Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

YANG LUJIA CAME in front of the Competitions Bureau in the middle of the night. Although a few people were walking past him on the streets, they could not see his appearance. He was just an illusory figure blending in with the night.

Like a chameleon, he camouflaged and took steps to reach the main door of the bureau. Even though he wanted to keep a low profile, he did not want his pride to be stepped on by others. Thus, with his style, he would strike when the situation called for him to.

Enveloping the whole bureau with a layer of protective silvery aura, time and space rules hovered in the air as the whole bureau disappeared from the eyes of everyone watching.

An old man, pushing his wooden cart on the streets, noticed the changes in the bureau. He stared at the people on the street because such an event was quite strange. Nevertheless, he continued pushing his cart after noticing the people’s gaze was not on the bureau.

In fact, no one could tell. Unless one was a cultivator, they could not see it.

Apparently, that old man was a demon spy. That explained a lot of the reason he could see the disappearance of the bureau. Since the people around him were indifferent about this, he thought it was only a normal phenomenon and did not think too much about it.

Yang Lujia, on the other hand, was already making his way inside the Competitions Bureau. He wore a white mask that showed no human expression. Seeing him enter the bureau, the woman resting at the counter was startled awake from her rest._.

“Who goes there?” She squinted her eyes, then changed her question the moment she saw Yang Lujia emerge from the darkness. Her face turned grave. “Who are you? What are you doing here in the bureau?”

“I don’t have time for you,” Yang Lujia said as he raised his right hand and flicked his finger. An intangible wave swooped through the air. When the wave gently tapped the woman’s forehead, her body gradually melted like metal.

Yang Lujia indifferently stared at the aggrieved woman who was screaming her heart out. It was a good thing so he could directly fish out everyone in this bureau, particularly that man who shamed him.

He wasn’t petty. He just didn’t like the way he handled things.

Well, that was petty at its core. Anyhow, he didn’t care. All he wanted was to make that man taste the pain after trying to test someone’s edge.

“Dammit! Who is trying to invade the bureau at night?!” A man wearing only his ancient-looking sleepwear came down the stairs. “Where is that woman at the counter?!”

Some men looking like him also went down.

Yang Lujia’s lips curled as he stared at every man’s face. Unfortunately, the man he was looking for wasn’t here. But he knew that the man was currently inside the Competitions Bureau. He could feel his aura.

“It’s good that you’re all here,” Yang Lujia said, deliberately changing the tone of his voice to avoid complicating things when the time for an investigation came.

Grinning behind the mask, he waved his hand and froze all the men in an instant. Naturally, they were bound by space. They could still see and sense the presence of the masked man, but they could not move their bodies at all. Completely immobile.

After a while, Yang Lujia raised his left hand.

However, that left hand terrorized the men in sleepwear. They could not understand why they could not move. As people who were part of the Guile City Army, they were stronger than ordinary cultivators, but at this moment, they were flabbergasted and terrified to find that they could not move.

Sensing the fear on their faces, Yang Lujia’s mouth twitched as he said, “As expected, strong people only fear those who are stronger than them. Sometimes I feel like the law of the strong ruling the five realms is a bit off. If you’re a ruler, act like a ruler. Don’t act like a coward. Well, perhaps this is the case, like what happened to every one of you. In this case, however, I haven’t met the ruler of the five realms yet.”

Yang Lujia continued to blabber that it confused the men. However, as though executing a sneak attack, he unhurriedly twisted his wrist. A plume of white smoke appeared in front of every man. Suddenly, it burst out an aura that slowly froze the soles of their feet.

They instantly panicked.

However, struggling for them was futile because they were under Yang Lujia’s nose.

The cold gradually crawled up their skin. Not only did it freeze them on the outside, but it also froze their blood and the depths of their bones.

Yang Lujia then chuckled. He approached a man whose forehead was sweating profusely. He lightly tapped one of the man’s feet. After a split second, that frozen foot crumbled into pieces.

The man’s tears flowed out of his eyes, still unable to move while the others who saw this were terrified at this sight. What kind of sorcery was this? Why did they not hear about some technique or arts like this?

“I just wanted to try out the Feather-Frost Scripture,” Yang Lujia said, indifferent. Then, his eyes gleamed. “Now, then, I’ll not delay this any further… the man I was looking for was already about to show himself.”

With his gaze, the effect of the plumes floating in front of the men quickly reached its maximum strength. After a second, the men crumbled into pieces like tiny icebergs hit by a missile.

“You’re finally going to show up,” Yang Lujia saw through the man who was calmly going down the stairs.

In fact, this wasn’t more than the man Yang Lujia once talked to. He found the man’s aura different from then. The one who was in front of him seemed demonic in nature.

“I never expected such a formidable expert existed in this declining Guile City. It was truly admirable,” the man said. “Are you the one my master told me? The old monster who was hiding within the depths of the city?”

‘Old monster?’ Yang Lujia was speechless. ‘Do I look old to you?’

“You’re not the man I am looking for. I am also not old. How dare you curse me like that?” Yang Lujia’s voice was regal as it shadowed into the other party’s mind.

The man stepped back all of a sudden. The pressure from Yang Lujia’s voice made his soul shudder. It had to be known that his master was Soul Demon, who specialized in destroying or controlling someone’s soul. But this man…

Then, he remembered the kind of technique or art this man to kill all of his men. At that thought, his body trembled.

Yang Lujia sighed. “It’s a pity I couldn’t make that man feel despair now. Alright, you may now disappear—wait…” he paused and looked at the other because he was thinking about something. If I make you disappear, will your master know about my presence? Alas! In this realm, I can’t erase anyone’s memories due to this realm’s stronger will.”

“What…” The man was already shaking. He couldn’t understand what the other party was talking about. All that he knew was that this masked man was the most terrifying person he had ever encountered.

Even his master couldn’t make him shake like this.