Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

XIA JIEKE HAD gone numb with Yang Lujia’s logic about cultivating. Nevertheless, he still explained to Yang Lujia everything he knew about the Saint Realm.

After all, he didn’t know that even though Yang Lujia had his system, Fortuniel wouldn’t answer him about cultivation-related things, except if it was within the scope of Fortuniel’s functions.

The more Xia Jieke talked about the Saint Realm, the more enlightened Yang Lujia became. This reminded him of how his grandfather also taught him the cultivation system of Da Shenghou back then.

That aside, it turned out that Saints cultivate crowns. Within their core, they must form crowns made out of rules related to the path that they chose to tread during the initial stages of their cultivation.

Xia Jieke showed a crown to Yang Lujia. The crown’s physical appearance depended on the rules the creator had comprehended. As for Xia Jieke who comprehended the sword rules, his crown was somewhat shiny and silvery.

Then, the other party told Yang Lujia about his theories. “It was once theorized by father that when one would reach the number of nine crowns, it could be said that they had already reached the pinnacle of their abilities and limits in terms of talent.”

“Would it be possible for a person to have more than nine, though?” Yang Lujia asked.

Xia Jieke shook his head. “I do not know either, but it seems like it’s possible. As for me, because I have yet to form my second crown, I could be considered to have reached the First Stage of the Saint Realm. In other words, according to the theory father had made, the realm only had nine stages.”_.

Yang Lujia then stared at Xia Zhiguang and Bai Qian. “It seemed like I was right back then. The crowns they had in their bodies were very clear to me, but I have no idea what they were. Oh, you must know that both Xia Zhiguang and Bai Qian had already formed three crowns, right? Then, does that mean they have reached the Third Stage of the Saint Realm, right?”

Xia Zhiguang’s three crowns were reddish. It meant that the fate rules he comprehended were of this color. Bai Qian, on the other hand, had an ice-type of crowns. It was ice blue in color, which perfectly corresponded to the frost rules he had comprehended. It seemed like it was also at this time during their stay in Death Glacial Waters that Bai Qian was able to form his third crown. How fortunate of him.

“It seems so—wait, did you just say both of them have three crowns?!” Xia Jieke’s eyes widened in realization. “Father once said to me that he only had two crowns, then…”

“He must have hidden it from you. Whatever the reason, as I always think, people would have their own trump cards that even their loved ones would not know. Otherwise, it will be used against them to their opponent’s advantage whenever a fight ensues.” Yang Lujia smiled.

Xia Jieke nodded as he looked at his father strangely and at Bai Qian who seemed so carefree with his father all the time. It seemed like they were on par with each other.

“But I have a question, brother,” Xia Jieke said, calling out Yang Lujia. “Why does it seem like you don’t know about cultivation realms? Is it really like what father had said to us? That you’re probably considered an outsider of the Five Realms? If so, how did you cultivate to become this strong? At such a young age, at that. Even with the suppression of the Five Realms, you were still able to grow as strong as you are now. It’s really somewhat wondrous.”

“I also wonder. All I do were leisurely things. Like my second disciple, he only needs to sleep in order to level up,” Yang Lujia replied. “And ever since I was a baby, I already started cultivating.”

Moreover, because he told Fortuniel to not let him know about his cultivation level from the very start, it seemed as though he never cultivated at all. Or perhaps he did. He just wasn’t the one who was doing it but Fortuniel.

He wasn’t stupid. He realized that this great power he possessed should not be some bug but something he should bear with some great responsibility he would face in the future.

“Is that so…” Xia Jieke sighed, ashamed of his own talent. “You’re clearly strong, but you don’t emit the aura of anything but a mortal. If I have met you at a random place, I would’ve thought you were a mortal.”

“Hahaha!” Yang Lujia slapped his forehead. When he was about to pull out the gourd from Fortuniel’s storage space, he realized that he couldn’t. It seemed so that he could not do anything or use the functions of the system unless the upgrade would end.

