Chapter 21: Little Boy, Fortuniel

YANG LUJIA IMMEDIATELY regained the bland expression on his face. He coughed and immediately issued an explanation for the Sect Master to understand the current situation.

"Sect Master, before you ask, I'd like you to know that they are technically not my disciples, but my grandfather's disciples. They just call me master in respect of my grandfather. They're also here to protect my safety." With his hands on his back, Yang Lujia looked at his two cheerful disciples.

"Why…" The Sect Master stood frozen. Because when he tried to probe into Lin Diyu and Long Guang's cultivation, he almost vomited blood. However, he turned pale in fright. "I can't actually see through them?"

"What's wrong, Sect Master?" Yang Lujia asked and said, with a smile stretched on his face, "You must be feeling unwell, but my grandfather's disciples are already Mahayana Emperors. Compared to you and the other masters in the sect, they're pretty weak to boot."

"The fuck?" the Sect Master unconsciously blurted out.

Long Guang was confused about what this old man and his master were talking about. However, he soon clapped and yelped in delight. In his mind, he thought the master and the old man were friends. So, without reservation, he flew off from Lin Diyu's embrace and went near the old man.

The Sect Master was almost startled to death and pressed himself down on the ground, too stunned to utter a word. Especially those heart-pounding claps. This wasn't a child in front of him. He viewed Long Guang as a monster. Moreover, Long Guang felt more like a non-human child. After all, he never knew Long Guang was a dragon.

Long Guang blinked his eyes as he stared at the old man with interest. "Fwend? Master?"

"Long Guang, come here," Yang Lujia said. "You, too, Diyu."

"Master?" Lin Diyu didn't question his master's actions anymore as he thought, "Master should really like being low profile. I should follow that rule of his. But this time, the old man should know our identity. So, there's nothing wrong with telling him everything or knowing us, right? Also, the master has a grandfather? How strong is his grandfather if master was already this strong?"

Soon enough, Lin Diyu and Long Guang both came to Yang Lujia's side and stared at the Sect Master whose posture looked like someone who was about to shit. When Yang Lujia witnessed this, he was initially taken aback. The posture, the pale face, the Sect Master looked like a statue he had seen from Earth, a woman statue at that, wearing a flowy and shining dress while lying down seductively.

"Eh? Sect Master? What's the matter?"

Yang Lujia's disciples had the same reaction. It was really too abrupt for the Sect Master to have such a reaction. After all, the Sect Master shouldn't be that weak. His grandfather once told him that he fought with the Sect Master before. They exchanged blows for a long time until they both surrendered. Although his grandfather told him that he was stronger than the sect master, he was also told to keep his feet on the ground when facing the Sect Master. The Sect Master should be more powerful than he was when he fought his grandfather.

In contrast, the Sect Master was terrified by the aura emanating from Yang Lujia's disciples. He had met Mahayana Emperors before, like Yang Lujia's grandfather—but these disciples' auras were just too much for him to bear! He was, even so, stupid to probe into their cultivation level while he was merely a Tribulation Transcending Realm cultivator. Fuck.

"Let's leave first, Diyu, Long Guang. It seems like the Sect Master entered into some kind of enlightenment. He must have comprehended something while trying to look like that," Yang Lujia analyzed.

Lin Diyu and Long Guang understood what their master meant. After all, their cultivation made them more knowledgeable about things related to cultivation.

With Long Guang sitting on Yang Lujia's shoulders and Lin Diyu beside him, the trio walked down the mountain. While walking down, Yang Lujia made sure to use some stealth techniques to isolate their position and not alert any of the disciples' attention.

As for the preaching, it could happen at some other time. It also looked like the Sect Master should not be coming out from seclusion anytime soon.

"Oh, right, Diyu, Long Guang, how's your rest? Have all of your injuries healed?" Yang Lujia asked as he put Long Guang on the wooden circular table in the middle of his courtyard's front.

Lin Diyu just nodded while Long Guang happily clapped his hands. It actually became his habit to clap. Although he was only a ten-year-old child, his claps actually contained the mystery of some kind of technique. If Lin Diyu or Yang Lujia weren't as strong as Long Guang, they should have already fainted from the ear-piercing clapping of the second disciple.

