The Legend of Futian

Ye Futian was somewhat depressed. Since he started cultivating, he had never received such a severe emotional blow. He continued cultivating the spell given to him by his master and tried to understand what his master had said. Although he was improving slowly, he was still not close to succeeding. After a long while, he stopped and asked, “What spell did this old guy give me exactly?”

“It’s indeed difficult to learn. Master must be trying to upset you on purpose. Don’t be discouraged.” Hua Jieyu gave a sweet smile.

“My fox is the best.” Seeing the bright smile on Hua Jieyu’s face, Ye Futian opened his arms and added, “Come and encourage me then.”

“No! I’m going to cultivate as well.” Hua Jieyu glanced at him, pouting prettily in embarrassment. Then, she turned around and similarly tried to understand Mr. Du’s words previously.

“What a disobedient girlfriend…” Ye Futian muttered, after which he closed his eyes. Instead of continuing to cultivate spells, he started to sense his surroundings with his mind. His Spiritual Energy communicated with Spiritual Qi around him as his senses swam in the endless Spiritual Qi.

Over these days, he had learned many spells and had indeed benefited much. While these spells were mostly mediocre and probably useless in future battles, learning them still helped in his cultivation.

It became completely silent. A gentle wind blew over the bushy grass patches, causing them to feel comfortably cool. Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu were both sitting there quietly and closing their eyes. At the moment, Ye Futian felt as if he no longer had a physical body. His Spiritual Energy seemed to have filled every corner of the sky and earth. In his senses, he had turned into an ancient tree. All the wood-elemental Spiritual Qi around him was part of the ancient tree.

Suddenly, many branches and vines appeared out of thin air in the space around Ye Futian, producing a splashing sound. With his body as the center, countless branches and vines swept outwards wildly, blotting out the entire sky. In an instant, they flooded everything around him, as if they were everywhere. His body, on the other hand, was like a divine tree, the source of everything.

Puff… Ye Futian opened his eyes and stared at the scene in front of him. It was still the same spell Lock of a Thousand Vines, but when he followed his master’s instructions and cast it carefully, it was indeed much more powerful than previously.

Hua Jieyu also awoke in surprise. Looking at the scene in front of her, she smiled brightly. Although Ye Futian had not learned Mr. Du’s spell, he had already improved a lot. This meant that at the very least his method was correct.

Ye Futian grinned and continued to cultivate. He cast various spells at a lower speed, but their powers increased significantly. While cultivating, he also discussed their experiences with Hua Jieyu. In the blink of an eye, it was already close to dusk.

The radiance from the setting sun poured onto Ye Futian’s face, making his angular face look even more handsome. Hua Jieyu sat beside Ye Futian with her knees bent. She supported her cheeks with her hands and stared at Ye Futian, smiling.

At the moment when Ye Futian opened his eyes, he immediately saw Hua Jieyu’s exquisite face. Smiling, he asked, “What are you looking at?”

“You!” Hua Jieyu smiled sweetly. Why is this guy looking better and better?

Ye Futian blinked and grinned. “If you continue doing this, I’ll think about inappropriate stuff.”

“About what?” Hua Jieyu smiled and looked at him.

“About doing it right now.”

“You don’t dare to!” Hua Jieyu blushed and looked even more stunning under the sunset.

“Just see if I dare.” Ye Futian suddenly leaped forward and pushed Hua Jieyu onto the ground. Hua Jieyu screamed as she fell down. Noticing that Ye Futian was staring blankly at her, she did not dare to look into his eyes. She turned her head away and her cheeks were blushing in embarrassment which made her even more attractive.

“Fox, you’re really pretty,” Ye Futian said.

Hua Jieyu turned her head back slowly and widened her eyes at Ye Futian. “Get up, quick.”

“Alright,” Ye Futian replied, smiling. However, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed gently on Hua Jieyu’s forehead.

“Let’s go and see father together.” Ye Futian stood up and also pulled Hua Jieyu up. Then, he grabbed her hand and they left the place together. Hua Jieyu just allowed him to hold her hands as they ran on the emerald-green grass path. Light from the falling sun showered down on the two, producing an everlasting picture.

…

Moon Clan and Sword Saint Mountain had both shifted to Book Mountain, so naturally, Ye Futian had also brought Hua Fengliu and the rest to Book Mountain.

They were currently staying in a house on the mountainside of the Cottage. When Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu reached the place, they immediately smelt waves of aroma.

“Master, Masteress, what good food are you making again?” Walking in, Ye Futian realized that dinner had already been prepared. Masteress and Aunt Tang were busy, while Yu Sheng, Yi Qingxuan, and Tang Wan were also helping.

As for those nobles and Luolan Xue, Ye Futian had already asked them to return to Ancient Loulan. They should clearly spend the annual year-end with their families. The disciples on Book Mountain whose homes were in the Divine Capital had also gone back.

Seeing the deluxe feast, Ye Futian grinned and said, “Master, I really envy you for being able to marry Masteress and Aunt Tang.”

Hua Fengliu glanced at him and said, “Jieyu, he’s referring to something.”

Ye Futian turned his head and saw Hua Jieyu staring at him, smiling.

