Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

Chapter 165 Two Of The Seven Sins

Yang Lujia was amused by the banter between Ming Ze and the other kid. He just watched them in delight, wondering when they would stop exchanging words. Moreover, Ming Ze did not seem to hold a candle against Cai Hong in terms of warring with words.

“At least this kid’s sensible and smart,” Yang Lujia muttered and looked toward Ming Ze, whose veins had already begun crawling over his neck and forehead in anger.

Meanwhile, Lan Mingyue was looking at Yang Lujia with only reverence in her eyes. Other than this big brother of hers, no one could compete with him in her eyes. She even thought of marrying him after the situation subsided.

“After this, I’m going to propose marriage to Big Brother Dum Gai!” she declared shamelessly, causing the surrounding elders and the Deputy Sect Master to drop their jaws in shock. “If you have any objections to big brother, I will leave the sect!”

“What?!” The Deputy Sect Master was the first to react.

‘You created this sect to escape from your family and because you hate men, and now you’re telling us you’re abandoning this sect just like that for a young man?!’ She was utterly left speechless by Lan Mingyue’s declaration.

This woman didn’t even appear flustered as her face remained like it was before, indifferent.

But when Yang Lujia heard her proclamation, he almost coughed blood in response. It wasn’t because he despised Lan Mingyue but because he was once asked for marriage by a girl and that was his disciple, Feng Huang.

“Come to think of it, I wonder how she’s doing now in the Nether Universe,” he wondered and coughed a bit before landing his gaze on Ming Ze, who was red all over. He then stretched his lips into an evil smile and appeared in front of Ming Ze in an instant, his face replaced with a nonchalant expression—in just a split of a second.

With a slap on the face, Ming Ze was sent flying due to the impact from Yang Lujia’s palm. “I’m not surprised,” Yang Lujia muttered. “Boys like you won’t have a good future. Moreover, just the fact that you intended to harass the women here is something I cannot forgive.”

Yang Lujia’s eyes suddenly showed the intent to kill as soon as he said those words. What happened in the past could always trigger this hatred that he had long been bringing along with him—rooting from deep inside his heart.

Cai Hong, on the other hand, who was watching from the side, unconsciously shivered. Although Yang Lujia wasn’t emitting any of his qi, his instincts always kicked him in the back of his mind—telling him that this seemingly young-looking man was too dangerous.

“People like you who go around unpunished should be eliminated, whether it’d be in this world or in… in my world…” Yang Lujia mumbled as he landed a kick on Ming Ze’s body.

Ming Ze could not be identified by appearance anymore. His face was filled with bruises and wounds, and his whole body barely had any clothing to cover his private parts. Because of the impact of Yang Lujia’s two attacks, he was thrashed to the point of near death. Moreover, that wasn’t Yang Lujia’s full attack.

“I don’t intend to kill people like you leniently,” Yang Lujia said as his eyes flashed with a sharp light. “I’ll let you experience the physical and mental torture your victims have experienced, or even more. No matter what, you deserve it.”

Ming Ze finally realized his predicament, and his heart was filled with aches and regrets. If he had not done such things, would he now experience this kind of thing? But even after realizing that he was an idiot, offending a very strong righteous cultivator, Ming Ze still could not accept the fact that he was going to die at this point.

He could not die! He still had another dream to pursue—and that was to become as strong as the top 10 geniuses of the four regions!

Hence, he could not die!

‘No! I refuse to die here! Especially dying in the hands of a stranger, a person I do not know—’

ARGHHH!

He screamed in excruciating pain after he felt one of his arms crushed into meat paste by just a stare from Yang Lujia, whose eyes had already turned purple.

“S-Stop… my master—”

“Don’t bother talking,” Yang Lujia said in a tone that wanted to slaughter. “If your master is a mere peak Saint King, then he’s just like an ant to me even if he comes here to find revenge for you.”

Ming Ze unconsciously stopped pleading and swallowed his own words. Then, he changed to another tactic out of panic about being killed on the spot by the other party.

