The Legend Of Futian Chapter 390


Chapter 390: Reason For Becoming A Disciple
Chapter 390: Reason For Becoming a Disciple
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"Is it not good to be alive?" Mr. Du's calm voice erupted in the ears of the king of Qin, sending a wave of coldness down his spine. Even though Mr. Du had not released any might, his words alone still had such a power, the power to instill fear into the king of Qin.

"Junior..." College Chief Xiao stared at Mr. Du with a solemn expression.

"I have no other choice." Mr. Du scratched his head as if he felt somewhat speechless.

Roar! Suddenly, the howl of dragon erupted and shook the earth. On Book Mountain, many College disciples were astonished and actually felt their blood boiling. The powerful howl came from the king of Qin. Then, an appalling dragon charged out from his body and flew into the sky. A terrifying golden claw struck out towards Mr. Du's head. The two were too close to each other and the attack was too violent. Moreover, the person who made the attack was the king of Qin. Nobody below the Sage Plane would survive such a surprise attack. At this instant, every single person on Book Mountain stared at Mr. Du, their hearts racing.

Mr. Du, however, did not die. The golden dragon claw remained in midair. Many illusory dragons charged out from the frightening claw, howling, but even such a strong attack did not manage to kill Mr. Du.

Time seemed to be frozen. Mr. Du just stood there quietly. The monstrous dragons tried to engulf his body, but they were blocked by an invisible radiance. The flowing radiance seemed to be indestructible. Furthermore, the radiance slowly enveloped the body of the king of Qin.

The king of Qin started trembling. He was astonished, frightened, and puzzled.

"Sage..." The king of Qin could feel his heart sink. He looked at Mr. Du but only saw him staring back with his usual calmness and quietness. The king's look changed continuously. Then he asked, "Why? Why do rumors claim that you do not know how to cultivate?"

"How many people in the world dare to say that they know how to cultivate?" Mr. Du replied.

"But why did you not attack us?" The king of Qin was still lost. He thought that he had already exerted enough pressure. If Mr. Du was really so powerful, why did he not destroy the Qin Dynasty? He had never once assumed that Mr. Du really did not how to cultivate, for he did not dare to underestimate a person who could teach Sword Saint and Gu Dongliu. However, Mr. Du had always kept a low-profile which made him feel that although Mr. Du could cultivate, he would only be as strong as College Chief Xiao, or perhaps even slightly stronger. But he would certainly not be a sage. Otherwise, why would he only make his move now?

"Am I not attacking you now?" Mr. Du said slowly. Then, the dazzling radiance brought the body of the king of Qin up into the sky. All of a sudden, an illusory figure appeared behind the king of Qin. His pupils seemed to have turned gray and a horrifying will charged towards Mr. Du. At this instant, many illusions appeared on Book Mountain. Many evil dragons seemed to have emerged in the sky above the mountain, blotting out the sky and the sun.

Countless people were bewildered as they stared at the frightening illusions before them. Many also felt scared. The two elders from Qin Dynasty went beside the king of Qin and released a similar power. It was as if they had turned into Death. A face formed from dark current appeared in the sky and looked down at Book Mountain.

"Who dares to touch my descendant?" An extremely cold voice erupted, causing many people on Book Mountain to feel frozen.

The king of Qin? His descendant? It was said that the Qin Dynasty had opened the tomb of their ancestors. It seemed that they had actually found a will left behind by their ancestors.

The scene was too scary. Everyone felt that their bodies were enveloped by death. Was this the real reason why Qin Dynasty dared to come to the College?

Mr. Du raised his head to look at the illusory figure in the sky and said emotionlessly, "Your descendant has been unfilial. I'm helping you to teach him a lesson." An endless amount of dark current flew in the sky as the eyes of death stared at Mr. Du. Then, the dark current charged down wildly toward every corner of the College.

Mr. Du extended his hand to the sky. In the next instant, an enormous palm print appeared above Book Mountain. The palm print stood between the sky and the earth and covered the entire Book Mountain. The endless dark current collided onto the palm, but sharp Sword Will and blazing flames also appeared on the enormous palm.

The palm print expanded rapidly and covered the entire sky. The palm print was like a world by itself, while its fingers were like five mountains. The Sword Will at its center was powerful enough to penetrate through the sky, and the divine flames that had filled the sky could burn the world into nothingness. The Sword Will and flames merged together. All the people from the Qin Dynasty were enveloped by the palm print.

"No…" The king of Qin and the others from Qin Dynasty felt an endless fear engulfing them. They tried to ascend into the air in an attempt to escape, but they quickly realized that the palm print seemed to have frozen space. They could not move at all and a heavy gravity pulled them downwards. Instead of escaping, they were only sinking down.

