Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

HE LET THE young man, whom he named Piggy Bank, into Long Guang’s world with the others from the lower realm, stationing him at the part where he would do some farming on a certain land and grow herbs while cultivating. That was after he made him practice more of his saber and guarded him until then since he had nothing to do anyway.

Well, there were already people under Yang Lujia who started to grow herbs, so he was naturally accepted by them when Piggy Bank said he wanted to help them.

Every one of the people who were to join the Origin Court in the future was basically learning to be friendly toward another. As long as they were within the world Yang Lujia sent them, they believed that they were all good people—given the cautious personality the Chief Justice of their organization had.

Moreover, if they turned hostile toward one another, they would probably incur the wrath or disappointment of Yang Lujia. Although they did not sign a blood contract with Yang Lujia as master and servant, they still revered him for his overwhelming strength.

Yang Lujia also believed that in order to capture people’s hearts, actions similar to initiating a blood contract or anything that’d force them to work under him like coercion would only incur dissatisfaction among these people.

Besides, he had fair trust in them.

“Uhm, mister, should I start from here?” Piggy Bank asked an old man, pointing at an empty large field. “Should I start tilling this land now?”_.

The old man had white hair and a beard with a paddy hat on top of his head. He had a resemblance to City Lord Ice’s physical features. It was actually such a wonder for this old man to do this kind of leisure activity.

As for handling those under him, he had his daughter to rely on anyway.

“Yes, young man, so it will loosen the soil. After that, you notify me to teach you how to sow seeds for the herbs we are intending to grow.” Then, he wondered about something. “By the way, what’s your name, young man?”

“Oh, I was previously called Yin Hang. However, my master changed my name to Piggy Bank, and I like it so much!” He formed a wide innocent smile on his face.

“How old are you?” Bai Qian couldn’t help but ask, despite the strange-sounding name his so-called master gave this young man.

“Huh? I don’t count my age, though, but I think… 15… or somewhere younger…” Piggy Bank was a bit baffled. “Why do you ask, mister?”

“Nothing, I am just curious. Perhaps I can help you cultivate after you’re done with your job. How long has it been since you started cultivating?”

Hearing about how the old man intended to teach him, Piggy Bank was elated as he clapped his hands together. It was as his master said, there were experts in this world and the old man was probably one of them, if not, one of those considered the strongest.

Well, he wasn’t wrong.

Despite his excitement, he tried to control himself and still answered, “I’ve been cultivating since I was fourteen, I think? I really can’t remember exactly, but I really struggled with wielding the saber, and it was the master who helped teach me a technique!”

“What was your cultivation level before you met this master of yours?”

“Eh?” Piggy Bank looked surprised and answered timidly, “I barely managed to reach the peak of the Ten Meridians Realm. After I met the master, I was barely able to reach the Seventh Stage of the Foundation Path Realm and it’s already been hours since then. To be honest, I was quite disappointed about it, mister.” He sighed as he lowered his head.

‘What the fuck? Who would decide with that kind of speed? It even took me years to reach the Foundation Path’s First Stage, and yet he was disappointed because he was only able to reach the Seventh Stage of the same realm? Have some respect for your elders, young man! ‘

Bai Qian cleared his throat and acted as if he wasn’t shocked by the effortless blow the kid had given him. “By the way, who is your master?”

“He’s named Dum Gai! Yes, Master Dum Gai!”

Bai Qian’s face twitched as he recalled the name: Cao Nima. It was precisely because of this naming sense that he immediately realized that the master this kid was talking about was Dum Gai.

Or perhaps it was another person. He was just being too negatively sensitive with the names Cao Nima had so far made up.

Moreover, it wouldn’t add up if this young man had suddenly sprouted out of nowhere without Cao Nima’s power. In other words, without that man’s permission, no one could basically enter this world.

“I see,” Bai Qian replied.

“What about you, mister? What’s your name?”

Bai Qian clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the skies with a proud expression. Obviously, he was proud that his name had rung a bell to everyone who heard them unless they were not from the lower realm.

“Well, I’m called Bai Qian.”

“Bai Qian… what a weird name…”

Bai Qian was inwardly enraged when the young man criticized his name for being strange. But he did not take it to heart.

As a senior, he should be benevolent, and instead, he dodged the upcoming questions by leaving after bidding his farewell—the excuse being that he still had important things to do and Piggy Bank had to notify him after tilling the land, only in the hut where he’d be doing these ‘important things’.

Meanwhile, in the outside world, Yang Lujia went back to the sect master’s chamber to look for the fatty. He asked him about Elder Sun Ling.

The fatty even thought that Yang Lujia was already head over heels for his daughter, which was clearly not the case.

“Your daughter… what is she truly like?”

This even intensified the suspicion the fatty had about Yang Lujia falling in love with his daughter.

“Well, she’s pretty hard toward others, even to the point of scaring them. The disciples are scared of her actually. She’s not an easy-going person and she can only manipulate the rules of time,” the fatty replied.

“It didn’t seem like she was like that, though.”

The fatty froze, realizing what he had just said.