This was the power of someone who took the Path of Dominance. With their actions, even simple or leisure ones, they could dominate other parties. Yang Lujia wondered if he also possessed this kind of path. He actually wasn't aware of his path himself. After all, until this moment, his cultivation level remained unknown.

"I could've healed you with my cultivation, but I chose to heal yourselves. I don't want my disciples to be so dependent on me. If sometime later, I'm gone, who will be able to take care of the both of you? This is why you need to get stronger."

Yang Lujia almost vomited some of the "wine" he had drank since then. "I actually sounded like a parent caring for his children."

[Ding! System Level 1 to Level 2 Upgrade Completed!]

[Main Mission Triggered: Insufficient System Level! Needs Upgrade!]

[Ding! The Host still has Ten Lottery Draws left from the System's Wheel of Fate! Will the Host draw ten consecutive lottery draws from the Wheel of Fate?]

"Finally!" Yang Lujia subconsciously screamed with a wide smile on his face. This led to his two disciples' bewilderment.

"Master? Hapi?" Long Guang said, his round eyes blinking and his head slowly tilting to the side.

Without heeding to his disciples' incoming queries, he threw the two of them into the respective worlds he created. He didn't want to be interrupted by them for the rewards the system gave him.

"System, what's the purpose of the upgrade? What's the new function?"

[The System has gained its own consciousness and some lost memories. It can now be separated from the Host's body and transform into the Host's appearance.]

"What?" Yang Lujia's face twitched. "What's the use of it, though?"

[Honestly, nothing. However, please be rest assured that only you are able to see the system's appearance.]

Yang Lujia was dumbfounded. He thought the system would give him another ability. But the outcome was contrary to his expectations. "Then, can you let me see your appearance?"

[Okay.]

Soon enough, a glaringly blue sphere came out of Yang Lujia's forehead. It then gradually transformed into a human boy. To be exact, it even looked younger than Long Guang. When Yang Lujia looked at the boy, whose eyes were still closed, his eyes widened in surprise.

This was his appearance when he was still seven years old!

"Detected unclaimed rewards! Please claim them, Host!"

Yang Lujia had an unnatural look on his face. He stared straight at the boy in front of him and stripped him of his clothes. When he lowered the boy's pants, he couldn't help but look at that little boy down there. It was exactly the same size as his when he was still seven. Too unprecedented.

"Detected unclaimed rewards! Please claim them, Host!"

Yang Lujia quickly dressed the boy back up. He felt guilty about stripping himself. It was like sexually abusing yourself. That was practically sexual harassment!

"Okay, but while you're at it, do you have a name?"

"No, Host."

"Can I name you?"

"Yes, you may, Host."

"How about I give you a name, Little Boy?"

The boy's cheeks actually puffed up and he even crossed his arms. "Please change the name, Host. It's not valid."

"Huh?" Yang Lujia was surprised. "Then… what about… Fortuniel?"

The boy's eyes lit up. "Fortuniel, it is, Host!"

Yang Lujia sighed. He feels very good every time he names something.

"Then, can you issue the rewards now?"

"Yes!" Fortuniel unexpectedly went back to his head. "Host needs to be reminded that the Fortuniel cannot issue any of the rewards without going back to the Host's body."

"Oh, alright… by the way, can I see my cultivation realm now?"

"No. Host should be clear about this; his cultivation realm shall be kept secret until he leaves the five realms."

"Fine," Yang Lujia compromised, as he sighed. "But can you at least let me see my information panel?"

[Name: Yang Lujia (Luke Yang)]

[Race: Human Void]

[Cultivation: Unknown]

[Bodies: Unknown Body, Abysmal Chaos Body, Avatar Dragon Body]

[Bloodlines: Unknown Bloodline, Dragon Emperor Bloodline, Chaos God Bloodline]

[Scriptures: Supreme Heavenly Scripture, Asura Blood Scripture, Dragon Emperor Scripture, Space Distortion Scripture, Divine Beginning Scripture…]

[Treasures: War Dragon Hammer, Heavenly Crib, Underworld Scythe, Wheel of Fate]

[Created Worlds: Blood World, Dragon World]

[Ding! Congratulations to Host for issuing the Ten Lottery Draws from the System's Wheel of Fate! Host obtains the qualification to enter the Pan Gu's Ancestral Ruins…]