Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

“YOU’RE GOING TOO FAR!”

“What’s too far about this? I heard you bullied my junior brother when he was carrying out his mission outside! It was you in the portrait he showed me when I asked about his injuries and bruises! Let me give you a beating, kid! You should’ve left him alone! I’m so angry right now!” A burly man began punching the Saber Path Sect’s disciple that it had his body brutally bruised.

By the side, Yang Lujia was concealing his presence as he stared at the Saber Path Sect’s disciple getting beat up. His arms crossed across his chest. “Bullies are still prominent in this world.”

“Big brother, you should cut his little brother as well. Our junior brother said that his little brother was almost cut by that guy!” a young man screamed.

“Oh? He said that?” the burly man replied. “Then, it’s my pleasure to do so. Hahaha!”

“N-No… N-Nooo… I really… really d-did not b-bully anyone…” The Saber Path Sect’s disciples stumbled as his body trembled after hearing the plan of the other party. He tried raising his hands to cover the thing in between his legs. However, before he could reach for it, the other Blue Scale Sect’s disciples already held his hands up, leaving his front so open.

“P-Please… j-just n-not that… I’ll agree to a-any of your r-request…” He tried to hold back the snot in his nose but failed to do so. His swollen eyes cried tears, eyes surrendering as though he just wanted to die on the spot. “Just k-kill me…”_.

HAHA!

All disciples from the other party laughed as the burly man, presumably the leader of the group, took the saber from the young man’s side. He then slashed the saber at him, making a huge shallow cut on the young man’s skin on his upper body.

BAWL!

The young man’s eyes turned bloodshot as he enveloped himself with the remaining qi he had in his dantian, trying to push himself to the limit and forcing himself to kill himself. However, before he could do that, a quiet yet ironically loud sound of footsteps made their hearts skip a beat, accompanied by the sound of the dry leaves getting squashed.

PAT. CRACK.

PAT. PAT. CRACK.

They all stopped moving, even the young man was pulled back from his plan to kill himself as he stared at the side. There, they saw another young man. When the beaten guy saw who he was, he was immediately disheartened.

He thought it was one of his senior brothers from the Saber Path Sect. Otherwise, he would’ve possibly been pulled out of this situation at the moment. A frown formed on his face as he strengthened his resolve to push himself to death.

No one could help him, anyway. He could only pray that he would reincarnate into a more talented body to avoid getting bullied like this. The young man appeared slim and seemed to be weak, so he just gave up as he knew that the young man would probably be bullied as well or would be forced to submit and run away as a coward would do.

“Stop,” the other young man said with a frown on his face. “You’ve gone too far, Blue Scale Sect. Do you want me to visit your sect master for questioning? What is this behavior?”

The beaten young man stopped his intention to blow himself up and stared at the newly arrived person from head to toe. Seeing him with a nonchalant expression on his face, he became somewhat hopeful. This person was at least not some fraidy-cat.

Yang Lujia seemed to have lit up a fuse inside the burly man’s body. “What are you talking about, kid?! Who are you to talk like that to our sect master?”

Yang Lujia shook his head. As he did not want to continue arguing with this type of person, he only raised his hand. What a waste of time.

“Answer me! You son of a bitch—”

SNAP!

The burly man exploded into meat paste.

BANG!

BRRR!

Everyone’s legs grew soft when they saw how the burly man died with just a snap. They did not even see the young man’s movements. What made them fear him more, however, was the fact that the burly man’s blood and body parts slowly mended themselves as the burly man’s figure was slowly reformed.

“What the fuck?” their thoughts, messed up at the sight that they saw. “How could he revive the dead?!”

“What happened to me?” the burly man asked, his mind still unclear about what happened earlier. He then looked at Yang Lujia and recalled the snap this person did. His body shivered in fright. As his legs turned mushy, he was forced to sit on the ground butt-first. “You! W-What did you do t-to me?! I am the son of the Blue Scale Sect’s sect master! Don’t you dare do anything—”

“Do you want to know who I am?” Yang Lujia grinned, cutting off the burly man’s words. “Look at you…” His eyes traced every disciple from the Blue Scale Sect. “You are all pissing your pants now…”

“W-Who are y-you…” a young man managed to say, that Yang Lujia almost wanted to clap his hand for this young man’s courage.

“You said you’re the son of the sect master, musclehead, right?” Yang Lujia stared back at the burly man who was still shuddering in fear, now unable to talk further due to the invisible pressure brought by Yang Lujia’s presence.

The beaten young man fainted as soon as he saw this situation. He felt like he could already rest now that someone had come to save him. No matter what happened, at least someone fought for him. He really didn’t recall he bullied anyone.

Seeing that the burly man wasn’t answering, Yang Lujia repeated his question. “Again, you’re the son of the sect master, right?”

“Y-Yes…”

“Good,” Yang Lujia mumbled as he waved his hand. Sooner, white emblems flew out of his robe as each of them entered the bodies of the disciples from the Blue Scale Sect. “It seems like you’re all important to your sect. I won’t waste this opportunity then…”

The white emblems that contained the characters of his name had been branded in their dantians. It was like some sort of automatic switch—that when they’d try to betray him in the future, it would immediately blow them up.

Of course, that was only a bluff to scare them.

‘I won’t destroy the tools that are still useful to me even if they’re rusty. If they become useless, I can just throw them away.’ His eyes turned sharp as he carried the beaten young man to his arm. A slight smirk then appeared on his face, staring at the petrified group of muscleheads. ‘If any more of these guys can’t be subdued through reason, then I’ll use overwhelming strength to do so. They’re always welcome to try me.’