Cliff Fall

[No CP] I Pretend to Be Blind in the Cultivation World Author: Little Fox Xili [Complete + Extras]

Blurb:

Wen Xu had been face-blind since birth. No matter how handsome the men or beautiful the women in the cultivation world, they all looked like wooden posts in his eyes.

Of course, face blindness did not stop him from cultivating and ascending. On the contrary, it was an enormous motivation for him to cultivate diligently, because he truly could not remember anyone's face!

His life was far too difficult. Thus, after entering Yonglu Mountain's gates, he decided to become blind.

Mm, at least until he cultivated spiritual sense and could distinguish everyone by their aura, he had to be blind.

It was just that being blind was not so easy either. [Sigh]

Tips:

1. This was my own style of cultivation novel. The male lead had no CP, but there would be plenty of handsome men and beautiful women.

2. The male lead was face-blind. No one would be special to him; he could not even remember his own face.

3. Three thousand words daily, with occasional double updates. Feel free to bookmark it.

Content tags: Heaven's favored son, immortal heroes and cultivation, feel-good wish-fulfillment, progression fantasy, lighthearted

Search keywords: Protagonist: Wen Xu ┃ Supporting cast: Bian Chunchou, Chen Zui ┃ Other: Many people, many events

One-sentence summary: Being half-blind was not easy.

Theme: Accept one's own shortcomings and reconcile with one's imperfect self.

VIP Highly Recommended Medal

Wen Xu had been face-blind since childhood. Because of it, he had been abandoned as a child and tasted all the bitterness of the human world. Just when he had finally settled down and decided to head to the capital for the imperial examinations, he encountered an unexplained pursuit. Heaven never stopped toying with him. Only when Wen Xu was forced off a cliff, with no hope left in life, did a turning point finally arrive.

With a humorous and lighthearted tone, this story depicted the cultivation life of the protagonist Wen Xu and his close friends Bian Chunchou and Chen Zui, unfolding a magnificent, grand, and vivid scroll of the cultivation world. The author did not focus solely on the protagonist, but through his journey of growth, told an ensemble cultivation story about striving, friendship, and family.

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2024

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Wen Xu was not blind, of course. On the contrary, not only could he see very clearly, he did not even suffer from the "short-sightedness" caused by scholars overusing their eyes. Yet many times, his eyes were less useful than those of a blind man.

At least a blind man could openly fail to recognize anyone. He could not, because he had perfectly normal eyesight, yet simply could not remember what anyone looked like.

If he had been a prince, marquis, general, or minister, he naturally would not have needed to watch anyone's expression before acting. But he had been born lowly. Had Old Scholar Wen not fortunately adopted him, he might still have been that abandoned child on the streets, liable to freeze to death in the cold wind at any moment.

That was right. Wen Xu had once been a nameless, surname-less little beggar.

To be honest, beggars—especially little beggars—lived in desperate hardship. Beggars did not change clothes, nor did they wash their faces much, so little Wen Xu could effortlessly recognize every one of his companions.

If he had been content with such a life, being unable to distinguish faces would not have mattered much to him.

But he had not been willing to remain merely a little beggar. So, after learning that Old Scholar Wen intended to adopt a clever son, he tried every possible way to engineer chance encounters and show himself off. Fortunately, he seemed to truly have some talent. Before long, the old scholar adopted him and gave him the name Wen Xu. He changed from a mere beggar into a scholar's son.

At the same time, however, he learned why Old Scholar Wen had adopted him. First, the old scholar had no wife or son and needed a son to smash the mourning basin and see him off in death. Second, it was because of the old scholar's obsession with the imperial examinations.

In other words, Old Scholar Wen felt he had no hope of succeeding in the examinations, so he placed his hopes on his adopted son.

But Wen Xu did not find studying bitter. On the contrary, he rather liked reading. Whatever books he read stayed in his mind, and no matter how much time passed, he remembered them. Socializing with people was different; he still could not remember anyone's appearance.

Wen Xu was a clever man. He worked very hard to conceal this fact, and he did so with great success. Even his bookboy merely thought that his young master studied too hard and sometimes did not remember people very well.

As for Old Scholar Wen, he cared only about Wen Xu's studies. Besides, an ailment like being unable to recognize faces was simply unheard of, so naturally he did not think much of it.

Wen Xu's life settled down. Step by step, following Old Scholar Wen's expectations, he went from child scholar to licentiate, then earned the rank of provincial graduate at eighteen, becoming the youngest successful provincial graduate in Jade Isle Commandery.

The gifts from wealthy merchants and great magnates nearly trampled the Wen family's broken threshold flat. Old Scholar Wen was so delighted that his words tumbled over one another—first declaring that Heaven had opened its eyes, then saying he must pray to the ancestors. Wen Xu himself, on the other hand, remained exceedingly calm.

Yet seeing how composed and unruffled he was, others praised him for his remarkable steadiness, saying he would surely become a great talent in the future. Old Scholar Wen became even happier. Though he had been seriously ill, he could now get out of bed and walk.

But once that spell of excitement passed, Old Scholar Wen's health worsened again. Before long, he was even at death's door.

Wen Xu still remembered what his adoptive father had looked like before he died. To be honest, old people rarely looked very good before death. Fortunately, Wen Xu could not distinguish faces, so all he remembered was that his adoptive father had become nothing but dry-firewood bones, tightly wrapped in brown skin, concealing an aged soul within.

He had originally thought there would not be much warmth between father and son. Yet Wen Xu had not expected that, before his death, his adoptive father would tell him that if he no longer wished to continue with the imperial examinations, then he should stop. In the past, the old scholar had been too obsessed and thus too harsh. After he died, Wen Xu could choose his own aspirations in life without considering anyone else's thoughts.

People said that when a man was about to die, his words were kind. Wen Xu had naturally heard that saying before. But as he looked at his adoptive father, already dead, there was nothing in his heart except a vast hollow emptiness.

In truth, he had wanted to tell his adoptive father that he did not hate studying, nor did he hate strictness. He was merely... perhaps he was simply a freak. That was why his birth parents had abandoned him the moment he was born.

Following his adoptive father's wishes, Wen Xu laid him to rest. He then built a hut before the grave and observed mourning for him for three years.

During those three years, he saw no one. He even sent away his bookboy.