Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System-Chapter 77 Embodiment Of The Spirit Race

AHEAD OF THEM, Yang Lujia and Lin Diyu noticed some not-so-loud music of mayhems. It had them piqued, particularly the tiny voices that were inaudible on their side.

As for the guy who fell unconscious, they had long ignored him.

“Let’s go over there, it seems like something interesting is happening,” he said to his disciple. “Diyu, in this world of cultivation, you have to learn to be sly. For example, in this situation.”

Lin Diyu revealed a confused look and stared at his master with a questioning glance. f𝑟e𝒆𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗oѵ𝐞𝗹.c૦𝑚

“Yes, like this one. Let’s go fish in troubled waters. After their fight is over, we’ll get everything they’re fighting for.” Yang Lujia’s eyes then revealed something different.

“Master is always so wise!” Lin Diyu immediately praised in his heart.

“But I have a feeling that one of the two sides is our enemy. Unfortunately, I cannot recklessly extend my mental power here. Otherwise, I should’ve already known their identities and what they’re fighting for.”

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“You despicable, Echinemon Race! Why are you trying to attack the Spirit Race? Aren’t you afraid of angering our Spirit Race Queen?” A woman, her chest heaving, felt very indignant.

A group of men with tails behind their backs waving with the course of the wind merely snickered at what this lady told them. One of them even scoffed.

“Ptui! If you can probably get out from the Valley of Gods from onward, you will only suffer miserably.”

The woman’s eyes shrank and slowly asked, her voice shaking, “What you are all planning?”.

“Plan? Are you even worthy of knowing our plans when you clearly don’t have any way out right now?” This man then turned to a young-looking man standing steps away from them. “Young Patriarch, shouldn’t we dispatch them, right away?”

“Just wait for a moment. I want to see if any of them has some smelly feet. Look at that man over there, he has fat breasts. Bring him to me,” the young-looking man said.

“Young Patriarch Dilao, isn’t this inappropriate? The patriarch especially told us not to spare any one of these Spirit Race’s future pillars,” another man said, his face contorting unnaturally.

Zhao Dilao glared at them and said, “What does it matter to you? If I say bring him to me, bring him to me. I can explain to my father about this matter. Also, you don’t have to worry. There are only three of them. That woman was also injured by the beast they encountered on the way. I can confidently take her on.”

During the Festival of Races, the Echinemon Race gained more spots in the top ten compared to the Spirit Race. However, this didn’t deny the fact that the woman who was said to be the Spirit Race Queen’s daughter was the strongest of them all.

She was not some ordinary peak-level God Emperor. Even her strength could compete with her mother’s. Therefore, Zhao Dilao only came in second, which, however, did not infuriate him.

Of course, that was because it didn’t really matter whether he won or not. Reputation wasn’t the most important thing in his life. Instead, things like people with smelly feet, men with large or fat breasts, and prioritizing his cultivation level, were the most significant ones to him.

“Zhao Dilao, you’re taking it too far!” the woman screamed, extremely aggrieved by their current situation.

‘Do we really have to submit to fate this time?’

“Jing Shen, although you’re the most talented living being I have ever met other than myself, you’re still worth nothing compared to me.”

Gritting her teeth while squeezing her wounded arm, she looked at the other party fiercely. As her name suggested, she was the embodiment of spirits themselves. Whenever she used her real strength, her opponent would tremble.

She did not even give a fart on Zhao Dilao during the Festival of Races.

However, ever since they were pursued by a beast whose cultivation was not any lower than hers—no, it was even higher—her foundation was severely injured.

At this moment, what she could conjure were merely basic characters (or words) that could pose no threat to these geniuses from the Echinemon Race.

“No, I won’t resign to this kind of fate. I must fight them no matter what!” Jing Shen suddenly shouted with vigor and rushed toward the other party’s group.

This act took them aback.

“Jing Shen, you actually chose to use a forbidden technique from your race. Even I, Zhao Dilao, did not dare to use any forbidden technique from my clan!” he said, swiftly dodging her illusionary attack. “Your illusion was still quite strong. It actually caught one of us.”

This time, only three of the four echinemons he brought with him were alive. The other one was already pierced through by Jing Shen’s attack. He didn’t even see her write a single character in the air.

‘Is this the forbidden technique of their race? If it is, then this is even more terrifying that their current ability. Fortunately…’

“Jing Shen, just give up. Using that forbidden technique could reduce your cultivation the longer the time you use it. You should stop if you want to live.”

