Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind

It was He Kongyue’s face.

Three exceptionally powerful Void Realm Venerables took over the battlefield, supporting the half-collapsed mountain with great effort.

This heavy rain came quickly and left just as fast.

The Sword Cultivators hiding everywhere were jubilant, relieved that their lives had been saved at last.

"This will be the last rain of the winter..."

Fu Cailing looked at the gray sky, shrank slightly, and left.

...

A green light gradually enveloped You Su’s Sea of Consciousness, dragging his awareness into an ancient memory.

The Sect Leader brought back a dark-skinned, begging girl, telling her that she would have to follow him for proper cultivation from now on.

She thought she was a dusty pearl discovered, but actually, it was because the Shadow-accepting Sword Sect had a severe shortage of disciples that year, forcing the Sect Leader to find a little beggar to make up the numbers.

Despite this, for a little beggar, life in the Sect was still quite comfortable.

Every day she practiced swordsmanship, and although clumsy, she was diligent.

Day after day, she gradually realized that the Sect was declining, and that the Sect Leader, both mentor and father figure, longed to elevate the Sect to the ethereal Divine Mountain.

At that time, without the protection of the Divine Radiance Stone, everywhere in the Five Continents, except the sacred Divine Mountain, could be invaded by evil spirits.

Learning this, she practiced even more earnestly to repay the kindness shown to her.

As she delved deeper into the Shadow-Embracing Sword Skill, she felt an increasing affinity with it, as if she were a prodigy born for it.

She thought this might be related to her past experiences.

She wasn’t actually a beggar; she was a renowned thief in the vicinity, stealing from the rich to aid those weaker than herself. She was small, elusive, and uncatchable. Unbeknownst to her, she had already grasped the essence of Chengying.

Looking at the Shadow-Bearing Sword she had secretly taken from the secret chamber, she felt for the first time an urge to wield it.

The next day, the Sect Leader, going against all objections, entrusted her with the Shadow-Bearing Sword.

From then on, she rose to unprecedented heights.

With unparalleled grace, she led the Shadow-accepting Sword Sect to the long-cherished Divine Mountain.

After fulfilling the Sect Leader’s dream, she began to pursue her own ambition: to save the world.

Robbing the rich to give to the poor, wasn’t that what she always did?

She began slaying demons along the coast of the Zhongyuan Continent, becoming a warrior lauded as the Female Sword Immortal.

By then, rumors of her being a former thief were rife, but instead of scorn, there was admiration.

She felt she was on the brink of success; the anxiety from her childhood thefts was about to help her become a celebrated savior.

Before a mission at sea that no one dared to accept, she resolutely agreed.

It was a massive ship heading to uncharted waters.

Just as they were about to return, they encountered the real Evil God—the Master of Dreams.

In its presence, everyone descended into madness, turning on each other. She knew then that the so-called salvation was impossible.

She survived through sheer force of will and returned alone.

At that time, she was dispirited, unable to utter a word to anyone, unsure of where to begin. Instead of viewing her as an innocent survivor, they regarded her as someone who lived through cowardice, after all, she was originally a thief.

She was aggrieved and unwilling to speak, inevitably beginning to long for her Sect.

She discovered that while she was away, these people had driven her Sect down from the Divine Mountain.

Upon her return, she found that the Sect wasn’t faring much better.

Some wished to settle there, no longer aspiring to return to the Divine Mountain; others pleaded with her to lead them back for glory.

This even led to intense conflict, and old enemies, seeing the chaos, left them alone.

Self-slaughter was a vice the Human Race couldn’t shake, and without interference from evil spirits, this world would end in ruin.

By daylight, she found no one in the Sect survived.

That was when she woke up—it turned out the Master of Dreams had not spared her but chosen her.

From beginning to end, she was the only one bewitched, who had killed the entire boat and her entire Sect in the name of release.

She had thought she was a selfless person, firm in her resolve with a noble ambition to save the world, but the Master of Dreams easily shattered her dream.

In truth, she never really wanted to save the world; it was just a facade to cleanse her childhood thieving stains.

She had stolen the Shadow-Bearing Sword meant for the senior disciple, stolen the achievements of those who died by the coast, and stolen the chance of survival for everyone on the ship...

After that, she went completely mad.

She locked herself underground, splitting into two halves.

Her ugly, obsessed self turned into a monster, while that demon became a dignified person instead.

For a thousand years, she fought herself, trying to turn her into a true evil spirit.

Yet she persevered because of a blurry image—

On that sunny afternoon, the old Sect Leader caught her hand as she reached for an elder’s purse.

"Stealing is not a good means, whether it’s to rob the rich to feed the poor or to fill your own stomach. Learn swordsmanship with me, and you’ll manage to make a living by yourself."

From beginning to end, the only one who told her not to steal was the old Sect Leader...