Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind-Chapter 69 - 62: The Lotus Sword Venerable’s Redemption

Chapter 69: Chapter 62: The Lotus Sword Venerable’s Redemption

The stars and the moon hide behind tall trees, and the night deepens with darkness.

Xun Yuan had already finished resting. He looked up at the black jellyfish, now even larger than before, floating in the air, and spat:

"I don’t know where you got this wicked method, but you’ve really gone and sealed your own cultivation to experience the mortal world. Profound Qi turned to your advantage, yet you don’t use it—how is this not a waste? Now you’re reduced to being nourishment for the Black Sea Moon. I think your training has become a joke!"

Suddenly, a crimson snake wrapped around him started to move, sending a shell beside Xun Yuan’s neck.

This shell was the size of a palm, covered in disgusting algae, with its opening lined with fine tendrils, and it was clearly a malevolent spirit.

Xun Yuan’s expression changed, and he hurriedly brought the shell to his ear, as if speaking to it with respect, saying:

"Senior Sister, what are your orders?"

The tendrils on the shell all rotated to the right, and an alluring voice emerged from it:

"How are things on your end?"

"Everything is going smoothly. This Lotus Sword Venerable has indeed sealed her cultivation as Master said. Now she is trapped in the Black Sea Moon that Master entrusted to me, unable to move."

Xun Yuan was somewhat proud. He had managed to trap the famous Lotus Sword Venerable of the Five Continents with his Feather Transformation Realm cultivation, which was quite an achievement.

"Did Master even give you the Black Sea Moon?"

"Hehe, Master said this Black Sea Moon is perfect for dealing with these outwardly strong but inwardly weak righteous people. If she has a firm mind, she might escape within half a day; if not, she will be lost, wholly losing her cultivation." Xun Yuan licked his lips and asked expectantly:

"Senior Sister, what do you think, if I could kill the Lotus Sword Venerable whom even Master couldn’t, how would Master reward me?"

The voice from the shell became unexpectedly clear:

"Don’t underestimate her. If you alone could kill her, why would Master only have you stall her? If you seek credit, be ready for death."

"I understand, Sister. How are things on your side? Are they going well?"

"Mr. Buwu has appeared; the Dream-eating Ghost has not yet shown, but everything is as predicted."

"As expected of Senior Sister! So... when will Master arrive?"

"Don’t ask what you shouldn’t. Just focus on holding the Lotus Sword Venerable."

As soon as the voice ceased, the tendrils within the shell rotated left, and no more sound came from it.

With frustration, Xun Yuan pinned the transmission shell back at his waist and mumbled curses: "Stupid bitch pretending to be something she’s not. Just afraid my achievements will surpass yours?"

He then gazed at the now larger Black Sea Moon, his eyes full of delight.

This indicated that the Lotus Sword Venerable’s Profound Qi was rapidly draining, greedily absorbed by the Black Sea Moon.

Now half a day had passed, and the Lotus Sword Venerable had yet to break out of the illusion, suggesting she was likely completely lost within it.

He couldn’t believe that this woman, tormented so long by the Black Sea Moon, could still be his match!

...

He Shutong didn’t know where she had fallen. The void of darkness made her anxious.

She wanted to break free from this amniotic fluid-like confinement but was ultimately powerless; she could only keep... falling.

Suddenly, a gleam appeared, and she struggled toward it.

Within the light shadows were four beautiful women, three with envious expressions, and one with a joyful face. Beside the joyful one stood a little girl, tender and proud.

The joyous woman placed her hand lovingly on the girl’s head:

"Our little Xiaotong, reaching the Meridian Passage Realm at three. Recently at the birthday celebration, guess what she grabbed?"

"What?"

"A book! Entering the path through books, how rare! In the future, she’ll surely become a Celestial Immortal!"

Everyone joined in the laughter and showered the girl with endless praise.

...

The light shadows skipped again, immediately changing to another scene:

The woman who praised her daughter showed some aging, with a well-dressed, stout middle-aged man beside her. The little girl had grown into a stunning and graceful young woman.

The woman looked reproachful, the man stern, while the girl was defiant.

"You were supposed to study! Yet you insist on learning swordsmanship! There are countless female cultivators, but who has proven a True Immortal with a sword? Get rid of those useless swords of yours!"

"Tong’Er, your mother is right. Your talent lies in the literary path. Writing books for the world, guiding the cultural veins of men, bringing merit to both immortals and mortals. The Book Immortal Peak of Profound Sky Sect wants to take you as the chief disciple; don’t be reckless..."

"Oh, how bold! You dare secretly learn the clan’s forbidden arts! The Ice Heart Skill sacrifices emotions and desires as its price, an evil skill! Are you trying to become an ingrate and not acknowledge me as your mother?!"

"What? Tong’Er, how foolish! Going against your mother doesn’t mean going this far!"

The girl glared furiously, tears in her eyes, tearing the book in her hand to shreds before storming out of the city.

She never said that it was to match the rapid progress her mother boasted about that she secretly learned the Ice Heart Skill.

...

The light shadows shifted, and a clearer image appeared:

An elderly man and woman, near death, lie on a bed, with an air filled with the sorrow of parting.

Two stunning women are beside the bed, one in a black robe and the other in a white dress, each holding a trembling hand of the elders. The woman in the white dress was unmistakably the girl who ran away from home.

"Chu Jun, Xiaotong, do not grieve. Death is inevitable; even the Immortal Ancestor couldn’t avoid it, so why weep? It’s only a pity this Yuan Sword must end with me..."

The old man’s trembling sigh made the woman in black sob uncontrollably, while the woman in white showed deeper hurt, but couldn’t bring herself to tears.