Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind

Chapter 155 - 121: Only Lacking Time

This moment, as brief as an instant, yet long enough to hold one’s gaze.

The fire dragon crashed into the ground, like lava sweeping through the world, engulfing You Su’s figure in the sea of flames.

Unlike last time, Fairy Wangshu merely stood quietly outside the battlefield, showing no intention of stepping in to rescue.

The female disciples who had previously reminded their master to save You Su were now anxiously tugging at their master’s sleeves, while those accomplished veterans remained seated on the platform, unmoved, their eyes flashing with awe.

Mr. Liu, indifferent to the towering flames below, fixed his gaze on the youth in the fire sea whose robes were nearly burnt to nothing. He sighed softly and dashed downward.

Just at this moment, crimson Sword Intent burst forth like fireworks blooming in the sky, dazzling and magnificent.

The explosive clash of sword artifacts sounded harshly, reminding those who thought You Su was doomed that the duel had only just begun!

Suddenly, a whirlwind swept, both of their long hair blown wildly backward by the fierce storm.

The mysterious Sword Fire laden with divine intent was scattered entirely, Zhou Changwen looked at the youth before him in disbelief. Amidst the sparks of colliding Sword Intent, he seemed to see the youth’s eyes, deep and sacred, merely looking at them induced a sense of submission!

But when he looked again, those eyes had returned to normal.

Distracted at this moment, he could no longer withstand You Su’s torrential Sword Intent, his entire body sucked into the air like dust in the wind, flying straight backward.

Zhou Changwen slowly closed his eyes, acknowledging his defeat, but a pair of heavy hands caught his back, halting his retreat.

Turning to look, it turned out to be his master intervening personally.

Mr. Liu supported his disciple with one hand, raised the other lightly, two fingers forming a sword to effortlessly clench You Su’s sword edge.

The vast sword force meeting the steadfast Mr. Liu vanished like mud cows into the sea, dissolving invisibly.

You Su knew the outcome was decided, intending to retract the Mo Song Sword.

Mr. Liu tightly held onto the sword edge, commanding domineeringly while gazing into You Su’s eyes:

"Complete this strike."

The Profound Qi still surged within You Su, only Zhou Changwen’s Sword Intent hadn’t allowed him to unleash all his power. The sense of urgency brought by the True Yang Sword Nurturing Spell was even stronger now, as he must ensure all Sword Intent couldn’t be recalled, feeling like he must express it fully.

Now, with Mr. Liu’s tacit approval, he held nothing back, releasing even more ferocious Sword Intent in one breath, with the mystical feeling of countless heartbeats reappearing!

Boom—

On the Cloud Platform, light and darkness flashed, like lightning crossed before, like a downpour descended, the unextinguished Sword Fire transformed into a faint fog.

The all-pervading dust dissipated, Zhou Changwen supported by Mr. Liu’s arm showed disbelief etched across his face. He naïvely thought he only lost by a margin, but now realized the vast chasm between the two on the Sword Dao.

In front of him, You Su stood quietly, sheathed the sword, and bowed:

"Thank you, Mr. Liu."

Mr. Liu, with one hand behind him, remained calm and composed, merely nodding slightly:

"You have won, the objections raised by Red Rainbow Peak are immediately invalid."

As his words fell, the entire scene was in an uproar. Though they had witnessed it, only at the moment of declaring victory did everyone feel the unexpected shock.

Zhou Changwen heard, his brow darkened.

You Su’s tattered clothes made a bow before staggering away, while Fairy Wangshu had stood behind him early, catching his falling figure then holding him horizontally in her embrace, leaving step by step.

Standing at the edge, Mr. Liu watching the backs of the sister and brother could hardly express his shock. Upon learning from the head elder that the Lotus Sword Venerable, who hadn’t taken disciples in decades, suddenly accepted a blind youth as a pupil, he never imagined this blind youth could reach today’s height.

With the commotion settled, immortals in the sculpted towers also departed one after another, leaving only Mr. Liu and Zhou Changwen, master and apprentice on the vast platform.

Zhou Changwen was well-protected, carrying no physical injury, only some paleness on his face due to overexertion.

He rose, lowered his head, wanting to speak but felt a choking sensation, unable to utter a word. Hesitating as he looked between the proud young Sword Cultivator following Mr. Chihong and his current self.

Slowly, Mr. Liu stretched out his right hand, revealing his palm unseen to anyone, opening before Zhou Changwen.

In the wide palm was a black line, not shallow nor deep, residual Sword Intent entangled around it.

Zhou Changwen was shocked, "He, he could even... injure master?!"

Mr. Liu didn’t answer, suddenly red light appeared in his palm, engulfed by crimson Sword Qi, the black line vanished without a trace.

"You couldn’t withstand that strike, excusable." Mr. Liu spoke calmly.

Upon hearing, Zhou Changwen felt deflated, like resigning to a fate, while not physically injured, he seemed physically more exhausted, lamenting:

"Indeed, he surpassed the sword body..."

Mr. Liu hadn’t withdrawn his hand, glancing at this highly valued disciple, saying:

"It’s not simply that he surpassed the sword body. He’s just an ordinary person. You saw his unmatched Sword Intent but missed seeing how eighteen years of relentless practice refined this Sword Intent. Some are innate Sword Cultivators, some carve themselves into sword bones, one strike at a time. If you were as diligent, he wouldn’t be your adversary."

Zhou Changwen was momentarily dazed, still staring at Mr. Liu’s hand. Clearly a reborn Void Realm Venerable, yet his palm littered with coarse calluses.

Zhou Changwen bit his lip, clenching his fists, lacking the courage even to see his own palms.

"Return to the peak, practice with the sword."

Mr. Liu spoke indifferently, leaving Zhou Changwen with a dominant silhouette.

Zhou Changwen came back to his senses, suddenly his sword-like brows turned resolute, his fists clenched tighter, even seen faint traces of blood. No longer hesitating, he followed his master’s silhouette, his attire seemingly ignited by the fire deep within, radiant with brilliance.

...

"Venerable Su Yin, how do you perceive the new disciples from our Profound Sky Sect compared to your Qiming Sect?"

The elderly man, with hair like cranes and a face like frost, gently stroked his beard while smiling. Draped in a Taoist robe, topped with a Taoist crown, he is the chief among thirteen grand elders of the Profound Sky Sect.

Qiming Sect, stationed on Celestial Revelation Divine Mountain, stands as the most formidable sect, its position in Nanyang surpassing even Profound Sky Sect in Zhongyuan.

Venerable Su Yin, gaunt and lean, wore loose Taoist robes embroidered with seven falling stars—a mark of Qiming Sect elders.

"Innate sword body, rare in the world. Purely in Sword Dao, the Celestial Revelation Divine Mountain finds no higher talent among youngsters. Yet still lacking in mind."

"Indeed. So then, what does Venerable Su Yin believe the blind youth lacks?"

Venerable Su Yin pondered momentarily, then spoke leisurely:

"Merely time."