Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind

Chapter 135 - 110: The Sword Opens the Mountain Gate (Part 2)

You Su couldn’t see the patterns on the stone door, but he could still feel a heavy sensation pressing down on him.

"Only those who are personally taught by the Elders are called True Disciples. Every True Disciple holds significant meaning for the Profound Sky Sect. Throughout the ages, countless geniuses have emerged, but not all who are exceptionally gifted can become part of the Xuanshao True Inheritance; only those with a firm disposition can enter the Divine Mountain and become True Disciples. Although the Thirteenth Elder is willing to take you as a disciple, it surely means an assessment has been made of your character, but the process must still be followed."

"This door is a divine relic passed down from five thousand years ago, said to have been personally carved by Immortal Ancestor Henggao, specifically for revealing one’s heart and nature, and is now kept by the Profound Sky Sect here. Everyone comes to the Divine Mountain with their own reasons and desires. See the mountain on the door, and you can see the desires in your heart. The key to opening the door lies within."

After hearing Mr. Liu’s explanation, You Su finally understood why Mr. Liu said this test was unfair to him. A blind person who can’t even see the mountain, how is he supposed to find the key?

"The Scripture Hall, although open to all disciples, is not because its library is mediocre, but because of its encompassing and accommodating foundation. Behind this door is the most precious collection of the hall. True Disciples who open the door can each obtain an ancient book."

"Is it possible for a True Disciple not to open the door?" You Su asked.

"Of course, those who fail in character should naturally be stripped of their True Disciple status. The Profound Sky Sect would never nurture a future threat. However, True Disciples are carefully selected by the Elders, so those who fail are very few."

Mr. Liu watched as You Su merely glanced silently at the stone mountain relief ahead, sighing inwardly. The eyes are the gateway to the soul, and lacking sight is a severe obstacle on the path of cultivation. He wasn’t optimistic about You Su’s future.

"If you can’t figure it out, I can open the door for you. After all, you’re blind, which is a special circumstance. However, I can’t guarantee what book you’ll get or even if you’ll get one at all."

Mr. Liu stroked his white beard, hoping to see some unease or discomfort on the face of this calm blind man, but saw nothing. You Su only silently stared at the stone door. Mr. Liu nodded quietly; the boy’s tenacity was admirable in itself.

He actually had long known about You Su’s blindness, as the honorable Grand Elder himself had come to give him a special privilege: if You Su could not open the door, Mr. Liu could open it for him.

"I want to try."

You Su suddenly spoke up, and Mr. Liu gazed at him in surprise:

"Can you see the mountain gate?"

You Su shook his head, for in his vision, there was only a vast blur of ancient cyan, the shape of the Divine Mountain shrouded in mist.

"If you can’t see the mountain gate, you can’t push the door open; why trouble yourself needlessly?"

Mr. Liu could understand You Su’s stubbornness and pride as a blind person. He was an unusual blind prodigy, yet blocked by a door due to his sightlessness. Not easily giving up was understandable.

You Su continued to face the mountain gate ahead, unmoved.

As he looked directly at the door, a spiritual sense unexpectedly arose—a sensation that something behind this door was calling to him.

This spiritual sense was incredibly strong and made You Su vividly aware that to obtain it, he could only open the door himself.

"Mr. Liu, your words are mistaken."

You Su took two steps forward, smiling:

"The Immortal Ancestor’s vast divine abilities created this door to reveal one’s true heart, not merely the mountain gate. Although dust obscures my eyes, my heart is no different from an ordinary person’s. How could a blind man not have the ability to see his true nature? Mr. Liu, do not underestimate the blind."

Mr. Liu stared blankly at You Su, whose demeanor suddenly changed drastically, realizing he’d underestimated this blind youth.

"Suit yourself, call for me if you can’t push it open; there’s no need to seek glory in the moment, young man."

Meanwhile, You Su’s Divine Sense had already completely covered the stone door, but unfortunately still could only outline its rough shape, unable to see its true form.

You Su frowned tightly; had he guessed wrong? Did the Immortal Ancestor really not consider the blind when creating this stone door?

With Mr. Liu beside him, You Su couldn’t force open his eyes, so he took a deep breath to calm himself.

