Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

XIA ZHIGUANG WAS alarmed. His divination already came to a conclusion, particularly when the qi of heaven and earth became even denser. He was certain.

As he stared at the horizon alone in his room, he wondered when that creature would strike. Earlier, Bai Qian and his daughter had come back to the Southern Territory. Xia Zhiguang already gave them a warning.

“It’s finally the start of the Death Purge.”

When the Death Hydra came out of the Hundred Deaths Gorge River, the skies as though stained with blood became dark red. Xia Zhiguang knew that starting from this day, that creature would spread terror—it was just that—no one knew where it would start or who it would first massacre .

“Is this really our fate? Can Cao Nima make us go through this calamity alive?” Xia Zhiguang’s thoughts as his main body was still recuperating from his severe injuries.

On the one hand, the other cultivators and the ordinary citizens of their respective cities had terrified looks on their faces. The dark red sky made their hearts pound to the point that they could already hear their own heartbeats.

Xia Jieke could not do anything either. Even if he were to ask them to calm down and promise their safety, that would only just become a promise. It would never be realized.

“What will happen to us?” a citizen broke the gasp-worthy silence.

People and cultivators then began to clamor. Some demanded answers from the Death City Palace, already in front of the place, their hands waving here and there, rallying for an assuring answer.

Alas, no one tended to them._.

Xia Jieke already ordered the city guards and every other subordinate to go on lockdown. Innocent lives were also important for him, but his life and his family’s were still at the top of the list. To go and risk his life to fight a creature his father could not even defeat was just wishful thinking.

He was brave, but he wasn’t an idiot.

Although he was conflicted, this wasn’t a world where he could save others by words or by throwing sound arguments. This was a world where the strong get to always have the winning side.

Everyone knew about this. Some may be ignorant of this unspoken rule. But ignorance was never always blissful. Some other time in the future, one’s ignorance would implicate oneself. And in this circumstance, Xia Jieke could only sigh.

For a hundred thousand years—no, something shorter than a century, the peaceful Da Sishen would once again become a stage for a one-sided slaughter. After all, it wasn’t called the Realm of Death for nothing.

The same things happened in other cities as well. Even the demons in Diabolos City were afraid, let alone the others.

*

The Death Hydra brought great shock to Shen Zui. It was his first time seeing such a large creature up close. It was at least fifty-meters high, its heads wriggling like snakes that could roar.

At the same time, Zhang Wei and Zhao Qiaochen rode on its back, holding onto its dorsal fin. They then urged Shen Zui to come up after giving him some pellets to recuperate.

“Our first destination is the Spirit Race. With them not existing anymore, we would only have one problem and that was to destroy Death City, the other cities are almost negligible. As long as we assert dominance in this trip, we would be able to rule over Da Sishen hand in hand,” Zhao Qiaochen said through voice transmission.

Zhang Wei only nodded with his nonchalant face. Deep inside, however, his heart could already jump out of his rib cage at any time due to his joy. For several years, he was finally a step away from his planned revenge.

“Zhang Lixin, I may have neglected the process of your growth. I just hope you can forgive your father for not accompanying you. At least, there was the other me beside you…” his thoughts, wandering as they both controlled the Death Hydra to the direction of the Spirit Race’s lair.

*

Agitated, the Spirit Race Ancestor’s face was unnatural as she guarded the sealed entrance to the Valley of Gods. “Why did it come so fast? Why did it have to happen now?”

She was sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking at the blood-red skies. Her worry was not without basis. After all, she already experienced the previous Death Purges. It was gory and the skies rained blood on them.

Notwithstanding her old age, her appearance did not change due to her high cultivation. In fact, her face was almost the same as her daughter’s; the only difference was she was more refined.

Zhao Qiaochen was once attracted to her and even courted her. However, she didn’t agree with his proposal. If not for the Spirit Race being stronger than the Echinemon Race during her time, she might have been forcefully married to that jerk.

“Mother, the Death Hydra, I think it’s been awakened once more to bring disaster to Da Sishen. How shall we deal with this, mother?” the Spirit Race Queen said, bowing to the Spirit Race Ancestor.

