Chapter 1 – The Mystic Runes and the Mystic Stances (2/2)
The sentient sorting system categorised the quality of new students, from red to violet and there were seven levels named after colours of the rainbow. Red being the lowest and coincidentally what Ye Wei had. Thus, the tutors at South Star didn’t really expect Ye Wei to be more than a ten star student, and being a warrior was definitely out of the picture.
“Bullied and teased at school and on top of that, nobody in my family is interested in me!” Ye Wei kept self-reflecting. ”I would love to be a genius like Miss Zi Yan or a Warrior like my cousin Ye Zhong, the pride of our family. I wish to be admired as well…. why is reality so cruel!!”
Ye Wei carried too much remorse from his underachievements, it built up so much that he even tried the dangerous ‘booming’ multiple times, but failed to improve his Sentient. The booming was basically breaking and reforming Ye Wei Sentient.
Several years of penance which ultimately got himself nowhere. This pain was not something ordinary people could endure. Although Ye Wei never gave up and was constantly trying, it was all for naught.
Ye Wei sighed, he could feel a dry taste of bitterness lingering. Instead staring at the old book made of heavy cardboard paper with loose bindings on his table, he drew tornadoes on his desk, unconsciously, without paying attention to the class anymore. The whole book looked dirty and covered with chalk marks.
On the cover of this ancient book was a towering mountain, and the mountain had some kind of carving on it. However, the damage on the book blurred the carving to an unreadable state, but still, the carvings radiated a faint feeling of righteousness.
This rugged ancient book was salvaged from a pile of trash in the Ye family basement. Legend had it that Ye was a very influential family name, and had a deep rooted mystic history with it being a supreme family but the glory was all but submerged under the dust of history and the rise and fall of dynasties…… The present day Ye family was only a second rate, washed up family in the western border town of Green Moon City of the Zhou Dynasty.
Ye Wei carried on procrastinating and started stroking the cover of the ancient book; the kind of roughness his fingertips felt was somehow foreign, both the texture and sensation.
What he wasn’t aware of was the fact that a wave of energy was currently entering his body. Starting from the point of contact, like a stone thrown into a body of water, the energy spread and caused ripples on his skin. It surged and headed straight to his brain.
He yawned, a spell of sleepiness hit him hard causing him to close his eyes and in the next instant he was lying on the book deeply asleep.
This was one of those very long dreams. Ye Wei visualized a grand towering mountain that was green with lush pines and cypresses. If you really looked close enough, you could see millions of figures and lines all over the mountain; they seemed to resemble runic carvings which were moving in a wavelike motion, almost making it seem like the mountain was alive.. All of a sudden the mountain shattered into pieces of flame spitting rocks and before Ye Wei could do anything, one of rocks flew towards him. The mysterious lines on the rock came alive and left the rock to attach themselves onto Ye’s head; they immediately started drilling and boring, evolving and transforming into information on different kinds of mystic runes, giving Ye a monumental headache.
The mountain on the rugged ancient book cover disappeared silently….
Soon after, the book itself turned into fine dust, returning to nature with the summer breeze.
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Translator Note:
Lin Zi Yan: Means Violet-beauty