"It seems that the only thing that can solve everything is still power. In this world, the biggest thing is indeed the fist." Mr. Du gave a self-mocking smile. He closed his palm slightly and in the sky, the enormous palm print started to clench.

"Mr. Du, please!" many people begged. However, at the moment, Mr. Du was not merciful at all. The palm print clenched directly. Accompanied by an ear-piercing bang, everything turned into ashes. The palm print turned into Spiritual Qi and slowly dissipated. Sunlight poured down from the sky, but everything in the sky was gone. There was no more dark current, neither was there any cultivator from Qin Dynasty; there was only some willpower that had remained behind. Everything else had turned into insignificant pebbles in the long river of history. With that clench, the Qin Dynasty had completely turned into the history of the Eastern Barren Territory.

On Book Mountain, countless people trembled and were shocked beyond words. Nobody could adequately describe their feelings at the moment.

The enormous palm print had changed the era in one move.

Was this the real Mr. Du? He was the Mr. Du who was said not to know how to cultivate but had nurtured the best disciples in the Eastern Barren Territory.

Countless people stared at the old man, and their eyes were filled with respect and fanaticism. The disciples from the College, Sword Saint Mountain, and Moon Clan all had only one feeling. Mr. Du from the Cottage was unquestionably the strongest person in the Eastern Barren Territory.

The old man slowly withdrew his hand. Feeling the countless fanatic looks, he heaved a long sigh. Then, he looked at College Chief Xiao and said, "Why is it so difficult to keep a low-profile?"

Cough… College Chief Xiao was instantly drawn back into reality and looked at Mr. Du speechlessly. However, Mr. Du only put his hands behind his back and walked away slowly.

'This b*stard… He is still in the mood to feel complacent..." College Chief Xiao cursed softly.



On the path between Sky Mountain and Book Mountain, a group of cultivators was traveling in the air. They were precisely Sword Saint, Zhuge Hui, Gu Dongliu, Ye Futian, and the rest. After resting for a while, they started their journey to Book Mountain.

"Brothers and sister, will anything happen to the Cottage?" Ye Futian asked, feeling somewhat worried. Since Qin Yu had intercepted them here without the king of Qin, he had very likely gone to Book Mountain. Apart from that, Ye Futian had also offended the cultivators from the Barren State.

"Don't worry. The master is there, so nothing will happen," Gu Dongliu replied.

Ye Futian's eyes sparkled, after which he asked again, "What level is our master at?" He would be an idiot if he really believed that Mr. Du did not know how to cultivate.

"Sage," Gu Dongliu said directly. Ye Futian's eyes brightened. It seemed that he had been worrying for nothing.

"Actually, I worry for the master," Sword Saint suddenly said. "Cultivators from the Barren State had come here, and Qin Dynasty also forced us so tightly. I think that the master has to display his powers."

Both the second sister and third brother kept quiet. This caused a strange expression to appear on Ye Futian's face—since the master was a sage, why should they worry?

"Little brother, do you know how we became the disciples of Mr. Du?" Sword Saint suddenly asked Ye Futian.

Ye Futian shook his head.

"I'm an orphan. Many years ago when I was young, I wanted to enter a small clan to learn broadsword techniques. However, I was rejected because my talents were too poor. I could not even go up the mountain. Someone pointed at a stone wall at the foot of the mountain and told me that if I could carve a word on the wall, they would let me onto the mountain. I took my broadsword and attempted for three months. Finally, I managed to make a very light mark onto the wall. Excited, I tried to enter the clan but was chased out again. An old man passed by the told me that I was too stupid to cultivate and that I should follow him to do miscellaneous work. Disheartened, I decided to follow him." Thinking about his past, a warm smile appeared on Sword Saint's face. He would never forget this.

"Then you became Sword Saint in the Eastern Barren Territory..." Ye Futian blinked his eyes. It was really a simple story.

"Second sister, how about you?" Ye Futian asked curiously.

"I forgot," Zhuge Hui said. Ye Futian was totally speechless.

"She ran away from her home that time and her family members were all looking for her. Master told her that there was a good place where she would never be found by her family. So he brought her to the Eastern Barren Territory," Sword Saint said, smiling.

"Err..." Ye Futian did not know what to say.

"What about third brother?" Ye Futian asked again.

"That's even simpler. That year when the master brought your second sister out to play, they met your third brother. I heard that after seeing your second sister, your third brother decided to follow them and would never leave again," Sword Saint said.

"..." Ye Futian was somewhat dazed. Were these really the three Cottage disciples who had become famous in the world? What amazing reasons they had for becoming disciples of Mr. Du...