Fairy, Don’t Be Afraid, I’m Blind

Chapter 83: Overwhelming Weakness

“Is it that Chuyun City can’t bear the burden, or is it your Auspicious Cave that can’t handle it?”

Lord Liu’s gaze flickered with surprise, but he didn’t rush to attack. Instead, he chuckled, “You Su, have you always been this clever?”

“It’s not me being clever—it’s just that your actions are riddled with too many coincidences.”

“Ah, who could blame my suddenly visiting Senior Brother Gu for being so meticulous? He insisted on searching for the source of the mist, so I had no choice but to kill him and begin the plan ahead of schedule.” Lord Liu shook his head with a faint smile. “The numbers were originally sufficient, but then those three evil entities appeared out of nowhere and killed some people, forcing me to go outside to round up more participants.”

“It’s not my fault there were so many coincidences—plans simply can’t keep up with changes. But it doesn’t matter anymore. No one can stop me now.”

Lord Liu wasn’t exaggerating. He had waited far too long for this moment, and he would never allow any falsehood to tarnish the fruits of nearly a century of effort.

He was once the Sect Leader of the Demon Suppressing Sect, but that cursed Divine Mountain Purge nearly destroyed everything he had worked for.

Yet fate favored him. A disfigured man saved him and took him as a servant.

His benefactor’s knowledge of evil entities astonished him. Even after a hundred years of dealing with such beings, he had never heard of so many secrets. As their time together grew, so did the trust bestowed upon him.

Gradually, his benefactor revealed his ambitions. The benefactor claimed to have seen the Hidden Scroll, which contained ancient secrets. It was from him that Lord Liu first learned of a way to overturn the world.

To fulfill his benefactor’s ambition, Lord Liu endured inhumane transformations. The malevolent entities that had almost become one with him were forcibly stripped away, and over several years, he was carved into an entirely new person—an outer sect disciple of the Mystic Firmament Sect seeking opportunities to break through, named Liu Qinnan.

On the eve of his entry into the Mystic Firmament Sect to replace Liu Qinnan, he orchestrated the assassination of his benefactor. For in this new world, only he could be the master.

For nearly forty years, he performed at the Mystic Firmament Sect. No one suspected that he was no longer the same person. With his impeccable acting, he eventually secured the position of City Lord of Chuyun City—a sacred site indispensable for the divine revelation recorded in the Hidden Scroll.

As City Lord, he spent sixty years meticulously laying the groundwork, exploiting every resource at his disposal. He ignored doubts and disdain, for he knew that once he succeeded, all living beings across the Five Continents would look up to him in awe.

The True Master—the origin of all evil entities. By reviving the True Master and taking its place, he would become the absolute new ruler of the Five Continents, with even the Three Great Evil Gods serving as his slaves.

He had already located the Divine Hall, where countless powerful dormant evil entities lay hidden. Awakening just one of them had unleashed the thick fog and summoned the evil entities plaguing the city, filling him with exhilaration.

Now, all he needed to do was ignite the lives of everyone in the Auspicious Cave tomorrow to fuel the final stage of his grand transformation.

But before that, he had to retrieve these two scarce logs of firewood attempting to escape.

You Su locked eyes with Lord Liu. Though he had already used his daily chance to open his eyes, he could almost feel the filthiness of Lord Liu’s gaze through the mist.

Through gritted teeth, he forced out a few words: “Junior Sister, run. I’ll find you later.”

Lord Liu was visibly moved. “You wouldn’t dare fight me, would you?”

You Su clenched his jaw tightly, pressing his hand firmly onto the hilt of his sword.

Seeing his stance, Lord Liu sneered. Another burst of energy shot toward You Su like a flying arrow.

With neither spiritual awareness nor vision to rely on, You Su focused entirely on his hearing. No matter how fast the finger strike traveled, it couldn’t surpass the speed of sound!

