Even Though I Am Blind, I Am Invincible

That night, Xiao Heng sat at his desk, exhaustion tugging at him, but his mind burned with restless inspiration. He traced the parchment, each brushstroke forming the foundation of a technique that was his alone.

A path no one had walked before. A path only he could forge.

But a whisper of doubt coiled in his chest. Would this be enough?

"You have invincible power, but you must learn control."

Taoist Yao Hai's voice echoed in his mind.

"A cloth over your eyes will aid your restraint. Do not fight with your hands—use weapons, or disaster will follow."

Xiao Heng's fingers tightened around the jade ring on his finger. With a thought, its hidden space unfurled before him.

A god-level weapon—the Tianhai Flute.

Spirit stones, pulsing like captured stars.

Robes of white and blue, woven with energy.

Each was a treasure of immense value. But what mattered most was what they represented.

A chance to reclaim his fate.

A chance to carve his own path.

He exhaled slowly. He was no longer the weak young master cast aside by his clan. That Xiao Heng had died on the mountain, left behind along with his sight.

A gust of wind stirred the parchment beside his hand. Fatigue weighed down his limbs, but he forced himself to complete the last stroke. Only then did sleep claim him.

Soft footsteps barely disturbed the silence. His mother paused at the threshold, gazing at her sleeping son.

Once, he had been small enough to curl into her lap, seeking comfort. Now, even in sleep, his brows were furrowed, burdened by struggles she could not ease.

She stepped forward and draped a blanket over him, smoothing the fabric with quiet care.

"Rest well, Heng'er."

A presence stirred at the doorway. She turned.

Xiao Heng's father.

He did not step inside. He only watched the scattered pages, the inked lines drawn with such certainty.

After a long silence, he murmured, "How does a blind boy write?"

There was no judgment—only quiet wonder, tinged with something heavier.

His mother smiled faintly. "Being blind does not mean being incapable."

Her husband exhaled. His shoulders seemed heavier. "Tomorrow, there will be another family gathering. Xiao Feng will be there."

She stiffened. The warmth in her expression dimmed.

"It's best Heng'er does not see him."

Her lips pressed together. "Yes, I agree."

Outside, the night deepened. Yet, within the silence, the tides of fate had already begun to shift.