Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind-Chapter 90 - 79: Battle with Wu Ping

Last night.

"Only one person can survive, and in exchange, he must do something for me."

As soon as this voice echoed in their hearts, Wu Cheng immediately held back his tears and solemnly shouted to Wu Ping:

"Wu Ping, don’t trust it!"

But Wu Ping seemed to be mute, unable to utter a sound.

"Wu Ping!" Wu Cheng urgently called out his younger brother’s name.

"Brother... I don’t want to die..."

"Get a grip! Even if it means dying, you must not become its puppet!"

Wu Cheng was emotionally agitated, the veins on his neck bulging as he shouted with all his might, hoping to awaken his foolish brother.

Then, the tentacles released them, and they fell to the ground with a painful cry. The voice echoed once more in both their hearts:

"Decide quickly, I only need one."

Then, eight tentacles, like a prison, enclosed them in a small space.

Wu Cheng looked at the dim red light on the tentacles, feeling hopeless. Even in his prime, he felt weak in the face of this evil spirit. Death or becoming its puppet seemed to be the only options before him.

Suddenly, Wu Cheng’s expression grew incredibly resolute. This evil spirit, like a high and mighty deity, regarded their lives as its possessions and used what rightfully belonged to them to coerce them. But how could he comply?

Humans and evil forces are incompatible. Wu Cheng was a once-in-a-century Innate Dao Body, destined to stand at the pinnacle of righteousness. Although he had done some wrong, he would never cater to an evil spirit to cling to life.

He was relieved that his brother was just as clear about right and wrong:

"Brother... we mustn’t listen to it! It’s trying to deceive us! We’ll die together! We mustn’t become its accomplices!" 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

The night was deep and foggy, Wu Cheng couldn’t see Wu Ping’s expression, but he felt comforted. This was the second son of the Wu family, this was his brother Wu Cheng. He nodded:

"Okay!"

"Brother, if there’s a next life... I’ll be your brother again..."

Wu Ping’s voice was choked, and under the glow of the tentacles, a small shadow raised a sword in reverse and plunged it into his own chest without hesitation, and after a few twitches, he completely collapsed.

Blood splattered on Wu Cheng’s face. Feeling the warmth of his brother’s blood, countless memories of growing up with Wu Ping surfaced: he was favored by their parents and elders, equitably transforming this affection into brotherly love for his younger sibling. He was famous from a young age, surrounded by flattering friends, but in his eyes, only sincere family ties were eternal.

Wu Cheng hesitated no more, gathering his last bit of Profound Qi, he transformed it into an ice spike and pierced his own heart.

The gushing blood bloomed like a flower, only to be frozen by the extreme cold of the ice spike, turning into a tragic yet beautiful work of art.

But the Dream-eating Ghost’s tentacles did not retreat despondently because of their suicide; it continued to envelop the two who lay on the ground.

Wu Ping, enduring severe pain, pulled the sword from his right chest, struggling to sit up and murmuring to the Dream-eating Ghost:

"It’s me who’s alive... let me live... I’ll do whatever you want."

A tentacle lifted Wu Cheng’s corpse and tossed it in front of Wu Ping.

"Your body can’t complete what I need you to do, you have two choices."

"Transfer your consciousness into his body; once the task is done, your consciousness will return, and you’ll still be yourself."

"Or eat him, and you will forever become him."

Wu Ping looked at Wu Cheng’s handsome face and almost immediately made a decision. The life his brother seized from him, he naturally had to seize back.

At that moment, this derelict house seemed to become the darkest place in Chuyun City. With each retch, Wu Ping swallowed a piece of flesh, prompting corresponding changes in his body.

The Dream-eating Ghost watched it all coldly; from beginning to end, it never used any abilities related to dreams.

...

You Su’s hands were trembling; he never expected that this clown he had never taken seriously could become so depraved.

Through the dense white fog, You Su looked at the blissful smile Wu Ping showed with Wu Cheng’s face, feeling as if all blind people were alike: able to see through the fog, but never through the sinister ghosts in one’s heart.

"What exactly does it want you to do for it?" You Su’s sword momentum gathered.

"It’s very simple, really, just to create chaos and force you out. Funny, I even thought it wanted me to go on a killing spree, what a disappointment." Wu Ping also drew his sword, holding it in his hand with an air of ease.

"Your words won’t make you seem terrifying to me, only make you die more miserably."

Before the words finished, the Mo Song Sword swept forth like a raging dragon, and the pierced space seemed to fall into a vacuum, with a sudden pillar of vapor in the swirling white mist.

Wu Ping’s expression subtly changed; he channeled Qi into his sword, feeling the feedback from this sword and feeling even more fortunate. If it weren’t for this evil spirit, how could he possibly have touched this Immortal Sword, which his father had spent a fortune forging for his brother?

The next instant, his sword was also like a raging dragon; as the swords clashed, an ear-splitting explosion resonated!

Both were repelled by the sword momentum; You Su was astounded by Wu Ping’s swordsmanship. He had thought it was a case of switching a prince with a civet cat; even with Wu Cheng’s body, Wu Ping shouldn’t be stronger than Wu Cheng, yet this long-awaited strike was blocked by Wu Ping!

The mist was parted slightly by the Profound Qi swirling around the swords, You Su squinted slightly, realizing the source of Wu Ping’s power.

On Wu Ping’s body, a blood-red octopus emerged, just like those in the Lucky Cave before. However, this one was even more scarlet, more dangerous in feeling, with each tentacle as if extended from Wu Ping’s body, tightly connecting with him via the suckers.

You Su’s spirit platform opened within, Profound Qi circulated rapidly through his Spirit Vein, and he began to sprint with a single sword in hand. This time, he no longer pursued speed; instead, with every step, his sword momentum grew stronger, sinking the road stones beneath his feet!

His Sword Qi was like a rainbow, leaving a clean, crisp arc in the white mist.

Wu Ping neither dodged nor avoided, directly confronting it. His sword’s temperament was pitiful, far inferior to the Mo Song Sword, but this body of blood and flesh granted by the evil spirit gave him formidable physical strength, once again severing You Su’s fierce sword light.

Yet You Su was undaunted; the Mandarin Duck Sword Scripture is ever-changing, and alongside sword techniques seeking formidable strikes, there are also continuous, incessant moves like tidal waves.

Especially in this narrow alleyway, a wide-open swordsmanship was unsuitable. You Su’s sword dance was relentless, with endless sword maneuvers creating brilliant sword light showering upon Wu Ping.

Wu Ping failed to parry a move; the tentacle on the back of his left hand was mercilessly severed, making him cry out in pain. Wu Ping’s eyes turned red; he chose to endure You Su’s sword, using his body to pinion the Mo Song Sword before launching a palm.

This palm strike was insidious; You Su couldn’t avoid it and was sent flying, with his heels plowing two deep furrows into the road stones.

A young girl in a ruqun caught You Su’s retreating figure, white mist dispersing around her, seemingly shrouded by black mist.