ORIGIN COURT: ACCEPTING DISCIPLES WITH A SYSTEM - Chapter 139 Sirin Grave Sect (I)

YANG LUJIA WASN’T informed that, today, he would have a staring competition with a young man whose cultivation realm was obviously way below his. Perhaps this young guy was still as young as he was.

“Fortuniel, do you know this young man? Why does it seem like I am connected to him in some ways I cannot comprehend?” Yang Lujia was baffled, resorting to trying and asking Fortuniel for an answer.

“Host, the young man is a natural born body of heaven and earth. His body could be said to possess one of the earliest bodies in history. It’s called the Treasure-Amassing Body. According to my memories, the body is weak but it is extremely useful for storing treasures—that even if the enemy killed him, he wouldn’t die in vain as the treasures would also vanish with him,” Fortuniel replied, his childlike voice was as if trying to cozy up to Yang Lujia. “I think he also has karma with you, host. Karma is like that. It’s something mysterious that can’t be comprehended if you never once comprehended its rules.”

Instead of responding directly, Yang Lujia asked, “Why can you answer my questions now?”

“It’s because of the upgrade, host.”

“That’s reasonable.” He nodded and went back to the topic he just left. “In other words, you just meant that this boy is some sort of bank, right?”

“What is a bank, host?”

“It’s like where you store your money,” he replied, his eyes still at the young man’s. “Young man, why were you swinging your saber like that? You shouldn’t be doing it that way.”

‘That’s right! Although I have Fortuniel’s storage with me, the Origin Court’s treasury should still be separated from my own treasures. Hence, I must recruit this young man to my side!’

“Ehh?” The young man was surprised by the guy who just appeared out of nowhere. He then tried standing up and barely made himself do so, while his legs were still quivering in fear.

“Look, young man, I’m gonna teach how you should properly do it, alright?” Yang Lujia brought out a saber from his own storage that almost dimmed the eyes of the young guy. When Yang Lujia saw his expression, he wore an awkward face and immediately exchanged it with another that was of the same level as the young man’s saber.

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‘Why is he so scared of my treasures? Or was he scared of me?’ Yang Lujia thought as he performed some superficial moves with the saber in his hand.

“Look carefully, young man,” he said, although he was not sure if he could give the young guy some hints of how to hold and wield a saber.

After some time, the young guy was no longer shivering as he was before. It seemed that he also gained the courage to pick his saber up as he glued his eyes to Yang Lujia’s repetitive movements. They were simple slashes but they made him gain enlightenment.

With every stroke that he did, Yang Lujia was smiling all the time. He then stopped as he looked at the blank eyes of the young guy. He knew that this young guy’s cultivation realm should increase after this and his control over whatever technique he had realized at the moment would definitely amplify his overall prowess.

With that, he disappeared and let him be. However, before he truly went away, he erected a barrier around the area where the young guy was practicing. It was a barrier where no one could come in but only the young guy himself, but he could come out.

Since he already considered him as part of his force, he would not bring him into any harm.

As he smiled, he disappeared from the skies and went to the chamber where the fatty of a sect master was meditating. As he sauntered toward the fatty with a gourd of wine in his hand, he smiled. “Brother fatty, you should drink as well. Care to share some of your time with me? By the way, where’s Elder Sun… your daughter, I mean…”

He forgot her name again. Anyhow, Yang Lujia already got used to this.

“Brother Dum Gai! It’s actually you!” The fatty was delighted as he quickly prostrated in front of Yang Lujia like a dumb dog. “How come you’re here?”

“Didn’t you hear me, though? I came here to have a drink with you. You know, I am a bit troubled about coming out of the sect. You want me to recruit disciples for the sect for the upcoming Heavenly Selection, right? I already said that I’d help, so I will,” Yang Lujia elaborated as he lazily lay on the ground with one hand supporting his head up from the ground.

The fatty’s eyes glittered and nodded immediately. He then brought all the wine of his own and even bragged to Yang Lujia where he got them. He actually got all of this from that old friend of his.

“So this is the kind of wine that the Autonomous Region has? It’s unexpectedly good!” Yang Lujia exclaimed. “But is it okay for you to take them out, though? I mean, it’s something that your friend has left for you. Why would you want to give share it with someone like me for such a simple occasion? This time’s not even an occasion.”

“No, it’s alright, Brother Dum Gai. Besides, you’re not just ‘someone’ to me. I’ve kept this already for almost a hundred years. From that time onward, though, I heard he died going out in a mission.” The fatty’s tone was so contagious that even Yang Lujia was able to feel his sadness.

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“I’m sorry for your loss, but if he’s dead like what you said, it’s even more so that you don’t have to use this wine to satisfy ourselves.”

“No,” the fatty insisted, his smile seemingly telling Yang Lujia that it was alright and that he already moved forward from that grief.

“Alright,” Yang Lujia said as he didn’t bother much about it. “Now, tell me more about the sects outside, so I will be able to know them.”

As he gave Yang Lujia a gourd of wine, he asked in surprise, “Are you going to barge into their sects, Brother Dum Gai? With your strength, you should be able to subdue their sect masters.”

Yang Lujia shook his head. “No.”

“Then, you’re going there to kidnap some of their disciples?” the fatty guessed.

“It’s not that. I want to know so I wouldn’t necessarily make an enemy out of them. I hate making enemies, you know.”

‘That was somewhat a bluff, though.’

“Anyhow, whatever your purpose is, the information about the sects is already pretty common,” the fatty said as his face grew serious. “Brother Dum Gai, we have a total of five sects in the Third Region. Other than the Blue Scale Sect that you once encountered, we also have the Dragon Phantom Sect and the Northern Wolves Sect. Both of them were always very ruthless with their means.”

“Then, that totals to only four. What about the last one?”

The fatty sweated that he almost peed himself, remembering the last time he fought with that woman. It was truly terrifying.

“Why are you acting so scared all of a sudden?” Yang Lujia was baffled. ‘I thought I was the only one that could hurt the fatty or send him flying. What’s he being scared for?’

“Nothing. I just remembered that woman in my early days. She’s too terrifying. Among all of us in the past, before we all became sect masters, she was the most terrifying rival that men could have.”

Yang Lujia’s interest was intrigued. “What sect does she supervise?”

In the end, the fatty lightly sighed as he said, “It’s the Sirin Grave Sect…”