Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

Yang Lujia was perplexed about his father's story from the four divine beasts and the Red Qilin. He was not certain if it was really his father. However, according to their narrative, it seemed like it was really his father who was able to subdue them.

"Moreover, the Yang Family… those purple eyes… I forgot about what they are… It seems like we can only remember those purple eyes, but we can't really tell what they were. Your father must have erased our memories due to some circumstances. It might be because he had anticipated your arrival here. However, I am certain that your father has the same eyes back then…"

Hearing what the Red Qilin just said, Yang Lujia was somewhat shocked. It seemed like his family background wasn't really as simple as he thought. For example, his father was someone whose existence could be above the hierarchy of all beings. He was actually able to subdue these five ferocious beasts, especially the Red Qilin.

Yang Lujia had read about the four divine beasts before. In those books, they were only legends, but they were the four divine beasts born from the beginning—when the world was slowly formed.

The four divine beasts were extremely powerful—their bloodline standing above all other creatures. There was only one creature that could overpower them—and could be said to be their leader—the Red Qilin.

"My father's that powerful that he could erase your memories even in this realm? I can't seem to do that," Yang Lujia said as he fell into contemplation. His eyes then gleamed as he stared at the Qilin. "How about his age? How old was he when he subdued you?"

"I think it's around a hundred thousand years ago… I don't where he went since he left us here… but when he subdued us, he was just like you… even younger…" the Red Qilin said, his tone sounding hoarse.

"What?" Yang Lujia's eyes bulged. His father was even younger than him when he subdued these four beasts?! Was his father more powerful than him when he was his age? He really felt the urge now to force Fortuniel to tell him his current cultivation level!

"It seems like I can't neglect my cultivation right now," he said, his voice filled with determination. "However, the scripture I practice requires me not to practice but only sleep, eat, or do other leisurely things and my cultivation level would eventually grow."

He was really provoked by his father's talent. If that person was really his father, he would vow to surpass him in the future. As they would say, the son would eventually surmount his father when he grew up.

"Your Highness, you don't need to feel pressured. I remember that your father told me to tell you that you must reach the void before the age of 30. That's because he once again visited us before finally leaving for the void... I think it was only two years before he finally left…"

'And you're telling me not to pressure myself?' Yang Lujia was quite speechless by his father's words, even more so by the Red Qilin's words that sounded like he was trying to put pressure on him.

He then shifted the topic to another one, "Big Red, about what that Fu Yishi told us… was it true that my father once helped the Holy Light Emperor?"

He was naturally skeptical about this fact. Fu Yishi betrayed his friend. In substance, he could not be trusted. Therefore, he wanted to confirm it with the Red Qilin.

However, Brownie and the others were almost frightened to death when Yang Lujia called the Red Qilin, "Big Red". Even Brownie felt pressured around the Red Qilin's spiritual form. Naturally, he was slightly afraid. However, he knew that the Red Qilin was extremely loyal to Yang Lujia's father. Thus, he needed not worry much.

"Hahaha! I like the name you gave this big one, Your Highness!" Hearing how Yang Lujia called him "Big Red," the Red Qilin even sounded and looked ecstatic. "Anyhow, Your Highness, your father did help the Holy Light Emperor. We've been with His Highness, your father, all the time, even when he attempted to go to the void with his insufficient strength. As we were trapped inside His Highness' body, we could naturally see everything that he did. It's a little regretful we didn't get to see your father create you with your mother."

Yang Lujia's face twitched as he did not expect this big Red Qilin was quite mischievous. While he was speechless, the others were even more so.

He then shook his head and decided to ignore that matter. "Big Red! Tell me everything you know about my father!"

"Actually, Your Highness, I was just joking when I told you we could see the actions of His Highness, your father. Merely because he would block our perception every time he'd try to do something. It's a little regretful, though."

Yang Lujia's face twitched wildly.

Moreover, there was even one divine beast who kept on laughing—and that was the White Tiger—who seemed to be the youngest among the five.

This was Red Qilin's personality. He liked to joke with those he saw as his friends or companions. That was why he was doing this to Yang Lujia.

On the other hand, the White Tiger was the naughtiest and wildest among the five while the Black Tortoise was his total complete opposite. Only the Azure Dragon and the Vermillion Bird were quite reserved. However, among the five, the one who would always cook up schemes behind the scenes was the Vermillion Bird.

"That's a pity, then," Yang Lujia said, calming his emotions. He knew that his family was very powerful, given that the system did not give him these purple eyes—which meant that it was something that he had inherited. On the other hand, he even had another mysterious body and bloodline that he did not know.

"I apologize, Your Highness, for my rudeness earlier. I just like to joke with anyone," the Red Qilin said, scratching its head with its large paw.

When the others saw his paw, they felt like they could die anytime the Red Qilin would decide to flatten them like meat paste.

"It's alright, Big Red. There's also one thing that I want to do…" Yang Lujia's eyes then became firm as he swept his purple eyes to the other four divine beasts. The latter's bodies twitched when they met Yang Lujia's gaze.

It was the same feeling they had felt before—and they kind of missed the feeling of fearing someone after thousands of years of not seeing their master.

"Speak your mind, Your Highness Yang Lujia."

"Huh? How do you know my name?" Yang Lujia was shocked to discover this matter. He did not tell these beasts what his name was. However, this beast actually said so.

"Yang Family… your father said that if his son would come to us in the future, he shall be called Yang Lujia…" the Red Qilin said, his face filled with pride.

Yang Lujia became even more curious about how powerful his father was. If he had such a powerful father, why would he need to suffer? If he could find his father, wouldn't it be better to live under his care? What wrong could come to him?

However, he was still unable to understand the reason why his parents would throw him here in the Five Realms. Moreover, he was still a baby at that time. If it were not for his adoptive grandfather, he would not have continued to live like now as he was in the middle of the war at that time.

Remembering the mighty figures at that time, he could not help but shiver. Back then, he was still a small fry that could be killed by a Saint Emperor or even a God Emperor. Speaking of, he truly missed this adoptive grandfather of his—he had no parents with him, but he knew of the person who took care of him all those times.

It was Zhuquan De. He could never forget that favor.

"About the one thing I want to ask of you…" Yang Lujia stared at the Red Qilin once more, diverting the topic to another. "I want to gain control of this array formation. Would you let me control it?"

His tone was like a command. However, the Red Qilin did not look like he was flustered. He merely waved his paw and said, "Your Highness can naturally gain control of this array formation. However, Your Highness still needs to prove to us his strength. Although your father can subdue us, it doesn't mean you can. I am not underestimating His Highness, it's just that this is an arrangement made by His Highness, your father."

Yang Lujia knew right away that his father did this. Now, he was even more certain that the man the Red Qilin talked about was his father—as no one knew of his name other than his companions. There were only a few.

However, what he could not understand was why would his father leave him alone. What about his mother?

'Where is she? Is my mother also talented like my father?'