those creatures and his own weakness, his wife might have already been alive now.

However, something was bugging him. Every time he slept, he would always dream of his wife. His wife kept telling him not to do anything foolish, lest the Will of Da Sishen would take advantage of him.

But he didn’t want to listen.

It was just a dream. What mattered most was the reality._.

He had already gone this far, so stopping would never become an option for him.

“Zhang Wei, the token Shen Zui gave us. It’s lighting up,” Zhao Qiaochen reminded him. “It seems like we have another large force on our side.”

“I know,” he replied. “How’s the training you’ve been doing with Dong’er? This time, he purposely didn’t want to stand out during the Annual Death Ceremony. I told him to be low profile.”

“You’re really sly. You told the kid that you knew about the one who killed the one he loved,” Zhao Qiaochen. “And you even said you’d help him get his revenge, although you yourself never knew who you were up against.”

“Shut your mouth, Zhao Qiaochen. You’re not any better than me either. Your son himself sent his half-blooded son to spy on me. Do you think I don’t know that?” Zhang Wei bluntly said.

Zhao Qiaochen harrumphed. “Old thing, you are too much! Xiao Yue was sent away from the family because he’s only a half-blooded son of a bitch!”

“What about Zhao Lishu? Did you also send him to spy on me?” Zhang Wei showed a disdainful smirk as he drank his tea. “Zhao Qiaochen, don’t think you can fool me with these things. I’m not that naïve as you think I am.”

Zhao Qiaochen froze. He didn’t expect Zhang Wei to be so capable that he knew about Zhao Lishu his son sent to protect Xiao Yue. “Hmph!”

Admitting it would be tantamount to losing his face, so he kept his mouth shut about the matter.

While inside a hall, the two of them were both quiet while meditating opposite each other, their teas half-consumed. Suddenly, something stirred on the side of Zhao Qiaochen’s waist.

“A message from the race?” Zhao Qiaochen.

It also attracted the attention of Zhang Wei. “What is it?”

Zhao Qiaochen told him to wait and scanned the message through his mind. “What? They found someone from Dragon Race who’s still alive? That should be that child my son talked about!” His eyes showed ruthlessness. “I cannot let such a variable exist!”

Zhang Wei frowned, thinking that Zhao Qiaochen was acting without thinking for a second. Besides, he was having a bad feeling about this.

The other party proceeded on passing his orders to mobilize their God Emperors in pursuing that child. In order to be more cautious, he even let Zhao Fenhua accompany them and some echinemons at the same level as his son.

“I didn’t know you had several experts on your side to mobilize,” Zhang Wei said, showing a meaningful smile. “Zhao Qiaochen, aren’t you acting a little bit rash?”

“What do you mean?”

Spreading out his hands, Zhang Wei said with narrowed eyes, “The fact that the child can remain alive until now, despite his identity… there must be some reasons behind it. It could be that someone was backing him. And that backer is extremely strong.”

“Hmph! Even if his backer is strong, I don’t care. We have saints on our side. What does he amount to? Even if we go to war with the Central Domain ourselves, or go toe-to-toe with someone unrivaled under the heavens, we won’t end up in dire straits. We could even win.”

“You’re thinking is so shallow,” Zhang Wei refuted. “I think there’s something really fishy about it.”

“You’re not a Divination Path expert whose instincts are abnormally high. Stop with the act and get it on. We have to keep releasing heaven and earth qi to increase the overall qi of the Da Sishen.” Zhao Qiaochen just rolled his eyes. “By the way, your son, where is he?”

“He said he is going into seclusion for a while before the battle.”

While they are busy, the Echinemon Race had also taken certain actions.

“Tell three of our five junior ancestors of father to also come to me to explain the situation,” Zhao Fenhua told his subordinates as they were kneeling in front of him. “We have to go at full force to kill that little kid from the Dragon Race. We already lost a lot of our kin! We must not let their lives be put to waste by ending the life of that little guy! I suspect that someone must be protecting him!”

“Yes, patriarch!” all of them chorused.

“Now, go!” he ordered.

When all of them left, he stared at his son by his side. Zhao Dilao was still not waking up. He then stared at the empty dark hall. On both sidewalls of the hall were the paintings of their ancestors in the previous times.

“Ancestors, we are almost done with our mission to erase the Dragon Race. At the same time, sooner or later, I know that father will let us become the rulers of Da Sishen!”

“Why is Metallie not coming back yet?” Brownie asked, waking up from his slumber. “Hey, little girl, didn’t you say Metallie would be coming back?”

“You really have a dog brain. I don’t think Metallie escaped. She must have been captured,” Feng Huang replied, eating some kind of fruit with one hand.

Long Guang, on the other hand, was feeling down. He wanted to ride on Metallie once more. The feeling of someone carrying him made him miss his master so much.

“Mas… master…”

His master was right. Some people are bad.

Feng Huang’s eyes softened when she saw her future senior little brother. “Little senior brother, you don’t have to feel dejected. Your master will be coming back soon. I can feel it.”