Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind

Chapter 118 - 103: A Day as Teacher, a Lifetime as Mother

Clouds rise and fall, and the Cloud Lotus Ship has been flying for nearly three days.

Outside the cabin, the fierce wind howls, yet not a single strand of He Shutong’s hair stirs. She is enveloped in a gentle Profound Qi, levitating and meditating with her eyes closed, like a still lotus flower.

You Su, however, could not withstand the wanton cold wind high above. Not daring to disturb his Master, he closed the cabin door and returned inside.

Inside the cabin, Fairy Wangshu was already asleep on the large lotus platform.

In fact, You Su could feel that this senior sister had an extraordinary cultivation level. She had not rested for a moment along the way, persistently asking him all sorts of bizarre questions. It seemed she wouldn’t feel tired even after a long time without sleep. But You Su was somewhat tired of responding, so he had to gently suggest:

"Senior sister, won’t you rest a bit?"

Upon hearing this, Fairy Wangshu simply responded with an "oh" and quickly fell asleep on the lotus platform. You Su shook his head secretly, thinking that his senior sister, at forty-nine, was still like a child caught by parents for not wanting to sleep because of playful mischief.

You Su took out a mirror from his Qiankun Bag. Using his Divine Sense to probe, he ensured that Fairy Wangshu was in deep meditation before concentrating his mind and opening his eyes.

Although Fairy Wangshu was the disciple of his Master, she was ultimately not as trustworthy as his junior sister. You Su felt that the fewer people knew about his ability to open his eyes, the better.

This was actually the first time You Su seriously examined his appearance. Reflected in the mirror was his face: distinct features, cheeks showing the unruliness of youth, yet also revealing sharpness and determination. His sword-like brows slanted into the black strands falling over his temples, and at this moment, even his entire eyes had turned jet black.

Looking at this face, You Su felt somewhat unfamiliar. He quietly scrutinized himself for a while and changed angles continually in front of the mirror, as if wanting to imprint his face in his memory. Finally, he laughed softly twice, moving his gaze away from the mirror to look at the distant and small world outside the cabin window.

In this state, his vision was excellent. Below was a grand city with a bustling scene he had never imagined, so vast that its boundaries couldn’t be seen even from high above. Everywhere were towers reaching into the clouds, and even the highest City Lord’s mansion in Chuyun City could only be considered mundane within it.

You Su leaned out to look in the direction the Cloud Lotus Ship was heading—the grand and majestic mountain stretching infinitely stood between heaven and earth. Even from his current altitude, he couldn’t see its peak. Its presence was like a holy pillar connecting the earth and sky, vast and indistinct, beyond clarity.

The Henggao Divine Mountain, finally reached.

As if to welcome their arrival, a large group of cranes flew by the Cloud Lotus Ship.

Accompanying them was a massive cloud formation. The Cloud Lotus Ship shuttled through this cloud, giving You Su a feeling distinct from before. These weren’t ordinary clouds, more like a peculiar fluid, passing through which seemed to stir spatial ripples.

Breaking through the cloud layer, the tip of Henggao Divine Mountain finally revealed itself.

On the immense mountain, light smoke and white mists intertwined, with multi-storied buildings nestled between steep cliffs. Every place was adorned with white clouds and flowing streams, empty pavilions, and floating islands, forming a beautifully orchestrated landscape. In that moment of trance, it seemed like one could hear ancient chimes ringing from the Divine Mountain, each note resonating with the essence of the Great Dao.

"Junior brother, we’re about to arrive."

Fairy Wangshu had somehow already woken up, standing beside You Su, gazing at the most magnificent architectural complex on the Divine Mountain.

You Su blinked twice, his eyes turning back to distinct black and white. He turned around:

"Are we about to arrive at the Profound Sky Sect?"

"Yes."

You Su took a deep breath, feeling a hint of nervousness yet also a fervent anticipation for the new environment.

...

The head elder of the Profound Sky Sect was an elderly man with crane-like hair. Draped in a daoist robe and wearing a daoist crown, he epitomized the standard immortal elegance envisioned by the world.

His eyes were tightly closed, seated beside a tea table where two cups of fragrant tea emitted a faint mist. The owner of the other cup was a serene fairy in a white dress.

"The Thirteenth Elder has returned," the head elder’s voice was hoarse.

"Greetings, Head Elder." He Shutong responded with refined elegance, neither humble nor arrogant.

The head elder nodded slightly, still with eyes closed, and asked, "You left the sect for eight years, claiming you were going out for training. Was there any success?"

"Very little success."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, the head elder’s long eyebrows twitched slightly, and his bark-like eyelids lifted gently. His eyes radiated two piercing purple lights. Upon closer inspection, the head elder’s pupils resembled two purple stars, with intricate patterns continuously rotating within them.

Long before He Shutong ascended the mountain, the head elder was already the head elder. He Shutong didn’t know the true extent of his cultivation. Being observed by those half-closed purple pupils, unease gripped her heart.

"Do you have confidence in recovering?" The elder’s tone was very calm.

He Shutong sighed inwardly. Even though she had tried to conceal her cracked spiritual platform before returning to the sect, it was still seen through by the head elder at a glance.

"Yes." He Shutong gave a firm answer.

"Good. The Thirteenth Elder is exceptionally talented and will proceed further than us old folks. Be patient." The head elder thought her physical state was due to forcing a breakthrough.

"I will remember the head elder’s guidance." He Shutong did not offer an explanation.

"This is not guidance; it’s advice." The head elder closed his eyes again, his tone cold as ice.