Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind

Ji Lingruo was overjoyed and didn’t dislike You Su’s little gestures as usual; instead, she modestly said:

"Actually, it was my master who taught me. I couldn’t have learned so quickly on my own. Although I graduated here with you, I’m still far from that with my master."

You Su, of course, guessed something about the master teaching the junior sister the Yong Sword, and indulged her with a smile:

"What did I promise you on the day you graduated?"

"A sword of my own?"

Ji Lingruo was both surprised and a bit worried.

"And the best sword at that."

As soon as You Su finished speaking, he took an elegantly crafted and antique-looking sword hilt from the Qiankun Bag, which was the Shadow-Bearing Sword obtained from the Spirit Void Mountain Range.

The sword hilt was semi-translucent, dark green, and upon its appearance, exuded a sharpness as if cutting jade and breaking gold.

"You were prepared for this all along!"

Ji Lingruo looked at the sword hilt in You Su’s hand in disbelief.

She had worried that this promise would place too much pressure on You Su, but she hadn’t expected him to have been prepared long ago.

Moved by her emotions, she felt her nose tingle, but noticed something amiss with the sword and stopped her emotions to ask:

"But why is there only a sword hilt?"

You Su anticipated this, touched the ground with his toes, and lifted a ginkgo leaf. With a swing of the sword hilt, although it seemed like he just waved the hilt, the swirling ginkgo leaves suddenly split in two and noisily fell to the ground.

Ji Lingruo was no longer a novice in Sword Dao and clearly saw that You Su’s swing didn’t use any Profound Qi at all, nor did he deliberately mobilize the Profound Qi in the world. It was just a casual swing, yet how did it cut through all the leaves?

"What’s going on here?"

Ji Lingruo quickly moved closer, curiously examining this sword that only had a hilt.

You Su no longer kept her in suspense and gently pressed his thumb on the sword guard, and an elusive shadow appeared on the ground.

Ji Lingruo focused her gaze, only to see that it was a blade as thin as a leaf, trembling slightly in the breeze, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden, as if even the light was being sliced by this thin blade.

"The ancestral sword of the Shadow-accepting Sword Sect, the Shadow-Bearing Sword. Under Mr. Chengying’s life essence nourishment, it advanced to a rare Immortal Sword."

When it comes to the best swords in the world, an Immortal Sword is undoubtedly the top choice.

At the level of an Immortal Sword, it’s no longer possible to measure quality as good or bad; every Immortal Sword has its special aspects. The only standard left to judge is whether the Immortal Sword suits its wielder.

"An Immortal Sword?!"

Ji Lingruo was clearly intimidated by the reputation, her previous enthusiasm fading as the extent of her surprise overwhelmed her joy.

It was unbelievable, considering You Su’s own sword was not an Immortal Sword, yet he found such a precious sword for her.

Confronted with such a heavy gift, she felt a bit apprehensive.

"Senior Brother, how about we sell it... we could get a lot of money for this..."

You Su gave a helpless, bitter laugh; his junior sister clearly could have been a young lady of leisure yet had grown to love money.

"No hurry to sell it. Immortal Swords possess spiritual traits, recognizing their master. If it can’t be used by you, then we’ll think about selling it later."

Ji Lingruo was still hesitant to take it. "But... it’s too precious; how could I use it..."

"You’re the Inheritor of the Yong Sword, a disciple of the Lotus Sword Venerable, the second miss of the Snake Race, and you’re also my junior sister, You Su’s junior. Why wouldn’t you be able to use it?"

You Su gently pressed the sword guard, causing the illusory thin blade to retract. He softly spun the sword hilt and then pointed it towards Ji Lingruo.

But Ji Lingruo still hesitated, her delicate hand trembling, not daring to reach out.

It’s not that she was truly afraid of the Immortal Sword; it was just that the gift prepared by You Su was so valuable that she found it difficult to accept.

"Mr. Chengying’s sword is formless, leaving only a fleeting shadow where it passes. Your swordplay is equally adept and agile, matching the nature of this sword. Mr. Chengying entrusted me to choose a worthy master for this sword before his passing, so there’s no way I could sell it. If you think you’re not worthy, I’ll just have to find someone else."

After speaking, You Su made a gesture to retract the sword. Hearing this, Ji Lingruo really gathered her courage and grabbed You Su’s wrist.

"The fertile water shouldn’t flow to outsiders; can I at least try...?"

Ji Lingruo’s fortune-loving nature flared up; she thought to herself that given the relationship between her and her senior brother, this gift, no matter how precious, would be internally dealt with. She’d just have to compensate You Su in return...

If it benefited someone else, that wouldn’t just be You Su’s loss, but hers as well.

Thus, with this determination not to let the fertile water flow outward, Ji Lingruo let the idea of the Shadow-Bearing Sword recognizing her as its master burn like wildfire, growing stronger and stronger.

You Su found it amusing, clearly guessing what was on the girl’s mind.

As Ji Lingruo’s aura intensified, the sword hilt in You Su’s hand began to tremble slightly, emitting a green glow as if responding.

Equally trembling was the Mo Song Sword at You Su’s waist; You Su patted it gently as if to say:

"This is your sword-wedded partner for the future, not an enemy. Stop acting like an overpowering hero."

The Mo Song Sword’s vigorous battle spirit indeed receded.

And at that moment, a strong wind rose suddenly, the floating clouds in the sky moved rapidly, and shadows raced by on the ground.

The ginkgo leaves that had settled by Ji Lingruo’s side rose with the wind, twirling around her like blossoms.

A magical ambiance enveloped Ji Lingruo and the Shadow-Bearing Sword. The girl stared resolutely at the sword, her gaze as firm as rock, with only one thought in her mind:

My senior brother absolutely cannot give you to anyone else!!

"Snick."

Ji Lingruo grasped the sword hilt.

At that moment, the drifting clouds paused, the flying leaves landed, and an all-encompassing silence bathed the world.

In a daze, Ji Lingruo seemed to see, beyond the sky, a woman in a green dress shed a tear, then gradually fade away.