Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind

Chapter 144 - 114: My Home; Flowers Amid the Peaks 2

In this forest, the petals scattered like rain; unknown pink petals fluttered down, falling upon the slightly opened collar of the Third Elder. Seemingly captivated by the majestic peaks, they nestled in halfway. The Third Elder raised an eyebrow, parted her loose collar, revealing a large area of dazzling white softness. She pinched the petal and flicked it away.

At that moment, a gentle breeze blew by, carrying the fortunate petal to You Su’s lips.

Feeling something strange on his lips, You Su hurriedly spat out the bothersome petal, then licked his lips, quietly muttering with a hint of disdain:

"Where did such a gaudy flower come from? Its scent is so cloying."

No, you brat, where do you get the nerve to be disdainful?! How dare you say I’m overwhelming?! I, damn it...

The Third Elder glared angrily, both shy and annoyed, covering the exposed skin while suppressing her mountainous anger.

She took a deep breath, forcibly calming the impulse to erupt in her heart. She knew well that You Su’s Divine Sense could barely discern her as a vague light mass, unable to see her movements distinctly, so he couldn’t possibly know the petal’s journey.

With a resentful look in her eyes, seemingly to avenge You Su’s blindness, she murmured softly, "Still blind!"

The voice wasn’t loud, just enough for You Su to hear, and he straightforwardly replied, "Absolutely true."

The Third Elder gritted her teeth, unwilling to argue with this blind person any further, and scrutinized You Su with narrowed eyes.

Amazed by the prolonged conversation between this master and disciple, she had already uprooted and replanted the peach tree three times, consuming Wangshu’s remaining trust in her, yet the talk hadn’t ended. She even felt if she hadn’t curiously come in to peek, they could converse for much longer.

The Third Elder shook her wine gourd and asked, "How did the conversation go?"

"I’ve expressed my resolve, and my master agreed not to end her seclusion because of me," You Su responded truthfully.

The Third Elder nodded slightly, the look she gave You Su finally softened, shedding the complete disdain:

"That’s good; at least you have some responsibility. Go back. If anything happens, I’ll keep an eye out for you."

"Thank you, Third Elder." You Su bowed and prepared to return the way he came.

"By the way, this flower tree is called Half-Mountain Summer, a rare treasure tree I cultivated myself. Placed outside, many sought a seedling from me but couldn’t get one. Though you’re blind, as the disciple of the Thirteenth Elder, your taste should be refined, or you might lose face before outsiders."

The Third Elder casually mentioned, tossing two petals before You Su and then glanced at him as she walked past.

You Su bowed slightly, the fragrant breeze brought by the Third Elder brushing his face; he felt the flower’s scent earlier was less like flower and more like her lingering fragrance.

He raised an eyebrow, still respectfully saying:

"I am enlightened."

...

Upon returning to the courtyard, Fairy Wangshu had been waiting for a long time.

She seemed thrilled by You Su’s return, calling out, "Junior Brother!" from afar, waving her arms even though she knew You Su couldn’t see.

You Su, in a good mood, shouted "Senior Sister" in response.

Fairy Wangshu appeared unfazed by the conversation between You Su and the Master, not asking a single question; as if to her, You Su’s return was enough.

She led You Su under the peach tree, the ground beneath showing darker new soil, clearly dug up and refilled. Though You Su couldn’t see the peach tree’s appearance, he sensed its Profound Qi had grown more intense.

He thought the Third Elder might lack the Venerable’s demeanor, but her true skill was genuine, worthy of being the Bihua Peak’s Peak Master proficient in Spirit Skill; this peach tree likely ascended another level.

"Junior Brother, do you like eating peaches?" Fairy Wangshu asked.

You Su nodded, "I do."

This wasn’t just to cheer his sister; You Su genuinely loved peaches. Their soft pinkish, round and full shape felt pleasant even without seeing them; biting into them was delightfully sweet and refreshing—who wouldn’t love it?

"The Third Elder said she’s improved Taohua’s roots; the future fruits will be large and round, but they’ll grow slower. When it matures, it’ll be next August. Can you wait until then, Junior Brother?"

You Su smiled, his sister seemingly already intending to let him taste her grown peaches, so he said:

"As long as Senior Sister grows them, I’ll wait as long as needed."

Fairy Wangshu’s blue eyes shone, and she nodded heavily.

You Su marveled at his sister’s simple happiness; he asked, "Why does Senior Sister want to grow a peach tree?"

"Because of loneliness."

Fairy Wangshu always answered sincerely. This peach tree was born from a seed given to her by the inebriated Third Elder explaining loneliness years ago, cherished and carefully nurtured to date.

You Su was deeply touched; knowing his sister’s answer wasn’t to solicit sympathy, he couldn’t help but comfort, "Never mind, you won’t be alone anymore in the future."

Musing over what gift might repay his patient lecturing sister.

"Thank you, Junior Brother." Fairy Wangshu sincerely thanked.

"I also thank Senior Sister. Senior Sister, I’ll return to cultivate; if there’s anything I don’t understand, I’ll come to you for guidance."

"Won’t you need me to read to you?" Fairy Wangshu’s tone contained slight disappointment.

You Su took out the True Yang Sword Nurturing Spell from his arms, smiling, "I can understand this book myself; I wouldn’t feel right troubling Senior Sister constantly."

Fairy Wangshu initially wanted to insist it wouldn’t trouble her, but sensed You Su’s genuine wish to continue independently, so she relented, watching with some melancholy as You Su returned to his room.

Inside, You Su had placed the special Sword Nurturing Spell in the Qiankun Bag, relying on Divine Sense, began reading.

Instead of starting from the first page, he unfolded the blank page holding the gold paper.

He scrutinized and repeatedly felt it, yet the blank page remained unresponsive, no longer exhibiting the vibrancy seen in the Book Mountain Pavilion.

The origins and purpose of the gold paper were shrouded in mystery; You Su wondered whether to disclose it to others, fearing it might involve the Power of the True God within him—an ill omen.

No matter whether the gold paper lay dead or dormant awaiting opportunity, now wasn’t the time for study. Facing obstacles in the upcoming seven days, the Sword Nurturing Spell holding the gold paper proved more valuable.

You Su flipped back to the first page; Zhengyang didn’t straightforwardly present the cultivation techniques but expressed his Dao first.

He read it repeatedly, gaining insight into Zhengyang’s philosophy. Though called Sword Nurturing Spell, it seemed more about nurturing oneself. Whether the sword in hand or the metaphorical sword of man was merely the external embodiment of the ’nurturing’ philosophy.

In the eyes of the venerable with a legendary life, each person was akin to firewood, varying in thickness and length, some burning longer than others. And Profound Qi was the kindling flame.

To burn brighter and longer required nurturing, or learning to sediment; minimizing reliance on Profound Qi when unnecessary but not losing familiarity with it. Only then, at critical burning moments, could one become the best firewood.

Captivated by this novel concept, You Su immersed himself in the book.

Focused on reading without disturbance, a day slipped by swiftly. Consecutive days quietly passed, the voice transmission Token silent, life comprised of reading, practicing sword, and occasional chats with his sister.

The food stored in the Qiankun Bag ran out soon, but upon asking if there was food on Lotus Peak, his sister picked a basket full of diverse Spirit Fruits for him, delightful in taste and filling against hunger. You Su was moved, so even when the Third Elder angrily accused him of theft upon seeing the basket of fruits on the third day, he didn’t betray his sister.

With the Sword Nurturing Spell’s cultivation, You Su perceived a peculiar feeling—something stagnant within needed venting.

Fortunately, on the fifth day, Mr. Liu’s voice came through the Token...