Fairy, Don’t Be Afraid, I’m Blind

Chapter 25: Cultivating Spellcraft

“The key point of that statement is his astonishing talent in the sword arts-not that he found himself a junior sister.”

“If he didn’t have such a talent, do you think my simple lessons would have been enough to teach him?”

“At least you’re aware of your own limitations.”

“Come on, tell me more about how he found her! My Heaven and Earth Yin-Yang Harmonious Mandarin Duck Sword Sect hasn’t had fresh blood in ages – aside from you back when you were desperate, and little You Su whom I picked up.”

“Or perhaps it wasn’t him who sought her out. She came to us, asking to become his disciple. But I could tell that she was here for You Su.” The immortal maiden’s tone was indifferent, but the memory of those events from three years ago felt as vivid as yesterday.

“Oh ho, that little brat has some guts. What’s the name of my second disciple? Where does she come from? What does she look like? Is she prettier than your disciple?”

The woman on the other side of the sword fired off her questions with evident delight.

“Her name is Ji Lingruo. Her background is unclear, but undoubtedly not simple. As for her appearance, it holds no meaning for You Su, and even less value for a cultivator.”

“Tsk tsk, you can pretend as much as you want. When the Heavenly Beauty Rankings came out and you found yourself at the top, I bet you were secretly thrilled.”

“I never thought that way.” The immortal maiden’s voice remained icy, revealing no emotion.

Suddenly, the radiant treasure sword in her hand began to tremble violently, though not in its previous rhythmic pattern. Rarely, a flicker of panic crossed the autumnal, water-like clarity of her eyes.

Her tone finally softened, losing its usual aloofness:

“Chujun, what’s wrong?”

After a moment, the gruff voice of the woman on the other side returned, speaking rapidly as if dictating her last words through gritted teeth:

“He Shutong! You must protect my precious disciple until the day I reunite with him, do you hear me?! Keep a close eye on his junior sister, too! It wasn’t easy for me to emerge from the sea-eight years of progress nearly undone, and this thing was drawn out because of it! I admit that I owe You Su much, but what I’m doing now is of monumental importance! Don’t let me down!”

The sword’s erratic trembling intensified. Despite her efforts to steady it by gripping the hilt tightly, the immortal maiden couldn’t control the blade that had been with her for over a century.

“Hey! Come here, you old witch! Evil beings do not deserve to tread this earth – die…!”

The word “die” failed to reach its crescendo, instead deflating like a punctured balloon until it faded into silence. The sword in her hand calmed simultaneously, quietly reflecting the moonlight.

The immortal maiden lowered her head slightly, murmuring softly:

“You better come back alive too…”

With that, she sheathed her sword, tapped her toes lightly against a tree branch, and vanished into the quiet night.

In truth, there was one thing that she hadn’t mentioned.

On the night of You Su’s decisive battle with the Evil Cultivator, she had sensed another strange force lurking around the battle. She had an inkling that behind this sudden appearance of the evil cultivator lay an even greater conspiracy, one that she needed to thoroughly investigate.

Unfortunately, by the time she reached this point, the trail had gone cold. Just then, the message about the Dream-Eating Ghost surfaced from the Evil Repelling Token – a malevolent entity so powerful that even at the height of her strength, she wouldn’t dare face it alone.

At first glance, these two incidents seemed unrelated, but at her cultivation level, she had developed a faint sense of fate. Through the foggy night, she could almost see a massive cloud of misfortune quietly brewing over Chuyun City.

She couldn’t tell Guan Chujun about this – it would only add to her worries. In such perilous circumstances, rather than focusing on her disciple’s life talisman, Guan Chujun should be more concerned with her own survival.

You Su straightened his body, marveling at how quickly his physical strength had recovered. Although his entire body still ached, he had regained much of his vigor.

Pretending to see the carefree sleeping face of the young girl, he shook his head helplessly. She was clearly exhausted, but still forced herself to stay awake to take care of her senior brother.

Gently lifting Ji Lingruo from the crook of her legs, You Su decided against entering his junior sister’s room and carried her to his own bed instead.

The sensation of lifting her was like holding something impossibly delicate-soft, fragrant, and yielding. Ji Lingruo slept deeply, unconsciously nuzzling against the crook of You Su’s arm with a tenderness that made her appear even more endearing in slumber than she did during the day, resembling a slender, pliant little snake.

You Su didn’t linger on the pleasant feeling in his arms. Instead, he carefully tucked her into bed, pulling the thin blanket snugly around her. The fabric clung to her form, accentuating the budding curves of her youthful figure.

Although not an absolute paragon of virtue, You Su felt a deep pang in his heart when he thought about the suffering his junior sister was enduring. This sobering realization left no room for frivolous thoughts. Before leaving the room, he gently patted her head, silently cheering on this resilient young girl.

It wasn’t just his junior sister who needed to push forward; You Su himself had to as well. With sleep eluding him, every second counted towards becoming stronger. Wasting even a moment felt like an unforgivable luxury.

Back in the room, if one were to light a lamp, one would see the maiden’s face blush a delicate shade of pink, similar to the delicate petals of a flower.

Feeling that her senior brother had already entered the courtyard, she quietly turned over and buried her face in You Su’s pillow. Like a greedy little beast, she inhaled the scent that uniquely belonged to him.

The only visible part of her – the tips of her ears – grew even redder.

You Su sat cross-legged on the stone chair, increasingly grateful for the invaluable treasure that was the Dimensional Bag .

If he had merely obtained these books without it, he wouldn’t have been able to study them independently as a blind man. His only option might have been to continue deceiving his junior sister and asking her to read them aloud for him. But these texts clearly originated from a prestigious sect like the Spiritual Treasure Sect-not something someone from this remote town could casually produce.

Even if his junior sister were slow to catch on, she’d eventually sense something amiss, which would contradict the warnings of the dream world junior sister.

But with the Dimensional Bag, everything changed. He could directly access these books within his consciousness and read them as though they were physically before his eyes.

In the profound stillness of the night, You Su closed his eyes, his refined yet stern features melting into the shadows.

What intrigued him most were the wondrous spellcraft techniques that Elder Ling had effortlessly employed with a mere wave of his hand. Thus, he began with “Comprehensive Selection of Five Elements Spellcraft”.

The book not only documented numerous basic spells, but also explained the nature of spellcraft itself:

The Heavenly Laws that governed this world were composed of countless different dominions, all working together to establish the rules by which the world operated.

Spellcraft was the power derived from borrowing these rules from the Heavenly Laws.

Most spells required the recitation of chants-some long, some short, their meanings often cryptic. These chants served to resonate with the heavenly laws, granting partial control over the corresponding rules.

Although the content was basic, its breadth was impressive. For You Su, who had never encountered such knowledge before, it was utterly captivating. Immersed in the text, he read with great enthusiasm, occasionally pausing to practice forming seals with his fingers, beginning his journey into the cultivation of spellcraft.