“Princess! You shouldn’t do that!” another genius from the Spirit Race immediately warned Jing Shen about this. However, the latter just ignored her.

As to what Zhao Dilao said, Jing Shen just sneered, her lips smeared with blood. “I thought you’re going to take my life? Are you afraid of me now, Zhao Dilao?”

“Why would I be afraid of you, bitch? Bring it on!” With this, he instantly transformed into his original form, an echinemon.

Quickly, his clothes were torn apart, exposing his bare body. This made Jing Shen want to vomit blood.

However, as soon as he grew some silvery fur, she became vigilant. It was said that once the echinemons transformed from their human forms, they’d become more powerful than they are. Even their fur could each become a lethal weapon that could catch their opponents off guard.

Especially the demonic power they had within them.

Unknowingly, Zhao Dilao already appeared behind her.

Jing Shen pushed her feet up and flashed forward as soon as the other party’s claws were about to scratch her back. Fortunately, she was fast enough to dodge. Looking at Zhao Dilao’s ‘animalistic’ face, she disdained him more in her heart.

“You look ugly in your true form,” she said, plucking one hair from her head. Amazingly, it transformed into a viridescent sword. It was actually shining, complimenting her greenish hair.

Zhao Dilao, however, wasn’t angered. Walking back and forth in front of her, he never let her escape his gaze. “Bitch, you can’t escape this time. I won’t stop until I will be able to kill you, even if it means sacrificing myself.”

“Zhao Dilao, you don’t look like someone who would sacrifice for someone. Even if it’s for your dad. So, why are you saying this?”

“It’s useless to talk. Let’s settle this with fists—”

“You mean, claws.”

“Whatever!” Zhao Dilao rolled his eyes and instantly ran towards Jing Shen. “Boys! Attack the other two! Spare that man with fat breasts! He still has some use for me!”

“You!” Jing Shen was infuriated. She was trying to stall time for them to find the other races.

Who could’ve expected that this fellow was too despicable to not let her own friends go?

On the other hand, the burly man from the Spirit Race only wanted to kill himself after being coveted by Zhao Dilao.

Exerting all her strength, she uttered a word, “Perish.”

An invisible pressure weighed on Zhao Dilao’s body and he immediately sank to the ground. Thinking about what she said, he then realized something.

“It seems like this forbidden technique of yours involves the use of the tongue. Whatever you say will happen as long as you’re strong enough. Unfortunately, it’s not gonna work for me. Hahaha! Your cultivation has already dropped, Jing Shen! I’m stronger now!”

Immediately, he shattered the pressure Jing Shen had put him in.

However, before Zhao Dilao could proceed to attack her, another gust of pressure appeared once more. “What is this? Wait…”

This wasn’t pressure! This was something else!

He turned to look in the direction where the wave of pressure came from. As his gaze finally landed on that figure, he saw the young man’s posture. He also had another company.

When his eyes met this figure in green, his body unconsciously trembled.

“You, from the Echinemon Race, are the most despicable living beings I have known in my life,” the other party said, showing an angry expression. “I, Cao Nima, swore to the Gods that I will find you all and slaughter you all!”

Zhao Dilao backed away.

On the other hand, Jing Sheng looked at Zhao Dilao in surprise. Why was this fellow seemed so fearful to this young man?

Trying to find out the young man’s true cultivation level, she was immediately shocked. She couldn’t see through him. It was even appropriate to say he was only a mortal.

Jing Sheng then stared back at Zhao Dilao’s sour expression. She knew that the Echinemon Race’s members had always had the best survival instincts among the six races. It was a special trait of theirs, making them survive for hundreds and thousands of years.

Their whole foundation was probably the most stable, apart from their Spirit Race.

“Who are you?” Zhao Dilao asked carefully.

Yang Lujia’s face instantly darkened. “Are you an idiot? I just said my name is Cao Nima, right? You, what’s your name?” He then began his probing.

It made the other boys from the Echinemon Race stop fighting as well. They also lent their ears and eyes to the current situation.

“What’s happening? Why is young patriarch acting like he’s afraid?” Those were the kind of questions going about inside their minds at the moment.

On their way here, Yang Lujia already had an idea. Apart from that, he was also having a bad premonition, so he naturally watched first on the sidelines.

After confirming that this kid who transformed was the Zhao Dilao he had longed to find, he couldn’t sit still and wanted to capture him. Firstly, he had to make him believe it was his first time seeing him.

However, that bad premonition he had been feeling never disappeared.

He knew that something wrong was going on.