Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind-Chapter 49 - 43: Battle with Wu Cheng

The sun rises in the east, the clear mountain rolls up its curtains, and people in Chuyun City are bustling, flocking to the City Lord’s Mansion to secure a good spot for the battle.

You Su was also surrounded by his mundane supporters, who were all cheering him on. To them, You Su, such a powerful cultivator, was approachable in daily interactions, and now facing off against Wu Cheng, representing those lofty cultivators, it felt as though You Su was fighting for them.

Passing through Breakfast Street, everyone wanted to offer him some food; You Su declined them all, only accepting Ms Wang’s oil pastry.

As he passed by the Cloud-Picking Clothing Store, the proprietress spotted him attending such an important event dressed in a plain black robe, got so upset that she dragged him in, insisting on changing his clothes. Unable to resist, You Su had to fasten a slightly flashy silver belt to appease her, with the elegant words "Chuyun" embroidered on it.

After a difficult journey, You Su finally arrived at the City Lord’s Mansion. Gu Yao, Mr. Liou, and others had already taken their seats. At the other end of the venue, Wu Cheng stood silently in low-profile white clothes, staring distantly at You Su.

Mr. Liou saw both parties had arrived, stood up to calm the noisy crowd, and spoke some conventional words—nothing more than praising the exceptional skills of the two, emphasizing how rare it was to reach this point, and advising them to concede promptly if overwhelmed, without stubborn resistance.

Gu Yao also stood up to make a promise that regardless of rank, anyone he deemed to have performed excellently would receive a gift from him. His words rekindled hope for many participating cultivators—the gift from a Profound Sky Sect immortal was not easily obtained, while some who had given up or underperformed only looked more disheartened.

With a command, You Su and Wu Cheng slowly walked to the center of the field. For once, You Su’s emotions were stirred.

Facing others, You Su never thought he would lose. Among cultivators, too many were mediocre, likely stuck in meridian access or Spirit Platform Realm for life because they were too distracted by external matters and lacked a determined heart for the Dao.

But Wu Cheng, You Su felt his pursuit of the Dao; facing him, he even felt a hint of threat.

However, no matter what, even if You Su did not need the position as an apprentice, he could not allow himself to lose to Wu Cheng. Disregarding the childhood bickering, the recent provocations had thoroughly enraged You Su, and in this setting, he need not worry about retribution from those behind Wu Cheng. He was determined to shatter Wu Cheng’s inexplicable arrogance.

Wu Cheng was also sizing up You Su, his gaze filled with intense battle intent. Finally, the day had come to confront You Su head-on. He felt exceptionally exhilarated, even though he didn’t understand why he loathed You Su so much. Clearly, he was courteous to everyone else, yet this disdain for a blind person grew.

Since childhood, he had been the eldest young master of his family, personally chosen by the Sect Leader of the Shouxi Sect as a direct disciple, growing up with ease. It wasn’t until the day his master first asked him to find You Su for a duel that he experienced what it felt like to be refused; a taste so bitter and unwilling.

He detested that feeling, the youthful him obstinately hoped that You Su would agree to a battle, but You Su just refused. He could not understand why You Su would not agree—fighting and then admitting he was inferior should be no big deal, right? Everyone else could do it, so why couldn’t a blind person?

Later, this seemed to become his obsession, his Heart Demon. Underneath his glamorous exterior lay a dark side, making him both fearful and grateful to You Su, thanking him for seeming to make him feel more complete. He was no longer just the bright puppet for the family and sect’s glory but someone who could have his own loathing and direct it towards You Su.

Sometimes Wu Cheng even felt like he was a hopeless fool obsessed with the top courtesan in a brothel, the more unreachable, the more he pursued. But he was fundamentally different from those who sought but failed, for now, he had reached it, and he would trample that seemingly forever stoic courtesan underfoot, thereby severing his obsession and paving his way to a broader path.

With the sound of the copper drum hitting "bang," everyone around the arena held their breath, fully focused on the black and white duo in the center. The much-anticipated duel had finally commenced.

You Su was more serious than ever, using all his senses to perceive Wu Cheng’s every move. Wu Cheng wasn’t an embroidered pillow; he wouldn’t expose huge flaws like Sheng Ziling for him to exploit with one strike. He needed to make plans before acting, as his blindness was an innate disadvantage, and reckless aggression was not the best path to victory.

Wu Cheng was equally prepared, both hands gripping the sword hilt in front of him. This was the most difficult starting stance in the Shouxiu Sword Scripture of the Shouxi Sect, one only Wu Cheng among the younger generation could master, as if all the sword’s momentum and energy were compressed within, readying for an overwhelming strike.

"You Su, today you’re finally not running," Wu Cheng suddenly chuckled. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"I don’t have a habit of talking before a fight," You Su also gathered his energy, ready for action.

Wu Cheng’s smile widened, "What a coincidence, neither do I."

As soon as the word "do" fell, a streak of light swept by, Wu Cheng enveloped in astonishing sword momentum surged towards You Su, his treasured sword unstoppable in his hand.