Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

IT WAS FINALLY Lin Diyu’s turn. When he stepped onto the arena, he excitedly glanced at the crowd, then at the shining array below him. This was what he was expecting.

At this time, Yang Lujia was grinning from ear to ear. Although he wanted to keep a low profile, he knew he couldn’t. Showing off while not letting his guard down was also doable. Besides, Fortuniel had already claimed twice that he was invincible in Da Sishen, so he didn’t need to worry about anything unless someone pulled off some trick to weaken him or his disciple.

And unless the Echinemon Race was present at the moment.

Also, by showing off, he could give himself privileges that none could grasp.

[Participant: Cao Xiaoma]

[Age: 17]

[Talent: Ungradable]

[Cultivation Level: God King Realm, 6th Stage]

[Overall Evaluation: Passed!]

Yang Lujia had a bit of an understanding of this array formation. He previously thought that there must be limits as to the extent of the talent it could measure. It seemed like he was right. Certain intricate patterns that were not noticed by the God Emperors were all seen through by him. They were not mistakes. It could be said that it was flawless.

It just needed improvement.

‘Why settle for something good when there’s actually something much better?’_.

Moreover, the screen that flashed atop the formation really resembled the system’s information panel. It was blue in color and bordered with a black line.

At this moment, when his mind wandered somewhere else, the crowd, which was cheering before, had turned unusually quiet. Only the whistling wind tenderly broke the silence.

Waking up from their daze, all the God Emperors from the platform stood up in shock. This was especially true for Wang Lao and Wang Zhu. It turned out that they were right about Cao Nima and his companions. This was simply not a genius, but an evildoer!

“That kid! Does he have a master?” A God Emperor felt agitated that it instantly shattered the reigning silence.

Another God Emperor then sneered. “Old man, do you think we don’t know what you’re thinking about? Do you think this kid can grow up safe until now without a master?”

It snapped the God Emperor back to reality. He then bowed his head dejectedly. “Right.”

The others, on the other hand, couldn’t help but nod their heads in agreement with what the other God Emperor conjectured. All they could do at the moment was watch as the match progressed.

But a female God Emperor on the side was twitching her lips. Did they not notice that fellow’s strange name? Cao Xiaoma? What was wrong with that name?

Moreover, it wasn’t really matched with that young man’s devilish looks that would make ladies surrender themselves to him.

When Yang Lujia turned his attention back to his disciple, who was excitedly descending the arena, he showed a gentle smile on his face. It seemed like an S-Class Talent chosen by Fortuniel would turn out to be ungradable in Da Sishen.

He thought about it. What about in the higher realms? Would his talent still be ungradable?

Nevertheless, he stopped thinking about this and gently waited for the program to be carried on. He was just waiting for his name to be called. He didn’t know whether the order was systematic or not, but it didn’t matter nonetheless.

He walked to his Lin Diyu, and he gently caressed his head.

Suddenly, the Guile Magus Academy Headmaster’s eyes turned razor-sharp that it caused a slight glint. For a short while, his eyes were stuck on Lin Diyu’s body for a short while. Averting his gaze from the boy, he mumbled something in his mouth as he looked in a certain direction.

Yang Lujia didn’t notice him, though. After all, almost all eyes were on Lin Diyu for his monstrous talent being ungadable.

On the other hand, the participants were continuously tested one by one.

[Participant: Sikong Tian]

[Age: 40]

[Talent: Middle-Grade]

[Cultivation Level: God King Realm, 1st Stage]

[Overall Evaluation: Passed!]

—

[Participant: Li Xiong]

[Age: 50]

[Talent: Inferior-Grade]

[Cultivation Level: True God Realm, 10th Stage]

[Overall Evaluation: Failed!]

—

[Participant: Bai Yueyi]

[Age: 70]

[Talent: Inferior-Grade]

[Cultivation Level: God King Realm, 9th Stage]

[Overall Evaluation: Failed!]

Apparently, some of them still failed to pass the segment. After all, True God Realm cultivators were not allowed to participate in the competition at all. Perhaps it was the first time for the fellows who failed to try to enter this elimination round.

Besides, they really looked senile. Especially that old woman who looked like a famished snake. She actually thought of joining the competition with her old age.

Yang Lujia then focused his mind on his own. What would his talent be? Would it be the same as his first disciple or the second? After all, the latter’s strength, although young, really exploded for the shortest time.

But… he knew that he was much stronger than Long Guang when he was ten. Looking at the system panel in front of him, he was surprised that Fortuniel had added some information.

[Name: Yang Lujia (Luke Yang)]

[Title: Origin Court Chief Justice]

[Race: Human Void]

[Cultivation: Unknown]

[Bodies: Unknown Body, Abysmal Chaos Body, Avatar Dragon Body]

[Bloodlines: Unknown Bloodline, Dragon Emperor Bloodline, Chaos God Bloodline]

[Disciples: Lin Diyu (S-Class), Long Guang (SSS-Class)]

[Scriptures: Supreme Heavenly Scripture, Asura Blood Scripture, Dragon Emperor Scripture, Space Distortion Scripture, Divine Beginning Scripture…]

[Treasures: War Dragon Hammer, Heavenly Crib, Underworld Scythe, Wheel of Fate]

[Created Worlds: Blood World, Dragon World]

“Fortuniel, can you tell me how high my talent is?” Yang Lujia asked out of nowhere, but he got no answer from the other party. It made him fall into deep thought. It seemed like even the system didn’t know the limits of his talent.

Just who exactly was he? Where did he come from? What was the purpose of his soul coming to this world? Who made his soul into someone else’s body? Where did Fortuniel come from?

All sorts of questions kept appearing in his mind, but he ignored them for the moment. As people would say, concentrate first on the present because it will greatly determine your future.

“Master! Master! It’s your turn now!” Lin Diyu hastily called his dazed master.

Mumbling something, he said to Fortuniel, “Fortuniel, I want you to raise my cultivation to God Emperor Realm, Eighth Stage—ah no, that was a bit high, let’s just go with the Seventh Stage.”

Fortuniel’s voice then sounded in his mind. “Host, how long?”

“Until the elimination round ends.”

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