“No… absolutely not.” Ye Futian smiled trembly.

“I don’t think so,” Yi Qingxuan commented as she carried a dish over.

“Yu Sheng, look at your girlfriend! What is she saying?” Ye Futian asked.

Yu Sheng glanced at Ye Futian in disdain. You’re so scared of your girlfriend and you asked me to take care of mine?

“What’s that look?” Ye Futian noticed Yu Sheng’s look. It seemed that Yu Sheng had already changed drastically.

“Futian, on Book Mountain you don’t have to call me Master,” Hua Fengliu said. Ye Futian naturally knew what he meant. At the moment, Ye Futian’s master was Mr. Du, so he should make certain things clear.

“Master, don’t worry about that. That old guy will not mind about these,” Ye Futian said. “Furthermore, it’s okay to have two masters.”

“Futian, Mr. Du is an amazing person. Don’t talk nonsense,” Nandou Wenyin said, walking over. Ye Futian turned speechless. Even the masteress was speaking for that old guy.

“Alright. I’ll listen to you,” Ye Futian nodded.

Nandou Wenyin smiled and said, “Let’s eat. After we finish you should go back to the Cottage early to accompany your master and seniors.”

“I have been with my master and seniors every day. Today I shall stay here,” Ye Futian said.

“It’s enough for Jieyu to accompany us. Who cares about you? Just finish eating and leave,” Hua Fengliu said, totally unconcerned. Ye Futian immediately looked as if he had been wronged. His position in the family was indeed unbeatable.

“What’s your level now?” Tang Wan asked Ye Futian curiously.

“Arcana Plane,” Ye Futian replied. “Jieyu and Yu Sheng as well.”

Tang Wan’s lips twitched as she was somewhat speechless. Their cultivation speed was really fast. If they were in Donghai they would already be famous.

Hua Fengliu and Tang Lan were also in the Arcana Plane.

“It has been over four years.” Hua Fengliu sighed as he recalled the past. In the year 9999, he came to know Ye Futian in Qingzhou Academy and took him as his disciple. Now, this disciple of his was almost as strong as he was. In the past, Ye Futian was even compared to the disciple of Art Saint, but now so many things had changed as if it was all merely a dream.

“Yup, I have also known Jieyu for over fours now,” Ye Futian nodded. On the exact same day four years ago, they held their hands beside Qingzhou Lake and confirmed their relationship.

“Tomorrow it will be the year 10004. You’ll both be 20.” Hua Fengliu looked at Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu. Time passed really fast.

“Yup, and I can get married,” Ye Futian said, grinning. Everyone widened their eyes at him. This guy was really not serious at all.

“Wait till you are as strong as your big or third brother. It’s too early now,” Tang Lan said.

“Aunt Tang, this is too much!” Ye Futian stared at Tang Lan pitifully.

Big brother and third brother were both grade one nobles and half-way into the Sage Plane. They were standing at the top of the Eastern Barren Territory. How long would he need?

“Let’s eat.” Tang Lan ignored Ye Futian, while Hua Fengliu and Nandou Wenyin laughed. Then, the family happily enjoyed the annual feast. They had not had such a warm time together for a very long time. However, Ye Futian felt really speechless when he was actually chased out after the meal. Luckily, Hua Fengliu did not cruelly take away Jieyu from him and allowed her to leave with him together.

After returning to the Cottage, Ye Futian ate again with Mr. Du and his seniors. Then, he went to chat with Ye Wuchen and Liu Chenyu. Without anyone realizing it, it was already late into the night. A crescent moon hung in the sky.

Beside the cliff in the back mountain of the Cottage, Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu were sitting on the grass. A melodious music spread out, adding some vitality to the silent space. The music was beautiful yet sad as if it was telling a very ancient story.

At the top of an ancient tree in the Cottage, a figure was standing quietly. Her white shirt swayed in the wind and she was like a fairy under the moon. Another person landed quietly on an ancient tree beside. He was similarly wearing a white shirt and his face was extraordinarily handsome. In the darkness, he stared at the lady in front of him. The lady, however, did not seem to have noticed him as she continued to gaze at the distance. The young man also did not speak and accompanied her in the silence.

“Little brother is amazing. Such a piece should only be present in heaven,” the lady said, smiling. It was the second sister, Zhuge Hui.

“You miss home?” Gu Dongliu asked.

“Why would I miss that place? Since I have left there, I’m not going back,” Zhuge Hui replied.

“One day, I’ll bring you back,” Gu Dongliu said.

“Can you?” Zhuge Hui turned around and looked at him.

Gu Dongliu did not say anything else. He flashed and left the place.

Zhuge Hui looked at the vanishing figure. Raising her head, she stared at the crescent in the sky.

…

At the highest place in the Cottage, there was also a person lying quietly on a rocking, drinking. It was a slovenly old man in ragged clothes. As he drank, he listened to the music and seemed to be enjoying himself.

“I’m really glad to be able to hear Ukiyo again in my life,” the old man muttered to himself, smiling. His look seemed to have penetrated across time as he recalled the past.

Over 300 years ago, the piece Ukiyo appeared along with the emperors of that generation.

How about now?