Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

Chapter 225 Cramped Emotions

Yang Lujia remained persistent. He still had the last ripple to overcome. If he could not even overcome the second ripple, would he still be worthy of a son to his extremely talented father?

But it was really too damn painful.

The banging and sharp sounds kept ringing in his ears—as though his eardrums would explode at any moment. He gritted his teeth and looked at the blank space. No matter what, this must be a trial left by his father to temper his persistence and willpower.

"Your Highness, your son is truly incredible! Look at him! He was still persisting! If I were the one who was there, I would have already exploded in anger!" The White Tiger felt amazed inside and saw Yang Lujia in a different light.

Before, he was filled with doubts about Yang Lujia. It was only because he held a deep respect for the latter's father that he dared not do anything to him. Nevertheless, after seeing Yang Lujia gnashing his teeth and steeling his nerves, he knew that he could not do the same thing.

However, the good-looking middle-aged man only furrowed his brows. It seemed like he was thinking about something. He did not reply to the White Tiger's comment as it did not seem appropriate.

Yang Lujia's consciousness was actually slowly fading despite him looking like he had some more willpower to spare. "Am I being too hard on him?" he muttered under his breath and sighed lightly.

When his servant, the man beside him who wore a white and hideous mask, heard what he said, he immediately replied, "Your Highness. It's not that you're being too hard on him. It's just that His Little Highness' willpower isn't enough yet. From here, I could tell that he was very strong—however, what he lacked is willpower. His Little Highness might have not encountered several life-and-death encounters. It was unlike Your Highness who had undergone such training."

The good-looking middle-aged man just smiled and shook his head. His servant could naturally not understand a father's love for their son. However, he knew that his servant's opinion was not unfounded. With his strength and perception, he could actually see through everything, and not even his son's cultivation could hide away from him. Although something was restricting him from peering into his own son's cultivation level, he still managed to measure it.

From that, he could tell that his son was more talented than he was before. Therefore, he needed not worry about his safety. However, just in case, before he left for the void, he managed to erect an array formation near the core of the array formation. If the Vengeful Pangolin saw who distorted the area which trapped her for a very long time, she would be stumped.

In her point of view, that space was simply unbreakable but it only took the good-looking middle-aged man to tear the space apart and even made a spatial crack.

Nevertheless, Yang Lujia's father knew about his son very well. He had been following him since day one. In the entire void, it could be that his son's birth was one of the most glorious days of the void.

It attracted the heavenly signs that signaled the birth of a prodigy. His son's heavenly signs were very massive and they lasted for three months before they dissipated—the longest among those of their tribesmen. Even he, as his father, was inferior in terms of talent.

As the good-looking middle-aged thought of something, he looked in the direction of the void, "I wonder how you're doing right now?" He clenched his fist for a while and threw his attention back at Yang Lujia.

His servant knew everything about his plight. Therefore, the former could only sigh. Despite being so powerful, they were still helpless against them. Hence, they could only succumb and wait for the right time to save someone.

The Red Qilin was oblivious to what the good-looking middle-aged man was saying. Simply because of the concealment array the man had done on his body. If he so wanted, however, he could still let the other two beasts hear what he said.

"Your Highness…" The Red Qilin was shocked.

That was because Yang Lujia already knelt on the ground. His face was covered in blood—as though he had just undergone torture—which would be an understatement given his current condition.

"He passed the second test… but there's still the third test… moreover… that one was even more exaggerated…" the Red Qilin said, hinting at something. "Shouldn't you…"

"No. Let him experience the feeling of life and death. That's the only way he could grow. What else would be the reason why I left him here on his own, even as an infant? I know that he's different from any other prodigies. Even when he was a child, his eyes were like an adult's. Moreover, his talent is higher than mine. After experiencing things like this, I wonder how strong he could grow in the future."

Yang Lujia's father smiled as he looked at his son. "Although you will not be able to pass the third test, I won't you force you to do it. Alright… my time is limited here… I still have matters to attend to…"

"Ehhhh?" The White Tiger and the Red Qilin felt speechless.

"Are you gonna leave us again, master?" the White Tiger pleaded with its eyes looking pitiful.

He really wanted to serve his master again.

"Do not worry. If he passes the test, you will eventually come back. However, don't do anything funny to him. He's still my son. If I ever found out that you are forcing him to do something, I will not let you off—even your real bodies wouldn't be able to escape my pursuit," Yang Lujia's father warned. "I, Yang Jinhai, would always stick to my principles. I won't feed my son with convenience. He will need to grow with himself, even if it means sacrificing the time I should have with him. When he is strong enough, anyway, I would always have time together with him and… her…"

When he said the last sentence, his words carried the melancholy of longing. It was heavy and was even more amplified by the gentle smile on his face. His servant, who had always been beside him, also shook his head.

"Master, His Highness, still loves her…" the servant thought.

However, when both of them were about to leave, the Red Qilin was suddenly stunned. Yang Lujia, who was initially kneeling, had already supported himself to his feet. Although his breathing was ragged, his eyes showed no fatigue. His will had been strengthened due to the power of sound always attacking him.

Although these sounds did not become louder and Yang Lujia had gradually become used to them, he knew that he would not hold on until he had found the most muffled sound among all. He searched for it through his hearing. However, he seemed unable to locate it further.

"Am I just going to give up?" Yang Lujia asked himself but soon balled his fists so that his fair skin was even wounded by how strong he clenched his hands. "No! Although I may not be as talented as he was, as they say, the son would eventually surpass his father. It was also the same as what I did on Earth. I was even capable of sending my father to prison and I did so—and even 'forcefully' inherited all of his assets and other properties!"

It was something that he had longed to do. His father was a ruthless man and he was also the reason why that would happen to her. If it were not for him, he would not have born a deep grudge against his father. Despite his father being the one who let him be born into existence, he could still not accept the fact that his father was some notorious figure.

And since his father was like that, and ever since her death, Yang Lujia decided to imitate him and be harsh on himself and others. That was why he betrayed several of his friends and relatives. Even his mother was not spared from this.

He did not have compassion back then. However, after he came to this world, he was able to feel the relief and freedom he had never felt before. His adoptive grandfather, Zhuquan De, never restricted Yang Lujia's movements. He would accompany him to other places for exploration. That was what he wanted as a child as he matured earlier than his peers.

Being forced to do an adult's thing when he was still a child was the kind of torture he would never imagine he would be born into. Shaking his head, he steeled himself and decided to bury those memories back in the depths of his heart. It only sprouted because the loud sounds stirred his emotions to the brim—that it almost made him become a demon.

"What was that?" Yang Lujia's father also noticed the change in his eyes. He then looked at his servant. "Did you also feel it?"

"Yes. Endless hatred. Anguish. A multitude of bottled-up emotions… I just wonder… I just wonder when did His Little Highness incur them… those emotions…"