Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind-Chapter 70 - 62: Lotus Sword Venerable’s Redemption

Chapter 70: Chapter 62: Lotus Sword Venerable’s Redemption

"Father, don’t say that! It was clearly broken in my hands, what does it have to do with you?" The woman in the black robe, full of guilt, held the old man’s hand even tighter.

"You still have the nerve to speak! You’re just a little girl who insists on barehanded fighting, you haven’t even learned a bit of the Yuan Sword’s basics. What kind of Yuan Sword inheritor are you! Cough, cough!"

The old man coughed angrily, and the woman in the black robe hurried to pat his back. The old man then said:

"Your mother is still the better one, able to smile even in the afterlife. She accepted Xiaotong, a gifted one, as a disciple, at least she has honored the ancestors of the Yuan Sword."

The old woman elbowed her husband with some effort, and then held the hand of the woman in the white dress tightly:

"Xiaotong, don’t listen to that old man. I took you as a disciple because I liked you, it has nothing to do with the Yuan Sword’s legacy. You also don’t need to see this as a burden in the future."

The woman in the white dress nodded woodenly.

The old woman smiled kindly again: "Compared to the legacy, I hope more that you and Chu Jun can find your own suitable Taoist companion. The immortal path is bitterly cold, having no one to embrace for warmth will be very cold..."

The woman in the white dress bit her lip and confessed:

"Master, I, I can attain True Immortal on my own, I don’t need a Taoist companion."

The old woman was startled for a moment, then her smile became even more kind, though there was a trace of melancholy in her eyes:

"In life, just follow your heart..."

The next moment, this smile permanently froze on the old woman’s face, as if the old man sensed something, two muddy tears fell, and he closed his eyes as well.

The woman in the black robe cried out in grief, wiped away her tears, glared at the woman in the white dress, and said:

"He Shutong! My mother is about to die and you wouldn’t even lie to her? Must you let her die with regret? If it weren’t that you had nowhere else to go, how could my mother have taken you in!"

"This is the Mandarin Duck Sword Sect! You, an Ice Heart lady, stubbornly insisted on joining to learn swordsmanship. What’s the point if you don’t seek a Taoist companion to learn the Yuan Sword!"

The woman in the white dress lowered her head speechlessly, unable to answer a single question.

...

He Shutong understood, these were memories from her past, and the scenes began to unfold like a fleeting horse lantern:

In the images, she was still in her ethereal white dress like an immortal maiden, standing hesitantly outside the gates of the He Family in Henggao City.

At that moment, the He Family was brightly decorated, full of festiveness, and under the grand gateway, guests continuously congratulated:

"Congratulations to the Patriarch of the He Family on the birth of a gifted child!"

Detached from the jubilant crowd, she stood there like a bewildered outsider.

She pressed her lips together and then turned to leave.

This departure lasted sixty years, during which she traveled alone throughout the Central Continent.

She felt her sword growing colder, and her heart even colder.

Later, in her quest for breaking through realms, she meditated for twenty-five years in the Jade Ring Pool, one of the spiritual blessed places, among tens of thousands of lotuses, finally breaking through to the Realm of Void Venerable and inventing a groundbreaking Lotus Swordsmanship.

With one sword strike, ten thousand lotuses bloom.

Upon her breakthrough, she returned to the gates of the He Family, but today the family was not in celebration, instead clad in white mourning, everyone mourning in tears.

The wife of the Patriarch, her mother, had passed away.

People came to mourn, passing by her, whispering:

"I heard that Ms. Liou was muttering her daughter’s name before she died, angered to death by her daughter!"

"Anyone would be angered to death with a daughter who left home for a hundred years and never returned!"

It rained heavily that day, rain beating on her face, she didn’t even dare to step inside to see her mother.

Whether from guilt, indifference, or anger, she turned around, ascended Henggao Divine Mountain with one sword, and no one could stop her.

She stood beneath the towering, ethereal Book Immortal Peak, splitting it in two with one sword.

The extra half was called Lotus Peak, the thirteenth peak of the Profound Sky Sect newly created.

From then on, she became the thirteenth Elder of the foremost sect of Zhongyuan Continent, the Lotus Sword Venerable, renowned across the world.

However, her father and the brother she had never met never came to see her, and she never went to see them.

Though her surname was He, it seemed to no longer matter, as henceforth the world only knew her as the Lotus Sword Venerable.

Though she was the master of a peak, she did not take in disciples or give lectures. Her cold and solitary demeanor was criticized by many, but only the benevolent Sect Leader of the Profound Sky Sect defended and strongly supported her.

And during the decisive battle of the Divine Mountain ninety years ago to cleanse the evil, the old Sect Leader known as Yo Jing Venerable died, right in front of her.

To save her.

Yo Jing Venerable’s body was covered in waterweeds that should have grown on her, countless tendrils stretched from the old woman’s orifices, two round eyes rolled to her feet, leaving her helpless.

Yo Jing Venerable bore the decay and comforted her, saying his death wasn’t to save her, but because he was destined to die, and he simply wanted to die meaningfully.

Yo Jing Venerable smiled at her expressionless face, asking her to pierce his spirit platform, to send him off for the last time. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

She still could not shed tears, nodded, and raised her sword.

"Still better to save you, you’re cold as ice, ending me yourself surely won’t make you sad... this way I... won’t feel guilty either..."

These last whispered words of Yo Jing Venerable, she couldn’t tell if they were mockery or truth, but they were forever imprinted in her heart.

Later, by chance, she took in a disciple, but she had nearly forgotten how to communicate with others, let alone having no experience as a new teacher.