Fairy, Don’t Be Afraid, I’m Blind

Chapter 79: Battle with Wu Ping

Last Night

“Only one of you may live. In exchange, he must do something for me.”

As soon as the voice echoed in their minds, Wu Cheng immediately wiped away his tears and shouted earnestly to Wu Ping, “Wu Ping, don’t believe it!”

But Wu Ping was silent, as if struck mute, unable to utter a sound.

“Wu Ping!” Wu Cheng called out desperately once more.

“Brother… I don’t want to die…”

“Snap out of it! Even in death, we cannot become its puppet!”

Wu Cheng’s emotions surged, the veins on his neck bulging as he shouted with every ounce of strength in his body, hoping to awaken his foolish younger brother.

At that moment, the tentacles loosened, dropping them both to the ground with painful thuds. The voice resounded in their minds again: “Decide quickly. I only need one.”

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

Wu Cheng stared at the dark red luminescence on the tentacles, despair sinking into his heart. Even at the peak of his power, he felt utterly insignificant before this fiend. It seemed there were only two paths ahead: death or becoming the fiend’s puppet.

Suddenly, Wu Cheng’s expression hardened. This fiend acted like a god above, treating their lives as its possessions and using what belonged to them to coerce them. But how could he possibly submit to its will?

Humans and evil could never coexist. Wu Cheng, a rare Innate Dao Body, was destined to stand at the pinnacle of righteousness. Though he had made mistakes, he would never compromise with evil to survive.

To his relief, his younger brother shared the same clarity of right and wrong: “Brother… let’s not listen to it! It’s deceiving us! Let’s die together! We absolutely cannot become its accomplices!”

In the thick darkness and fog, Wu Cheng couldn’t see Wu Ping’s expression, but he felt comforted. This was indeed the second young master of the Wu family, the younger brother he knew. He nodded firmly, “Mm!”

“Brother, if there’s a next life… can I still be your younger brother?”

Wu Ping’s voice choked with emotion. Under the faint glow of the tentacles, a small figure raised his sword and thrust it mercilessly into his own chest. After a few convulsions, he collapsed completely.

Blood splattered onto Wu Cheng’s face. Feeling the warmth of his younger brother’s blood, countless memories of growing up with Wu Ping flooded his mind: the favoritism from their parents and elders, which he had turned into a brother’s love; his early fame, surrounded by flatterers, yet in his eyes, only sincere familial bonds were eternal.

Without hesitation, Wu Cheng gathered the last remnants of his spiritual energy into an ice spike and plunged it into his own heart.

The gushing blood blossomed like a flower, frozen by the extreme cold of the ice spike into a tragic, beautiful sculpture.

Yet, the Dream-Eating Ghost’s tentacles did not withdraw after their suicides. They continued to encircle the fallen brothers.

Wu Ping, enduring excruciating pain, pulled the sword from his right chest and struggled to prop himself up. He muttered to the Dream-Eating Ghost, “The one who lives is me… let me live… I’ll do whatever you say.”

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

“You failed to complete my task. 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 forever become him.”

Wu Ping gazed at Wu Cheng’s handsome face and made his decision almost instantly. The life stolen by his brother would now be reclaimed.

In that moment, this dilapidated house became the darkest place in Chuyun City. With each retching gulp of fresh meat, Wu Ping’s body underwent corresponding changes.

The Dream-Eating Ghost watched indifferently, never once using its dream-related abilities throughout the process.

You Su’s hands trembled. He never imagined that this clown, whom he had never taken seriously, could stoop so low.

Through the swirling mist, You Su saw the chilling smile on Wu Ping’s face—now wearing Wu Cheng’s visage—and thought bitterly: Perhaps all blind men are the same. They can see through the fog but can never perceive the demons lurking in people’s hearts.

“What exactly does it want you to do?” You Su focused his sword energy.

“It’s simple. Create chaos and force you out. I thought it wanted me to massacre people. How disappointing.” Wu Ping drew his sword and examined it casually, appearing completely at ease.

“Your words don’t frighten me—they only ensure a more brutal death for you.”

Before the words faded, the Black Pine Sword surged forward like a mad dragon, piercing through the air as though creating a vacuum. A sudden column of air erupted in the mist.

Wu Ping’s expression shifted slightly. He channeled his energy, marveling at the feedback from this sword—crafted by his father at great expense for his brother. Without this fiend, how could he ever have touched such a divine weapon?

In the next instant, his sword too roared like a dragon. The clash of the two swords produced an ear-splitting explosion!

Both were repelled by the force of the impact. You Su was astonished by Wu Ping’s swordsmanship. He had assumed that with “the prince swapped for a cat,” even wielding Wu Cheng’s body, Wu Ping’s strength wouldn’t surpass Wu Cheng’s. Yet this long-prepared strike was blocked head-on!

The mist dissipated slightly from the surging spiritual energy. You Su narrowed his eyes, understanding the source of Wu Ping’s power.

On Wu Ping’s body appeared a blood-red octopus, similar to those in the Auspicious Cave earlier—but this one was a deeper crimson, exuding an even more dangerous aura. Each tentacle extended like external bones from Wu Ping’s body, tightly connected through suckers.

You Su’s spirit platform opened fully, his spirit channels operating at full speed. Gripping his sword with one hand, he began charging. This time, he didn’t focus on speed. Instead, each step amplified his sword energy, crushing the bricks beneath his feet!

His sword qi blazed like a rainbow, leaving a clean, decisive arc in the white mist.

Wu Ping neither dodged nor retreated, meeting the attack head-on. Though the energy in his sword was pitiful compared to the Black Pine Sword, the flesh-bound fiend granted him immense physical strength, shattering You Su’s fierce sword light once more.

But You Su wasn’t discouraged. The Mandarin Duck Sword Manual was endlessly versatile, offering techniques that pursued overwhelming single strikes as well as relentless, wave-like combinations.

Especially in this narrow alleyway, wide, sweeping swordplay was unsuitable. You Su’s sword danced ceaselessly, unleashing dazzling sword lights that poured onto Wu Ping.

Caught off guard, Wu Ping’s tentacle on the back of his left hand was ruthlessly severed, eliciting a high-pitched scream. His pupils turned crimson, and he chose to endure one of You Su’s strikes, trapping the Black Pine Sword with his body before delivering a sneaky palm strike.

This strike came treacherously. You Su couldn’t evade in time and was sent flying backward, his heels gouging deep trenches into the road bricks.

A maiden in a flowing dress caught You Su’s retreating form. Around her, the white mist dispersed, replaced by a shroud of black fog.