“Just like before,” the Spirit Race Ancestor said, sighing. “Tell all the members of our race to commence the Fortification Spirit Text.”

The Spirit Race Queen wasn’t surprised. It was also within her expectations. This Fortification Spirit Text is a human-ranked art that could be utilized by a group of their members only. It was an exclusive art used to envelop a certain range of the area to isolate it from the outside world and form the strongest defense in Da Sishen.

With this, throughout the years and centuries that passed, no other human or the other races invaded their territory. No one was able to.

“Yes, mother,” the Spirit Race Queen said as she flashed away.

Ordering the members to gather in their territory’s bailey, an open-wide area where most of their activities were held, she stood on the platform in the middle of the place. As soon as she motioned for this gathering, all of the members of their race immediately assembled.

“Today, the Death Purge has officially begun. To avoid the calamity, we need to hide ourselves once more. Hence, with the order of the Spirit Race Ancestor, I implore everyone to perform the Fortification Spirit Text!” she announced, which instantly aroused the crowd’s fighting spirits.

As though they already knew of the technique, each of them went to their respective areas where they shall and must be stationed. After some time, the voice of the Spirit Race Queen intruded into everyone’s minds.

“Is everyone ready?” Her voice rang into their minds.

“Yes!” they chorused that it frightened the birds in the forest.

*

“By the way, Zhang Wei, haven’t you considered about that defensive art of the Spirit Race? It’s not only for defense, it can also isolate their entire territory. How are we supposed to find them?” Zhao Qiaochen remembered this fact, worried that their plan would fail, even with the help of the Death Hydra.

“You don’t have to worry about this at all,” Zhang Wei said as he grinned. “I have already planted something to make certain that our plan would work!”

“Father!”

As though frightened, Zhao Qiaochen and Zhang Wei instantly made a consensus to stop the Death Hydra in its tracks. It was when they heard that familiar voice, particularly Zhao Qiaochen who quickly looked back and saw the approaching pair father and son, with a little kid hanging on the former’s shoulders.

“What the hell are they doing here?” Zhao Qiaochen asked, seemingly confused. Later on, as they got closer and closer to them, his heart felt something ominous.

It felt like something bad really happened for Zhao Fenhua and Zhao Dilao to be using the life-saving token he gave them.

As soon as the approaching group arrived near them, panting, Zhao Qiaochen frantically asked, “What happened to you? Why are you here? What happened?”

“Father, I’m sorry…” Zhao Fenhua bent his body down on top of the Death Hydra’s back.

“What do you mean?” Zhao Qiaochen asked, his voice trembling, and turned his head to look at his precious grandson. “What happened?”

“Grandfather, our separate world was breached by someone strong. Our race was cursed before that happened and caused several deaths. Today, our race was already on the verge of destruction,” Zhao Dilao said, with a straight face.

Zhao Dilao was also a bit mad at his father for forgetting about that little girl who had smelly feet and some of those captured male humans with fat breasts.

“What… Who… Who dared to attack our separate world? Our race?!” Zhao Qiaochen’s anger reached the bar of no return. “Who?!” His aura began to raise that even Zhang Wei felt threatened.

“This… the Echinemon Race Ancestor, Zhao Qiaochen, was never really simple at all. To think his cultivation level had reached the Second Stage of the Saint Realm like me,” Zhang Wei thought as he looked at Zhao Dilao and Zhao Fenhua, with his eyes particularly attracted to the little boy, he had seen before at Guile City.

“What the fuck is that little kid doing here? Don’t tell me…” he subconsciously muttered that he garnered the attention of the others.

“It’s just as the report says. This kid has the aura of the Dragon Race. It seems like he’s really captured by your race. Now, you are probably facing the wrath of someone who’s been taking care of him. It’s that young man I saw in Death City,” Shen Zui muttered.

Zhang Wei also nodded, his face turning solemn. It seemed like they made an enemy of someone he had always been avoiding. And it was because of this arrogant Zhao Qiaochen.

Zhao Qiaochen’s eyes flashed with glint. “That kid? Cao Nima?”