‘I was too careless! What will I drink now?! I should have brought out some gourds first before agreeing for an upgrading.’

“Brother, do you have some drinks there? Before we set to the higher realm, let’s have some farewell-to-Da Sishen celebration?” Yang Lujia suggested as he thought of drinking once again. He would not live peacefully without a drink in his hand at times like this. With this celebration, he would also love to eat a lot of food.

‘It’s the fault of the Supreme Heavenly Scripture. It made me become like this. I look like some drug addict right now. Nevertheless, it’s also the scripture that also made me stronger, so I don’t have the right to complain. Furthermore, after its upgrade, it seems like some of its syntax errors are now fixed.’

“That’s a great idea, brother! Let me tell father and the others about it!” Xia Jieke was somewhat thrilled and brought along his brother Xia Jiali with him to tell their father.

Yang Lujia only shook his head and smiled. Instead of hiding forever, he preferred this kind of life more. Yes, he knew he was being monitored by someone he did not know. Hence, it was pointless to hide when the other party knew who he was in the first place.

“What’s the point? I was being stupid before and hypocritical toward others,” Yang Lujia berated himself as he sighed. “That’s why, from now on, I don’t want to necessarily stand out, but when someone would want to trample over me or my people, then I would not forgive them and take some necessary actions.”

Just like that, after a few hours, the people prepared for a Farewell Banquet for their last day before they set off to the higher realm, Da Shikong. Everyone knew that from that moment on, life would be harder even if they were protected by Yang Lujia, so they wouldn’t miss this only leisure time that they had.

Yang Lujia’s two hands were already holding two gourds of wine. It wasn’t an elixir at this time and Yang Lujia liked it even more because it was just like the wine he had on Earth. Enjoying it, he was also observing the people he had recruited. Seeing their smiling faces, he was also happy and contented.

Some talked about their funny past stories. Some talked about their wives dominating them in bed. Some even talked about how they destroyed a bed on their first night with their wives. Unlike before, Yang Lujia acknowledged these stories. It was not as disgusting as before. Perhaps he was just too caught up with a bad idea of making love or love per se during the time he spent on Earth.

“Why are you drinking alone like this time?” Xia Hua approached him as she also drank her fill, her cheeks intensely blushing.

“Women shouldn’t drink too much, you know?” Yang Lujia ignored her and guzzled another gourd of wine. “If you drink too much, men can take advantage of your lost sanity. Moreover, your body should be beneficial to men’s cultivations, so you have to be more careful. We can’t know what will happen whenever we lower our guards down.”

“I’m sorry,” Xia Hua replied.

“You’re not like this when you fought my disciple at all,” Yang Lujia commented. “Unlike that time, the ‘you’ that you are now, have become as soft as a pillow.”

“Uhm…”

“You should rest,” Yang Lujia said as he tapped her forehead, forcing her to lose consciousness.

He then carried her to her father in bridal style. “Xia Zhiguang, your daughter has slept. Where shall I place her?”

Xia Zhiguang, who was talking to Bai Qian, widened his eyes at this sight and hurriedly said, “I’m sorry, sir. I will dispose of her right away myself—”

“No, alright. I’ll choose a spot for her then. It seems like you’re having quite a talk with Bai Qian,” Yang Lujia cut him off and disappeared.

“Huh? What’s the purpose of approaching me then?” Xia Zhiguang asked in his mind.

“I shouldn’t have asked him about this. I should’ve just sought a spot for her to sleep. Never mind, though. I don’t care anyway,” Yang Lujia’s thoughts.

On the other hand, Bai Qian was so jealous that he looked at her own daughter who never thought of anything but continue to beat someone down to her satisfaction.

Wang Zhu: “…”

Meanwhile, Xia Zhiguang was so happy in his heart that his daughter and Yang Lujia already reached a stage where the latter would carry her like a husband carrying her unconscious wife.

‘Xia Hua! Keep it up, my precious daughter! Hahahahaha!”