This door was made to reveal one’s true heart; different hearts will yield different keys.

So what is my key?

Suddenly, at that moment, You Su felt a strange sensation at his waist. The Mo Song Sword was unable to hold back and trembled, responding to his confusion!

The sword was his key!

You Su sensed this, and with a "whoosh" sound, his Mo Song Sword was swiftly unsheathed, held before his chest, its blade pointed directly at the two magnificent stone doors carved with the full view of the Divine Mountain.

Mr. Liu was shocked and appalled by everything he saw. He observed how You Su’s entire Profound Qi intertwined tightly with the stone door, clearly entering a state of seeing one’s true heart through the door. He dared not reprimand or interrupt this audacious action, for the Grand Elder had told him:

If You Su could open the door, it would be an unprecedented act! Under no circumstances could he be disturbed!

So he watched the statue-like youth with the raised sword, feeling the increasingly intense sword momentum in this Spirit Platform Realm youth, entranced.

A voice, however, snapped him out of it:

"Hey, Old Liu, since when did you have a can of white magnolia tea on your table? This is premium tea, you old coot trying to keep it hidden, huh? Gotcha!"

The newcomer, an older man, was plump and affluent-looking but didn’t appear greasy or aged; he was Mr. Zhu, one of the twenty-three Junior Elders.

Mr. Liu returned to his senses, glared at the newcomer, and whispered furiously, "What are you yelling for? It’s not my tea; it’s his!"

Following Mr. Liu’s gaze, Mr. Zhu saw a young man raising a sword to open the mountain gate. Startled, he was about to intervene immediately.

Mr. Liu stopped him at once, "Don’t move! That’s You Su!"

"You Su?!"

Mr. Zhu and Mr. Liu were friends and naturally had heard about You Su from each other: "Is he trying to force his way through the door?"

"Look more closely."

Every elder of the Profound Sky Sect was at least at the Feather Transformation Realm, and Mr. Zhu’s fatty face quivered with surprise:

"This is the first time someone’s entered a trance with an external object, how long has he been at the door?"

Mr. Liu glanced at the Beast Carved Incense Altar nearby, where one stick of sandalwood had already burned out.

"One incense stick."

Mr. Zhu nodded at that, realizing his jest about a friend’s concealed stash had turned into a look of solemn seriousness. He walked a few steps, watching You Su’s tightly knitted sword eyebrows, exclaiming:

"Just one incense stick in and he’s already questioning his own heart?"

"Just wait and see..." Mr. Liu sighed softly.

At that moment, within You Su’s Sea of Consciousness, he seemed to break through layer upon layer of mist, as if his soul had left his body.

In front of his eyes, the view of the two stone doors gradually cleared, and even the appearance of the Divine Mountain on them began to show real colors, as if he truly stood before a towering, sky-piercing peak.

You Su stood at the foot of the giant peak, and a resonant sound suddenly echoed between heaven and earth.

"Why do you climb the mountain?"

You Su said, "To cultivate on the mountain."

"Eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, mouth, thought - you lack one of the seven senses, your path isn’t harmonious, go down the mountain."

You Su replied, "I cultivate to perfect the seven senses."

"Your eyes are unobstructed and clear, yet you cannot see; this is fate. The loss of sight is beneficial for you, go down the mountain."

"Is fate not to be defied?"

You Su gripped the sword hilt, finding it laughable; who could judge the fortune or misfortune of another’s situation? Don’t Be Afraid Sword Intent welled up within him, and he bellowed loudly:

"I insist on seeing the world!"

"Seeing the heavens, seeing all living beings, seeing oneself, or seeing the truth? I’ll grant you one, go down the mountain."

A pressure as heavy as a thousand pounds bore down on You Su, rendering him immobile.

You Su’s smile persisted, straining with all his might to step forward, raising his neck, with veins bulging, he roared furiously at the mountaintop:

"I want it all!"

With that, the sword in his hand unsheathed with profound determination, its Sword Qi soared, piercing the heavens.

In an instant, the forests silenced, and all sounds vanished, like this space was a broken mirror, fragmenting.

In the eyes of the two dumbfounded elders, the ancient, weighty door opened wide. The robed youth sheathed his sword, walking unflustered and composed toward the unfathomable darkness beyond the door.