Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind

Upon hearing this question, the crowd below exchanged perplexed glances, not understanding its meaning.

Mr. Chengying surveyed the crowd, his gaze sweeping over individuals of extraordinary bearing, their ages ranging from their teens to over a hundred years old.

Among them were a few with exceptionally high talent, including several cultivators at the Feather Transformation Realm, yet none dared meet Mr. Chengying’s gaze, their eyes shifting nervously.

With disappointment in her eyes, Mr. Chengying randomly pointed at someone:

"You, answer my question."

The person she pointed at looked at himself in disbelief, comparing the finger aimed at him back and forth, hoping for even the slightest shift, yet Mr. Chengying’s finger remained unwaveringly on him.

He was only at the Condensed Water Lower Realm and, in his panic earlier, hadn’t fully caught Mr. Chengying’s story. When asked to choose now, he hesitated repeatedly.

But Mr. Chengying gave him no extra time to think. In an instant, the cultivator she pointed at exploded, like a tomato crushed casually, his scattered flesh and blood showering the crowd like fireworks.

Some cried in pain, some begged for mercy, and some screamed miserably.

This young cultivator with a bright future met his end at Mr. Chengying’s hands just like that.

"Hesitation is the greatest taboo for sword practitioners. If one hesitates in battle, the outcome will be far worse than this. Next, you answer."

Mr. Chengying pointed at another person, and He Kongyue looked over intently, realizing he knew this person—

The Sword Child Ding of the Carefree Sword Manor from Henggao Divine Mountain, just over forty, had recently broken through to the Middle Condensed Water Realm. His Sword Dao talent was outstanding, making him a highly regarded figure on the Celestial Pride List.

The Sword Child Ding stood up slowly, exuding confidence. This matched his usual temperament—calm and composed in his youth, brimming with integrity, arousing curiosity among the crowd about his unique insights.

"I would choose the Shadow-Bearing Sword."

"Why?"

"Because if I want to personally vanquish my enemies, relying solely on a sword is useless. I also need an exceptional swordsmanship, which the swordsmanship of the Shadow-accepting Sword Sect happens to fulfill."

He Kongyue was taken aback, realizing that the Sword Child Ding, known for his lofty integrity, would also grovel and flatter in the face of life-and-death crises...

"Alas, I thought you had grasped some profound secret, but it turns out you’re just a sycophant. My Shadow-accepting Sword Sect does not welcome people like you."

As Mr. Chengying’s words fell, Sword Child Ding’s head rolled to the ground, his smooth neck spurting blood.

Everything happened so quickly that the crowd didn’t even have the chance to think about saving him before Sword Child Ding was already beheaded.

"You, step forward!"

Mr. Chengying pointed at another person, this time a demure and delicate female cultivator.

The female cultivator stood up, trembling.

"I would choose the Night Training Sword."

"Why?"

"Because the first two swords had no effect when hitting people, while the Night Training Sword at least causes pain. I cannot wield the first two swords. If I am to seek revenge, I want my enemies to feel pain, even if just a little."

The female cultivator’s voice trembled but remained resolute, as if she bore the weight of heavy hatred on her shoulders.

Upon hearing her reasoning, the crowd sighed, moving a bit farther away, afraid of being splattered with blood. Yet, contrary to expectations, the female cultivator did not die.

"Not bad, not too ambitious, yet with a clear goal. You may enter my Shadow-accepting Sword Sect as a junior apprentice-sister."

Mr. Chengying nodded slightly, summoning her over:

"Pledge your apprenticeship now."

The female cultivator’s eyes shone, and she rushed over to kneel on the ground, no longer fearing the monstrosity before her, but instead filled with gratitude.

"Above is Mr. Chengying, I, Lv Jianzhi, have long admired you, wishing to become your disciple, I hope the venerable will not refuse!"

"I agree."

The female cultivator clenched her fists in excitement, looking back at the stunned crowd.

Among this group, she was an obscure nobody, yet she was fortunate to become Mr. Chengying’s first disciple. How could she not feel proud?

But as the crowd’s gaze shifted from shock to horror...

She sensed something was amiss and turned back, only to find a distorted face just inches from hers!

A set of rotten black-and-yellow teeth bit into her neck!

Her blood, flesh, and Profound Qi connected with this monster through the wound Mr. Chengying inflicted, making her eyelids feel especially heavy...

"Good disciple, your master has imparted the sect’s Heart Method to you. Remember it well and often renew your understanding."

Mr. Chengying retreated, while the fear in Lv Jianzhi’s eyes vanished, leaving her serene as she bowed in respect:

"Yes, Master."

The crowd below watched this scene in astonishment, unsure whether to feel joy or sorrow.

"Then the next one..."

Mr. Chengying’s selection continued while everyone froze with fear, worried that fortune might smile upon them.

"Then you, speak."

He Kongyue felt a chill down his spine, staring in shock at the finger pointing at him.