“S-Sir… p-please… give me a-another chance—”

“Enough with your pretentious act. I don’t give a damn about it. I also don’t give second chances to people like you. Besides, every second chance I give to people is more expensive than your measly life. If I let you live, wouldn’t you be a threat to every woman in the future? Just be thankful that I’m redeeming and washing your soul away to make up for the sins you accumulated all these years,” Yang Lujia ruthlessly replied.

“Host, before you explode him, there’s another rule lingering around his body. It’s the rules of lust. You should know, host, that there is also a name for a group of rules. The rules of lust are just a part of the Rules of Seven Sins. Besides the rules of lust, you also encountered the other one just before—the rules of devouring or gluttony. They are both as rare as the rules of the soul.”

Yang Lujia himself was quite surprised. Although he could see the scarlet-tinted rules of lust, he did not know what it was—but his instincts were telling him that cultivating or comprehending such rules was a sin!

Moreover, just like what Fortuniel said, it seemed like Ming Ze was just trying to marry Lan Mingyue to cultivate this other rule he had inside of him. “But did he know all along that he had comprehended the rules of lust?”

“Presumably,” Fortuniel replied.

“Then, it even magnified my purpose of killing him! If I let him live, who knows what he’ll do? What if he’ll hurt my disciple or the people I know just for the sake of making himself stronger?”

Yang Lujia felt a determination he had never felt before. Perhaps his emotions that had long been dead have once again been awakened. For 15 years, he stayed in the War Dragon Sect without feeling any of these types of negative emotions—only at this moment.

“But before killing him, just like what I said, I want him to suffer first.”

Just like that, the physical and mental torture Yang Lujia had inflicted on Ming Ze had escalated to the point where the latter could no longer draw a breath. Initially, he was driven crazy. After losing his mental fortitude, he submitted to his death and just chose to lie down on the ground—completely lifeless.

Even the spirit he had nurtured by cultivating the Path of the Spirit was no more. Yang Lujia crushed his soul with his bare hands, causing the witnesses to tremble in utter shock. They could not have predicted that such a strong person would appear in this remote region of Da Shikong!

“Is he a Saint Emperor from any of the palaces?” Cai Hong was now beginning to realize that comparing this young-looking man to the geniuses of the four regions was like comparing an ant to a huge dragon.

As he recalled those purple eyes that shone at Ming Ze, he did not even dare to continue thinking about it. It was simply terrifying. “When did such a man appear here?”

On the other hand, Hai Tao did not hesitate to commit suicide after seeing his senior brother being effortlessly tortured until he was killed. It shocked him to the core, leaving a mental trauma in his mind that could possibly turn into his heart demon.

Meanwhile, Yang Lujia closed his purple eyes and opened them again. Flames then began to emerge from the body of Ming Ze, burning his physical body into nothingness. It was the kind of flame that wasn’t cold nor hot—just average—but it was definitely something more powerful than ordinary flames, or even able to stand amongst and against the most extraordinary ones.

At least that was how Cai Hong evaluated such flames.

When Yang Lujia’s eyes turned to look at him, Cai Hong quickly lowered his head. “S-Senior, this junior doesn’t dare to oppose you! It’s just that my senior brothers are like that. I always wanted to stop them, but I just couldn’t them for they are superior to me in the hierarchy of disciples—”

Yang Lujia suddenly smiled. His anger that was surging from earlier finally cooled down. “Say no more. I want to take you under my wing. Do you want to serve me? I won’t restrict your freedom and I will provide you with resources not inferior to whatever the Saint Kings or above them could offer. Only if you betray me will you end up like your senior brothers.”

“S-Senior…” Cai Hong was initially stunned, but when he realized that he had been standing for too long, even after Yang Lujia invited him to join, he quickly snapped out of his daze and passionately said, “Yes, sir!”

Yang Lujia’s face then turned serious. “Now, tell me, since you’re from the Autonomous Region, what is above the Saint King Realm? Is it the so-called Saint Emperor Realm?”