The Legend of Futian

Chapter 1: The Youth of the Present

Divine Prefecture Calendar, Autumn of Year 9999, East Sea, City of Qingzhou

Qingzhou Academy was a sacred place in the city of Qingzhou. Over half of the strongest individuals from the wealthiest families and most prominent clans had attended this academy. Thus, citizens of Qingzhou took pride in being able to develop themselves there. If the opportunity presented itself for one to attend the academy, they would undoubtedly study with the utmost diligence.

However, it seemed that not everyone felt this way. In a classroom in the academy, there was a young man fast asleep at his desk.

Lecturing at the front of the room was a young woman, clothed in a long teal dress. She took notice of this. A wave of anger flashed across her face as she made her way towards the young man, who was in a deep slumber.

Qin Yi was seventeen, and an official disciple of the academy, as well as a lecturer for outer sect disciples. She was blessed with a beautiful face and an alluring body. In the classroom, all eyes followed Qin Yi as she moved. Even when she was mad, every move she made was elegant.

“This guy again! I can’t believe he fell asleep during Senior Sister Qin’s lecture again.” It seemed as if the rest of the class had not noticed their sleeping classmate u[ until that point. Many of them did not know what to say. It was obviously not their first time witnessing this.

“Senior Sister Qin is serious eye candy. I don’t know how that guy could have fallen asleep,” whispered a fellow classmate.

Among all the lecturers, Qin Yi was without a doubt the most popular. The reason as to why was evident as soon as one laid eyes on her. She was considered a goddess by many. Her lectures were always made to a packed classroom. Falling asleep in Qin Yi’s classroom was seemingly impossible.

Qin Yi’s steps were light. She arrived at the young man’s side without making a sound. Standing in front of the desk as she eyed his face in deep slumber, her beautiful face frosted over.

“Ye Futian,” a soft voice said. The voice was not Qin Yi’s, however; it had come from behind Ye Futian.

As if he had heard his name called, Ye Futian’s body moved slightly. With his hands holding up his head, he slowly opened his eyes. Through his blurry vision he was able to make out two round peaks.

“So big,” Ye Futian muttered unconsciously. His voice was very soft, and he had only murmured to himself, In a quiet environment like this, however, his unexpected comment was heard loud and clear by the entire class. In an instant, everyone froze, then immediately grew angry again.

“I can’t believe it! How can he be so openly disrespectful to Senior Sister Qin?!”

“This shameless bastard.” Everyone’s gaze was fixed on Ye Futian, piercing him as sharp swords would, which caused him to shiver. He could feel that something was wrong. He shifted his gaze upward and away from the glorious view in front of him. His eyes landed on a face as exquisite as jade, but also filled with anger.
Uh…” Ye Futian was dumbfounded. It was Qin Yi! Had it not been Qingxue calling him?

Turning around, he saw the glaring eyes of a seemingly innocent 15-year-old girl.

Ye Futian took a glance at the young girl and immediately cursed under his breath. He had been played; no wonder the cup size had been wrong.

“Senior Sister Qin, I…” Ye Futian attempted to explain.

“Ye Futian,” Qin Yi coldly interrupted him. She asked, “What is the history behind the establishment of Qingzhou Academy?”

It was obvious Qin Yi wanted to avoid the awkwardness by changing the subject, but Ye Futian could clearly feel her anger radiating towards him. He could even feel the Will of Sword flowing through her body. It was as sharp as a knife, cutting into every inch of his body.