Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind

You Su stood up again and saluted respectfully.

"You three siblings have quite the deep bond."

Mr. Chengying looked deeply at You Su, then returned to his seat, "Well, let’s wait until you’ve all answered, and then you can all become apprentices together. Let’s see if your family is indeed full of promising talents."

Ye Erong watched the two handsome young men, trembling behind them.

This bizarre demon scanned the crowd and continued:

"But I must remind you all, as soon as I find my chief disciple, the selection will end. The others will lose their opportunity to apprentice at the Shadow-accepting Sword Sect..."

The crowd, previously silent, quickly raised their hands, fearing that the person answering before them would be chosen as Mr. Chengying’s chief disciple.

Mr. Chengying remained indifferent, turning to You Su and said:

"It’s your turn. Speak about your choice."

You Su instinctively glanced at He Kongyue beside him, even though he could see nothing in his eyes.

At this moment, the crowd no longer hoped for You Su to answer spectacularly; instead, they wished he would be mediocre. As if the sword hanging over their heads was not controlled by Mr. Chengying, but grasped in You Su’s hand.

"I choose none."

"Why?"

Mr. Chengying’s expression was stern, black aura surging from him.

He Kongyue and Ye Erong watched with tense emotions, worried for You Su’s life. Others secretly rejoiced, glad that You Su had given the wrong answer.

From the previous two who passed, it was clear the purpose of the sword choice was to kill Black, as the enmity of a murdered father was intolerable. Mr. Chengying evidently thought so too, which is why he took these two as disciples.

But if Dan doesn’t choose a sword, how can he avenge his father?

Such a cowardly person, how could he be accepted as a disciple by Mr. Chengying?

"Think it over, these are Immortal Swords, can you simply discard them? If possible, I wish you three siblings could all apprentice under me..."

Mr. Chengying pressed his hands together, showing You Su a rare moment of kindness.

"They’re useless to me, how are they different from the Mortal Iron Sword?" You Su retorted.

"Immortal Swords can’t be useless," Mr. Chengying challenged, "These three Immortal Swords all contain the great Tao. If you choose one, you might follow behind Hui and learn sword cultivation and immortality."

"I am not Piaomiao Immortal, I am a mundane person. Hui gave me these three swords to choose, not to help me avenge, but to persuade me to let go of hatred. I refuse to let go, so I naturally will not choose." You Su’s tone was firm.

"Why do you say so?"

"Hui is using these three Immortal Swords to tell Dan that Black will eventually age and die, or gradually succumb to illness. In the end, Black cannot escape death. The matter of revenge does not require him to act personally; there will be a day when Black dies." You Su spoke slowly, "But if I were Dan, I would not deceive myself like this. If there’s hatred, it should be avenged personally. How can you wait for Black to die inexplicably and then comfort yourself that vengeance is complete?"

"But if you don’t choose these three Immortal Swords, how will you avenge?" Mr. Chengying asked impatiently.

"I choose not these three Immortal Swords, but my iron sword."

You Su raised the Mo Song Sword hanging at his waist, "The invisible sword may be powerful, but it’s not stronger than the tangible sword in my hand. Because only it can make the enemy I wish to kill lie immediately before me."

After saying this, the cave fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The crowd looked at You Su in disbelief; he didn’t choose the Immortal Sword, yet chose the Mortal Iron Sword in his hand, just to remember hatred and personally execute his enemies?

"Hahaha..."

Mr. Chengying suddenly burst into laughter, his rotten flesh trembling like waves.

He Kongyue looked stunned, knowing the inside story.

Upon hearing You Su’s answer, he recalled the experiences of Mr. Chengying.

This is the black and white, Dan and Hui; is it not just the shadow of Mr. Chengying’s experiences?

Mr. Chengying asking everyone which sword to choose is not seeking advice from the juniors but testing our attitudes, then seeking a like-minded person!

Facing hatred, she made her choice a long time ago!

"Though not entirely right, it’s not far off. You... may become my chief disciple!"

Once the words fell, everyone present was in an uproar.

They did not expect the worst-case scenario to have happened.

Several sword cultivators’ eyes turned red, glaring at You Su’s figure.

Why did you have to say the correct answer?!

Why couldn’t you have just said a little less!!

Why did you cut off everyone’s path!!!

"Alright, today’s Immortal Ascension Conference of the Shadow-accepting Sword Sect concludes here."

Mr. Chengying waved her jade hand, and a gust of energy swept through, causing everyone to collapse like ocean waves, except for You Su, He Kongyue, and the first female cultivator who apprenticed, standing straight.

"Mr. Chengying, wait!"

The speaker was Chunchan.

He still wore a gentle smile, forcing himself to stand and crawl up, carrying his sword behind him, displaying a courteous demeanor.

"What is it?" Mr. Chengying raised an eyebrow, glancing at Chunchan.

"Mr. Chengying’s swordsmanship is unparalleled; to be your chief disciple requires a certain strength to command respect. Although he is good, he’s still young and of low strength, more suitable as a junior disciple; taking on the role of chief disciple might not be appropriate..."

Chunchan’s words echoed many’s thoughts. But before anyone could agree, Chunchan was suddenly sliced into pieces, scattered like tofu.

Blood, flesh, intestines, every cut was smooth.

The half-beating heart was proof he had been alive just moments ago.

"The chief disciple appointed by me is not for you to comment on." Mr. Chengying’s tone was disdainful.

Everyone fell silent with fear, unable to imagine the fate awaiting them for not successfully apprenticing.