Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind-Chapter 104 - 92: Taisui

Ji Lingruo felt she had a long dream, a dream so real, yet it was not hers.

In the dream, she was called Taisui— 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

I am Taisui.

But that is not my name. In ancient memories, what did the blurry-faced mother call me?

I struggled to recall, but I couldn’t remember. I only remember my young self riding on my father’s neck, holding a bamboo dragonfly.

My father held my legs joyfully running in the fields, while my mother chased hard behind. The bamboo dragonfly spun and spun, making me think I was really flying, causing me to emit a laughter like silver bells, thinking there could never be a happier day.

Later, a group of flying immortals visited here. They healed the sick, dispelled evil, and relieved disasters, and the villagers were very grateful to them.

They also said that I was a person of Innate Purity, a seed of a True Immortal, and wanted to lead me into the Immortal Sect.

I asked them what a person of Innate Purity was. They said it was someone whose heart was as pure as crystal, someone who could maintain a true heart even when possessed by any monster or ghost.

I did not understand the meaning, and asked if entering the Immortal Sect meant I could fly like them. They said yes, and I could fly even higher than them.

Even though my parents were reluctant, thinking that I could eat well, dress warmly, and become a fairy in a painting, they agreed.

Thus, I followed them into the Immortal Sect...

That hellish place.

I didn’t even know where I was. When I woke up, there were only faint candlelights, cold iron chains, and a dark prison cell around me.

Fear engulfed me like sea water, and my cries echoed in the cave, heard only by myself.

Finally, some people came. I tried desperately to communicate and plead for help, but they didn’t say a word.

They brought my food, a bowl of indescribably disgusting thick porridge, full of eyeballs, tentacles, and constantly bubbling foam.

I tightly sealed my mouth, preferring death over drinking it, so they restrained my body, pried open my mouth, and forced it down.

The more I vomited, the more they fed me.

My body gradually changed, the once happy feet that ran in the grassy field, the toes began to fuse together, and my hands...why did they become like this?

I thought there couldn’t be a more painful day, but little did I know that the pain was always worse the next day.

Later, they muttered words like "this effect is not enough" and began to be unsatisfied with just feeding me those things. Various strange entities started appearing in my cell, like mutated monsters from the deep sea.

The stench and thick mucus enveloped me, and they all desperately tried to burrow into my body.

Under the dim candlelight, my body began to undergo huge changes; those bulging lumps of flesh grew larger, as if they were naturally part of me.

Once, a tight chain accidentally came loose, and I finally could move. I tried every possible way to end my life.

But I was shocked to discover I couldn’t die, or rather, the methods I could think of were not enough to kill such a me.

They discovered my suicide attempt, and I was given tighter restraints. From then on, I was hung there motionless, like the towering tree at the village entrance in my memory that would never move.

I could only let those lumps of flesh on my body grow until a day I couldn’t recognize myself, they entered my prison with jade knives for the first time.

They cut off a bizarre lump of flesh that had grown on me, but these lumps would immediately rot once separated from my body, no matter what they used to preserve it.

They furiously told me not to resist, to willingly cooperate with them, only then could I hope to return to my parents one day.

I understood that the flesh was under my control, and only the flesh I willingly allowed to be cut would not rot.

I no longer believed them, and seeing their powerless expressions, a sense of revenge welled up in me.

Those people cursed me as they left, calling me an ugly and evil Taisui.

Later, one day, a beautiful girl was also imprisoned. Her eyes were hollow. Looking at her was like seeing myself entering here for the first time long ago.

She looked at me with disgust, saying if I was unqualified, she would be the next hanged here. I wanted to sympathize with her, but I couldn’t even sympathize with myself.

I still wouldn’t cooperate with them cutting my flesh, and their actions became increasingly violent. Although this body had strong regenerative abilities, the pain did not diminish.

"Do you... hurt?" She, already devoid of human form, trembled and asked me.

"Yes."

It was the first time I answered her. We were like patients suffering from the same disease, and gradually began to talk more.

I called her sister, and she called me sister. She couldn’t stop their actions, she could only chat and comfort me when no one was around. She told me many stories, including family, friendship, and love, and I relied on the emotions in those stories as my last motivation to live.

One day, we will see the beauty in the stories, she always said.

That day, my refusal to cooperate once again angered them. They restrained her and used dirty evils and thick porridge to threaten me, forcing me to cut my own flesh.

In fact, I had known this day would come.

When I was very young, my father told me that most stories were false, so this sister was also false.

Her purpose in coming here was for this day. But I still accepted her calmly, as even false hope in this boundless darkness was hard to refuse.

I even thought that these people not finding my parents to threaten me was already merciful. But there was also a possibility that perhaps my parents were already dead.

I cut my own flesh and gave it to them.

They gathered respectfully around the sister, and she spat at me many times, cursing me as "truly ugly," "truly disgusting," and then never appeared again.

The day after that, someone came to tell me that my flesh was very effective, and I had become a true Taisui.

And from the moment Taisui appeared, it was destined to be the fate of being food.

After that, I was placed in a coffin, able to see nothing.

After an unknown amount of twists and turns, when I opened my eyes again, I was already in a crystal cage. The people around me had changed; they were more dignity and ethereal and called me the sacrifice for the Immortal Ancestor.

The desire to take revenge on others had long worn out. Rather than disgust them further, I wanted to end my life quickly.

Just as I was about to willingly enter the so-called tomb of the Immortal Ancestor, a strange octopus appeared. People around called it the Dream-eating Ghost, and it was the one that saved me.

I thanked it, but it said its purpose was also to have me eaten, only my consumer had changed.

The Dream-eating Ghost told me it hoped I would willingly become the key to the True Lord’s resurrection, and in exchange, it would grant me one wish.

I was a bit dazed, having no idea what to wish for.

I was placed in the pure world inside it, following it to hide in different people’s consciousnesses, and the colorful memories of these people allowed me to see this wonderful world.

I knew I was destined not to escape being eaten, so I wished to be let out in this world for a walk, but looking at my own body, I despaired.

I didn’t belong to this wonderful world, no one would accept someone like me. Those sweet pastries, genuine emotions no longer belonged to someone like me; only the cold prison and empty fate were my destinations.

Finally, we reached the destination.

This time, we hid in a handsome boy’s consciousness.

The Dream-eating Ghost said this boy was the most suitable person in the city to be the True Lord’s vessel.

I guessed the Dream-eating Ghost chose him for the same reason I felt: he exuded an inexplicable allure.

Upon entering his consciousness, we were surprised to find that this boy’s memories were pitch black; he was actually blind! But his feelings for his master, his master’s wife, and especially his junior sister were so intense, untouched by not knowing what they looked like.

But the Dream-eating Ghost told me clearly, that his junior sister was not human, but a half-demon.

A feeling called jealousy filled me. I found the Dream-eating Ghost and used the wish to set up a self-serving drama...