You Su moved like a ghost. The devastating finger strike narrowly missed him, grazing his upper arm and leaving a bloody gash.

But this didn’t halt You Su’s movements. That overwhelming sword intent resembling a raging bull reappeared, its immense power dispersing the ethereal white mist. The surging killing intent materialized into something tangible!

During his earlier battle with Wu Ping, You Su had fully grasped the essence of his sword intent. He couldn’t help but recall the original name of the Black Pine Sword, given by his master: Don’t Be a Coward Sword.

Finding the name distasteful, he had renamed it the Black Pine Sword. But if he had to give a name to the torrent of sword intent surging within him now, You Su thought, nothing fit better than “Don’t Be a Coward.”

With one decisive slash, it was as though a silver vase had shattered. The surrounding white mist dissipated.

In the clearing, Lord Liu stood motionless. He casually raised his hand, his sleeve slipping down to reveal a gaunt arm. Yet this very arm effortlessly deflected the force of the Black Pine Sword. With two pale fingers, Lord Liu pinched the blade, immovable like a mountain.

For the first time, You Su felt the sting of failure. This was his proudest move, the one that had repeatedly turned the tide in his favor and even reversed defeats into victories. Yet under Lord Liu’s hand, it was as futile as a lump of clay sinking into the ocean.

Lord Liu held the sword with one hand while clenching his other into a fist. A surge of energy erupted before him, blasting You Su like a bird plummeting from the sky, sending him flying backward.

Overwhelming weakness.

“How naive. Being able to comprehend sword intent at eighteen undoubtedly makes you a genius, but with over two hundred years of cultivation under my belt, the chasm between us cannot possibly be bridged by a mere sword intent.”

Lord Liu looked down at You Su, who lay sprawled on the ground. His robes billowed without wind as he slowly levitated into the air, surrounded by white mist like a true immortal descending.

“You’re not at the Water Condensation Realm… You’ve reached the Feather Transformation Realm!” You Su struggled to his feet once more, his heart pounding like a war drum.

There was a fundamental difference between the Feather Transformation Realm and the Water Condensation Realm. The ability to levitate was crucial—not only for combat but also for retreat. A cultivator at the Feather Transformation Realm could easily handle four or five Water Condensation Realm opponents, let alone someone at the Spirit Platform Realm.

“Do you really think I’ve made no progress in sixty years?” Lord Liu looked down imperiously. “I owe much of my smooth recovery to my Senior Brother Gu and his pure cultivation energy.”

You Su glared furiously, but Lord Liu remained untouchable, high above. Even leaping and swinging his sword couldn’t reach the hem of Lord Liu’s robe. Victory seemed utterly out of reach.

Indeed, an insurmountable gap lay between them…

Lord Liu felt the same. Suddenly, he grew bored. After suppressing himself for so long, he found himself boasting in front of a mere Spirit Platform Realm youth.

“Surrender quietly. Death will come easier that way.”

You Su spat out a mouthful of blood, struggling to rise. “Aren’t you afraid of my master’s wife?”

“If your master’s wife were in this city, she would have revealed herself by now. And if she’s outside, the countless evil entities lurking in this endless mist would prevent her from entering, no matter how powerful she is. That’s all I have to say. Let’s go.”

Before his words faded, Lord Liu made a grasping motion in the air. An invisible giant hand descended toward You Su and Ji Lingruo.

You Su gripped his sword tightly, stepping forward. “Junior Sister, go first!”

He had told Ji Lingruo to leave earlier, but she hadn’t budged. Was she determined to stay and die together?

The oppressive force of the invisible hand bore down like a collapsing mountain. You Su knew escape was impossible. Fury burned in his eyes, threatening to turn them black once more. Even so, he still felt this palm strike was unstoppable.

But he refused to give up. His sword trembled violently as he steeled himself to resist capture.

A delicate hand stopped him. Ji Lingruo stepped in front of him, softly saying, “Senior Brother, remember to wake me up.”