Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

In the southern part of Da Shikong, there was a young man who was in his meditative state. Around were dark rules that contained a hint of ferociousness and slaughter. No mortal could probably withstand the image he was showing, even if he did not show the slightest of his aura.

Strips of dark rules lingered around him as if they were his friends. These rules were even buzzing as though they were at a party with their only friend.

This young man was extremely one that was hard to come by. His face resembled the face of an immortal that had ruled over the heavens. The smoothness of his skin contrasted with the ferocious aura surrounding him. However, it seemed like he was not affected by these rules in the slightest.

Naturally, this man was Yang Lujia's first disciple!

Lin Diyu!

Lin Diyu was still trying to make people under his command move about and search for the two portraits he had personally drawn. Unluckily for him, the people he was looking for had already altered their faces. Moreover, although his little junior brother was just a sea away from their palace, he actually did not know anything about his existence.

The Dragon Emperor Palace did indeed announce to the world that they had chosen their Saint Son, the sole Dragon Prince—however, he might be Long Guang, but Lin Diyu and even the higher-ups did not know the real name of the young man who suddenly became the Saint Son of the Dragon Emperor Palace.

Hence, Lin Diyu did not try to probe anything further about their Saint Son, but he had his own guesses. His little junior brother's talent was even more monstrous than his and he was a dragon himself! If this Saint Son wasn't his brother, then who else would be?

Believing that Saint Son was his little junior brother back then, he calmed himself down and chose to pour all his resources to find his master. However, to his dismay, he was reported with nothing about Yang Lujia at all.

After all, the Stellar Fiend Palace was quite far away from the four regions. It was no wonder that he did not know anything about them. It would actually take years for a cultivator to arrive at another place. This was just how big the Realm of Spacetime was tailored. Whoever created this, Lin Diyu would make him suffer if he got the chance to become a supreme expert!

Laughing at his own thoughts, the dark rules around him dispersed on their own as he stood up. He then looked at the open windows of his room as the sun slowly set. There was longing in his eyes. He wanted to meet his master the most at this time. There was something he wanted to ask.

The memories he had, as he had grown stronger, what were those? Were they related to his master? Why would his master's face appear in his memories, then? Only… those memories were quite vague and he couldn't clearly see anything.

Therefore, he was curious. However, those memories were actually nothing compared to the grace his master showed him when he was still in Da Shenghou. He would never forget the person who managed to make him climb to the top powers of two realms. That was the grace he never thought he would receive from someone.

Clenching his fists, his eyes shone with resolve. One day, he knew… he knew that he would soon find his master and reunite with him and his little junior brother and little junior sister. He just hoped that his little junior brother had not met any mishap. Otherwise, he would not show mercy to anyone who would dare touch him.

Moreover, he also wanted to know about how his little junior sister was doing. Although their interactions were short, he was still worried about her. That was why, a year ago, he added another portrait to find his little junior sister.

Because he did not know in the first place that his little junior sister had come to the Nether Universe's Asura Prison to fetch her little sister.

"No, I shouldn't be worrying about anything now. I should worry more about my opponents in the Stellar Fiend Palace. I don't want to be bested by those greedy and shameless Saint Princes."

There were two of them and both had incurred disgust from the bottom of his heart. Moreover, they would also show off their strength which was very contrary to what his master taught him. Hence, among the three, he was keeping a low profile, but he was the most feared.

The First Saint Prince's strength could not actually catch his eye. It was the Second Saint Prince that he found vigilant against.

The First Saint Prince was just an obnoxious bastard who would capture female cultivators to become his concubines. Some of them even died in bed because of how harsh he was to these female cultivators. Nevertheless, if this was only the thing he would do, Lin Diyu wouldn't have felt so much disgust against this guy.

That was naturally because the First Saint Prince actually decided to fuck his little sister, which was like cold water on Lin Diyu. He was so mad that he felt the urge to beat this First Saint Prince. However, he refrained himself as it was not yet the time to do so.

For now, he would only focus on leveling up his cultivation further. The First Saint Prince might not be that powerful to his eyes and was indeed cunning in character; the Second Saint Prince was someone that couldn't be trifled with.

Lin Diyu had proven to be younger than them, but the Second Saint Prince was actually just ten years older than and he already reached a terrifying cultivation level that no one thought even the strongest genius in Da Shikong could reach. Although ten years was a long gap, Lin Diyu did not idle either. He kept pushing his limits.

However, ever since he had reached a certain level of cultivation, it seemed as though there was something blocking his cultivation level. The Thanatos Bloodline his master bestowed him was no longer enough for him to break through to the next level.

Nevertheless, if the First Saint Prince and the Second Saint Prince heard Lin Diyu's thoughts at the moment, they would probably spew out blood. These were basically just torturous words for them who had already cultivated longer than him.

The layout of the Stellar Fiend Palace was sinister-looking. However, most of the people inside were actually not that sinister in terms of their appearance. Lin Diyu was the best example of that. Currently, he was living in one of the several sub-palaces which were only for the Saint Princes and the elders of the Stellar Fiend Palace. Moreover, it had to be seen that the sub-palace that Lin Diyu belonged to was a little shabby. That was because, although he was talented, he did not show his real cultivation level for the past three years.

His people had basically given up on him.

This led the First Saint Prince and Second Saint Prince to let their guard down against him. However, as sinister as the Second Saint Prince, he still felt wary about Lin Diyu. He felt different than the shallow-minded but shrewd First Saint Prince. He felt like Lin Diyu was even stronger than them but chose to remain a low profile.

Although he did not want to say it and thought that it would be a humiliation to say so, he could not see through Lin Diyu's cultivation level. Even the elders protecting him could not do so.

"Second, are you sure that that brat Third did not have any concealing treasure on him?" an elder said, approaching the sitting Second Saint Prince.

He was fairly handsome, a true dragon amongst men. Even his mere gaze could instantly make a Saint King shiver in cold. That was how terrifying the Second Saint Prince. Even the elder in front of him could not help but look at this prince with fear in his eyes. Although he was strong as he had reached the Saint Emperor Realm, the Second Saint Prince was already more powerful than him.

How could he resist if the Second Saint Prince would decide to kill him? Even if he was an elder, he knew that the Second Saint Prince was now the most favored Saint Prince by the Fiend Emperor. He knew that if he held on to his thighs, his reputation and ranks in the palace would definitely soar high.

However, he still could not help but feel bitter. It was not a long time ago when the Second Saint Prince had broken past his cultivation realm, and yet he was stuck forever in his realm. That was something he could not accept, but he forced himself to. There was nothing he could do. Talents were usually inherent to one person. It could not be replicated or snatched unless unconventional and evil methods would be involved.

"I'm afraid that the Third Saint Prince is not as simple as you think he is. Despite losing so many people under his tutelage, he was able to remain in his position, even with a calm demeanor. Monitor him," the Second Saint Prince ordered.

When the elder who watched over him left, a resolve like no other suddenly surged out from his usually cold eyes as he silently glanced in a certain direction. "I don't want to become the Fiend Emperor, but for my mother, I will do everything I can to become the next Fiend Emperor!"