Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind

Chapter 163 - 125: Who Holds the Sword; Eight Gifts of Celebration

In the midst of drowsiness, in a blurry dream, You Su felt as if he had transformed into a sword.

This sword, in which divine will had been sealed for an unknown length of time, was born to be a magnificent sword of grandeur.

Yet this sword was held in the hands of a woman new to the Sword Dao.

Her performance disappointed You Su.

She shouldn’t be using a broad sword like me; she should use a more delicate and reserved sword.

Wait... How is her comprehension of the Sword Dao so high?!

The seal actually loosened!

Woman! You truly are a genius of the Sword Dao! You should indeed use a broad sword like me!

Come, lift the cloth curtain over me and let me see your appearance!

I acknowledge you!

Dong!

Hey, no... If you don’t want me to see, I won’t, but why did you knock me unconscious...

...

"Master! I really didn’t do it on purpose!"

You Su suddenly sat up from the bed, the blanket rolled to the side, revealing his chiseled chest.

Only after he adapted to the clear world before his eyes did he realize that he had awakened and opened his eyes, and from the surroundings, this was his own room.

You Su took a deep breath, calming his heart and mind.

What lingered in his mind was the fleeting glimpse he had before closing his eyes; it was the first time he had seen his master’s true face.

He seemed to understand why his proud and haughty junior sister would change from calling herself "the most beautiful woman under heaven" to "the most beautiful girl under heaven" after seeing their master.

Whether it was her beauty or her perfect body, no woman could be more beautiful than the master; she was a Divine Maiden, born out of the creator’s utmost imagination of beauty.

You Su thought with certainty in his heart.

"Pa!"

You Su angrily slapped himself without holding back, leaving a clear red mark on his not-so-fair face.

His master’s beauty was almost sacred, making one dare not overstep. You Su felt ashamed for being unable to forget, or even relishing that beautiful scene.

This was not the beauty that he, as a disciple, should have seen in his master; witnessing such absolute beauty did not bring joy but endless fear and self-reproach instead.

Despite knowing that it was not of his own volition that he opened his eyes then, but rather that the Profound Qi within had reached the limit of his endurance, forcing him to open his eyes, just like when the Immortal Seed planted by his master awakened.

He only hoped that his master did not notice his eyes’ anomaly, so that he could keep this sense of guilt hidden in his heart, continue to act as if nothing had happened as his master’s disciple, and secretly honor and repay his master to fill this gap of guilt.

If it weren’t for his master’s excessive regard for him, resulting in even in situations of being bare-bodied in a pool for closed training, allowing him as a man to share the pool, how could he have had the chance to glimpse such earthly beauty?

"Alas..."

You Su sighed shallowly, recalling his physical state before losing consciousness.

Opening his eyes might not have been discovered, but the stance of upright sword couldn’t have been unseen by the master who rushed to save him. He didn’t know what his master would think of him...

A rebellious disciple, raised single-handedly by his master, who would have improper thoughts about the master’s partner, his master’s spouse?

Would she regret allowing him into the Lotus Pool, or even regret taking him as a disciple?

Thinking of this made him feel more ashamed, unsure of how to explain. Despite neither opening his eyes nor assuming the upright sword stance were intentional.

It’s important to know, he had lost count of the continuous days when, upon waking, he assumed that proud upright sword stance, enduring for quite a while each time, which deeply troubled him.

But today, the situation changed.

Not only that, You Su felt completely at ease and light, with that long-accumulated urge for quick relief utterly vanished.

His understanding of the Joyful Union Skill was limited to the heaven, earth, and human volumes of the cultivation technique, as well as the entire Mandarin Duck Swordsmanship.

He knew very little about the foundational theories of the Heaven and Earth Yin Yang Joy Sect, as Guan Chujun hadn’t taught him, only letting him focus on the Sword Dao. You Su didn’t know if the master did this intentionally or not, perhaps the master also thought that compared to the declining Dual Cultivation path, he should become a pure Sword Cultivator.

As a result, he didn’t know exactly what was happening to his body, previously only feeling a surge of energy, but after practicing the True Yang Sword Nurturing Spell, there was a sense of excess.

He originally thought of self-relief, but gave up. The Yuan Sword strictly forbids self-relief, as this greatly depletes one’s essence, which is harmful to the path of cultivation.

So he always restrained himself, trying his best not to show it. He believed that with his self-control, he could wait for the junior sister’s return.

But evidently, he overestimated his self-control, as this was something humans couldn’t control.

You Su couldn’t help but recall that absurd and blurry dream during his sleep.

That dream... could it be true?

But how could the master... this is impossible, definitely impossible!

You Su’s pupils shrank as he shook his head continuously, trying to clear those thoughts from his mind. Suddenly, he felt a burning pain in his hips.

Ordinary physical attacks couldn’t create lasting pain for his body, the sensation of pain in his hips was clearly caused by attacks containing Profound Qi.

Who would whip my behind for no reason? Was it the master?

No, although the intent of this whip was filled with resentment and anger, matching the possible emotions of the master, You Su, carrying the Lotus Immortal Seed, clearly sensed that the Profound Qi residual on the whip injury was different from the master’s.

The lingering rich fragrance in the air gave him a hint, the Third Elder!