Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind-Chapter 85 - 74: Brothers and Master-Disciple

In the dilapidated old house, only faint moonlight penetrated the mist, shining on the old man who was covered in bruises and barely clinging to life.

A young boy, his face streaked with tears, clutched the old man’s hand tightly, sobbing in heartbreak.

Nearby, another short and skinny boy remained indifferent to the touching scene of master and disciple, his face twisted with resentment as he cursed while crying:

"You old bastard, you really deserve to die! I clearly made it back! Why do you insist on taking me away too! Sob sob..."

"Wu Ping, shut up! Do you have any conscience at all!"

Wu Cheng glared angrily at Wu Ping. He had never been particularly harsh with his younger brother, but this time, he was truly furious.

"Brother! What conscience are we supposed to have with evil spirits!"

As soon as Wu Ping finished speaking, a sudden "slap" rang out, and Wu Cheng’s fierce slap left Wu Ping stunned in place.

Wu Cheng panted heavily, squeezing out his words through clenched teeth:

"If Master hadn’t protected us with his life, we would have been killed by You Su’s junior sister long ago! If Master hadn’t fed the evil with his own body to protect us, how could we have survived until today!"

Wu Ping also stopped crying. He held his burning right cheek and slowly turned his head to stare directly at Wu Cheng, his narrow eyes full of coldness:

"Wu Cheng! Don’t pretend to be touched on my behalf! You know whether he saved you or me! When I was being chased and beaten by that You Su, he could have intervened much earlier, but he deliberately waited until I was nearly done for to take action! All these years, has he ever praised me once? Can’t you see that he never regarded me highly? My brother... only you are his most beloved disciple... In his eyes, I’m just a waste who got into his sect through connections! Just a burden that holds you back from soaring! He can’t wait for me to hurry up and get lost, don’t you understand?"

Wu Ping hysterically expressed the grievances he had felt over the years, while Wu Cheng, as if seeing his foolish and willful brother anew, stared at Wu Ping, his eyes full of disappointment:

"If Master didn’t see you as his disciple, why are you still alive? Why did he, even when possessed, still protect you from being devoured by the evil spirits that emerged? And why did he, even after your betrayal, telling others he was an evil entity, still risk his life to take you away? That’s because he thought that place was dangerous! Master, being eroded by evil, held onto the single thought of taking his disciples away from danger to sustain him until now! If not to save you! He wouldn’t have taken that fatal blow, don’t you understand?"

"I don’t understand!" Wu Ping’s eyes widened in anger, his eyes brimming with hate and rage, as he spat out blood through clenched teeth, "All I know is that I was clearly safe, and that damned old monster dragged me back here! If it wasn’t for him provoking You Su over and over, would I be in this position? Every time, it’s him causing me to land in such dire straits! Am I supposed to talk about conscience with him?"

Wu Cheng suddenly laughed mournfully, as if his heart had died:

"You don’t understand... you don’t understand anything, Master only wanted you to face some setbacks, to improve, but you misunderstood him so deeply..."

Wu Ping sneered coldly, "Stop trying to make it sound noble! You have no idea the grievances I’ve suffered!"

Wu Cheng closed his eyes tightly, letting a few more tears fall. He shook his head, ready to argue again for his master, but the dying Qi Daodong suddenly twitched twice, muttering something incomprehensibly.

Wu Cheng hurriedly gripped Qi Daodong’s hand, speaking with concern:

"Master! Don’t speak! It will be alright! It will be alright!"

Qi Daodong slowly opened his eyes, and the red glow in his pupils had vanished, leaving only the murky twilight in those dying eyes.

His Adam’s apple moved, and a few weak words crawled out of his mouth like dead insects:

"I... I’m sorry... for you..."

As soon as he spoke, as if experiencing a brief resurgence, he conjured an indomitable energy from nowhere and thrust his fingers, sword-like, directly into his own heart!

"No!" Wu Cheng screamed hoarsely.

But it was futile; Qi Daodong’s neck went limp, and he moved no more. A decaying, blood-red octopus manifested at his heart and remained still before beginning to rot away moments later.

The once promising and high-spirited Mr. Qi, accepting the power of evil while gravely wounded, used it to protect his two disciples for four days, eventually purging the evil within him by his own hand, dying with unfulfilled wishes.

Wu Cheng was in tears, his agonized cries seeming to pierce the clouds and shatter stones.

Wu Ping watched coldly, unmoved, still muttering venomously:

"Damn it, he just ups and dies? Get up and live, damn it! You brought me here, you better send me back before you die!"

He stomped in rage, suddenly catching sight of something that made him recoil against the wall in terror, his mouth trembling as he spoke:

"Brother... what, what is that?"

Wu Cheng, already a weeping mess, only looked up after Wu Ping’s reminder, realizing that surrounded them were eight massive tentacles that blotted out the sky and sun!

Following the tentacles to their convergence point, there was a swirling vortex of blood and flesh interspersed with mist, its most eye-catching feature being the two indescribable, strange points of light at its center.

It wasn’t that the two of them forgot to escape, but rather they had abandoned the unrealistic notion. With separate tentacles wrapping around each, lifting them high into the air.

The same voice echoed simultaneously in both their minds:

"Only one of you can live, in exchange, he must do something for me."

This mysterious evil entity had deemed their death a certainty, mercifully offering one of them a chance for survival.

The two brothers exchanged a glance, their expressions indistinct in the darkness, but different emotions clashed in their eyes...

An hour later, Wu Cheng was dragging his wounded left leg through the fog and night.

His expression was numb, all his tears shed.

...

Under the bright moonlight.

A woman in a white dress as immaculate as fresh snow leaned on her sword, blood spilling from her lips, unable to hold it back.

Facing He Shutong was a seductive woman with strange tattoos all over her exposed skin, who wiped the already dry blood from her lips, speaking in an alluring voice:

"Lotus Sword Venerable, cultivation isn’t a man. You lost it for eight years, and now that you’ve picked it up again, do you think it will be as intimate with you as before? As you are now, you might be able to kill my junior brother, but you can’t kill me. If you keep forcing Qi Movement like this, your spiritual platform might just shatter immediately..."

He Shutong’s eyes were resolute; the female evil cultivator was not wrong.

The Profound Qi suddenly emerging in her body and spiritual platform had still not fully integrated, plus the continuous battle over two days had brought her to the brink of collapse.

But she had reasons she couldn’t ignore to enter the mist ahead; she wouldn’t allow herself to stop here.

Gripping this thought, she steeled herself to push once more with the Lotus Swordsmanship, but suddenly sensing something, she turned to gaze back at the high-hanging moon.

A fairy hovered in the air before the moon, her white dress flowing with the wind, resembling a moon goddess descending from above.

The newcomer was the rising star and sole true disciple of Profound Sky Sect’s new generation, also known by He Shutong as Wangshu, someone a hundred Gu Yaos could not match when facing evil entities.

A Jade Rabbit Mask obscured her true face, her cool voice drifting over:

"Master."