Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

ELDER SUN LING fetched Yang Lujia from the chamber of the sect leader. She then toured him to the entire sect as he requested. He saw several disciples on the grounds practicing with their sabers, some sparring against each other.

Although the sect was a little weak, it actually had pretty decent disciples. While they were going around the sect, they encountered pretty talented but respectful disciples. Of course, there were disciples who seemed disrespectful toward Yang Lujia being close to Elder Sun Ling, but it didn’t matter to him. Small fries needed no attention from him. It’d only waste his time.

“You’re given the position of an Honorary Elder, huh?” Elder Sun Ling asked him as they arrived in front of the sect library. “Dad seems so fond of you, though. He actually gave you such a title. Did that mean you are strong enough to hold such a title like him?”

“I already said it. I am stronger than him. Far stronger,” he replied, his face unchanging. “Anyway, your sect library only has three floors?”

“Yes,” Elder Sun Ling. “Mostly, it contained educational books and cultivation manuals. The first floor is for the former while the second and the third floors are for the latter. The second floor contained some Earth-Ranked Arts but they were pretty rare there. Meanwhile, the third floor contained only Earth-Ranked Arts, none anything lower than that. Most of them are also leaned to practicing sabers.”

“Oh,” he reacted, unsurprised. “You may go now. I might stay here for a while to read more about what this world is all about.”_.

“Alright, use your Honorary Elder token if you want to call for me, then. I’ll now be preparing a residence for you,” she enthusiastically replied, walking away with a smile on her face.

“She’s just like her father,” Yang Lujia said as he continued, “a bit childish.”

When he entered the library, it was actually pretty normal. The shelves of the first floor were even filled with cobwebs and he could only see two or three disciples on the first floor. It seemed like only a few were interested in learning more about this world, or perhaps, they were new disciples who have no idea of what cultivation was or of what the world was all about.

“Let’s see… where should I start?”

He began collecting books to add more to what he already knew from the conversation he had with the other two. Bringing them to a table, he nodded satisfactorily and sat on a wooden long chair with eyes filled with zeal.

The highest cultivation level recorded in these books was only the Saint King Realm at the Third Stage. It was also actually like a memoir from the sect’s ancestor about his journey to attaining such cultivation.

“So, an era has already passed and that fatty wasn’t really the first sect master.”

Then, he continued to read the memoir.

“I am Liu Chang, the first-generation sect master of the Saber Path Sect. I was once a disciple from one of the organizations from the Autonomous Region but later left to make a sect of my own. Well, I just want to. It’s my dream to manage a sect, anyway. Moreover, in the Autonomous Region, I can’t get the woman that I want! It’s so boring, there! Most of them are always practicing like fuck!—”

Yang Lujia rolled his eyes and flipped the book to the other pages where the old man wasn’t talking about his personal experiences. He even recorded the positions when he first had his experience in bed—even proud as hell.

“Today’s sect master is a fatty while the first-generation one was a pervert,” he thought as he continued to explore the book.

“I went to the Second Region once, but I was really not suited for there. The people there are so worship-py. Very devoted to their churches and I don’t like that kind of devotion. However, I did explore the region and found some beautiful places. There were even several Sacred Areas.

“They are areas where others are forbidden to enter unless they have the permission of the church who’s in charge of managing it. It’s like a dungeon inside. It can give out cultivation manuals related to the church or basically some light or holy techniques when you finish the missions of the regulators there.”

Regulators were the mysterious entities in-charge of the Sacred Areas who give out manuals after a person finished a mission or he or she completed a test. It had the same structure as a dungeon, at least to what Yang Lujia could surmise and imagine—the difference being that the rewards are only in one class—something related to the church’s practices.

“I wonder if they were made by stronger existences,” Yang Lujia wondered as he flipped to another page. “There is barely information recorded about the First Region, except that it has nests within it. Even this first-generation sect master of the Saber Path Sect could hardly enter the First Region. It’s just like what that fatty, Sun Feng, said.”

He then went over a few cultivation-related books, learning that rules are even ranked differently. The denser the color and quality of the rules’ characters, the more powerful the rules you could control. It was said that the rules that Saints could use were called Inferior Rules.

“Inferior Rules,” Yang Lujia mumbled as he tried manipulating the rules of space, trying to distinguish the differences among them. They were indeed different albeit almost unnoticeable. “How about for Saint Kings, then? What are they called? Perhaps I should go to other sects after this to scout for more information. That Liu Chang didn’t say anything about rules in his memoir. It was mostly only about his life.”

After reading for some time, he went to the second floor.

“Where’s your disciple token?” the old guardian questioned him as he continued to smoke. “You need your disciple token in order to pass through the second floor. Also, you have to pay attention to the cultivation manual you are going to practice. If you have doubts about anything, you can approach me—”

When the old man saw the Honorary Elder token Yang Lujia had taken out, he immediately bowed his head after cutting off his sentence—his back sweating so hard. “I apologize for my insolence, Honorary Elder. I didn’t know it was you.”

“It’s alright,” Yang Lujia said as he waved his hand, paving his way to the second floor.

As he expected, most of the disciples were not on the first floor but the second and third floors. They were more interested in arts or techniques. Like Elder Sun Ling said, some of the cultivation manuals on the second floor were Earth-Ranked Arts.

When he was about to go over some of them, a shout suddenly rang into everyone’s ears inside the sect library.

“Bad news, people! My friend just told me right now! The Blue Scale Sect is now here again to kidnap some of our disciples! Fuck! They’re really going too far!” The disciple hurriedly ran away and went out.

“Interesting,” Yang Lujia muttered as he grinned.