Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind

Chapter 276 - 169: The Literary Master and Disciple

"Gone?"

Venerable Chengtao slowly stepped out from behind You Su and stood beside him, his gaze following You Su’s, looking toward the direction Ji Xueruo had disappeared.

"Mm."

You Su nodded, though his eyes had returned to normal, Ji Xueruo’s silhouette lingered in his mind.

"If there are words you haven’t finished saying, I can take you to catch up with her." Venerable Chengtao looked at You Su warmly and remarked, "I’ve lived over three hundred years and haven’t grasped many truths, but one has cut me to the bone—this world’s most tormenting thing is called regret."

You Su withdrew his gaze, gently pressing his lips, the soft sensation upon them faintly remained.

"There won’t be any regrets..."

The young man laughed freely, his robes swaying with the reeds of the autumn moon, petals fluttering about, the whole lakeshore like a blurred dream, filled with poetry and artistry.

Venerable Chengtao lowered his head with a sigh, shaking it. He almost forgot how lively he was at eighteen, only remembering the woman who had once promised to grow old together during their youthful romance. Unfortunately, when her hair turned gray, his remained dark.

In the face of time, some things are diamond-hard, while others are worn like sand by the wind.

"Let’s go..."

With both hands behind his back, Venerable Chengtao enveloped You Su in a faintly transparent light-blue bubble, leading him towards the ever-longed-for Henggao Divine Mountain.

Only Mr. Yu’s generational fishing boat was moored by the shore, rocking with the waves of the lake.

On the other side of the Jade Ring Pool, a hunched old man was about to board a pitch-black boat.

A young, lively fisher girl supported his arm, and the old man, as if to prove his enduring strength, shook off his granddaughter’s hand and briskly stepped onto the deck, his movements seamless.

Judging by this stance, Mr. Yu and Xiaoyu were also leaving the Jade Ring Pool, but unlike You Su and Ji Xueruo, no one was there by the lakeside to bid them farewell.

Or rather, no one even noticed their departure.

"Grandpa, do you think Mr. You and Miss Ji will end up together? There’s bound to be a great battle between humans and demons, but one’s human, the other’s a demon, what can be done?"

After everything, Xiaoyu had been revitalized, her skin like delicate, supple white wax.

Mr. Yu took out a water pipe from somewhere and after savoring it briefly, he said:

"Across the vast waters, silent and implicit are the words unsaid. Love, how can one make sense of it? What’s the matter, girl, thinking about a man?"

Xiaoyu immediately arched her eyebrows, glaring at the old man speaking nonsense, and retorted:

"What nonsense is the old man spewing? Can’t I just hope for a beautiful ending to their story?"

"If they have a beautiful ending, ours might not be so fortunate." Mr. Yu blew a smoke ring and sighed softly.

Xiaoyu pouted, despising the smoke smell clinging to Mr. Yu, but the small black boat left her no room to hide, so she asked:

"After decades with you, you’re just leaving the boat behind?"

"Along with Mr. Yu’s name, let’s leave it here... At long last, the day has come when the Island Master’s task is complete, and this old man just wants to rush back to the island and lie down."

"Hmph, if everyone on Immortal Slaying Island is like you, then what immortals are there to slay?"

Mr. Yu stretched lazily and chuckled:

"You were born in the Central Continent and have never seen the Island Master. When you meet him, you’ll understand—slaying immortals... the Island Master alone is sufficient."

...

On Lotus Peak.

The autumn wind carried a chill, and a girl with white hair and blue eyes tightened the snow fox fur at her neck.

She gazed outside the courtyard, seemingly waiting for someone to suddenly emerge from the mist and pine.

Her delicate, fair lashes trembled slightly, and where she focused, indeed, a figure appeared, but alas, it was not her longed-for junior brother, rather the one who sent her junior brother away.

The Third Elder had also changed attire; the snug green cheongsam accentuated her full, rounded figure, with an exquisite coat draped on her shoulders adding an air of dignity and poise. Accompanied by swirling white mist, she appeared like a celestial fairy descending from the sky, exuding ethereal grace.

But the wondrous scene was lost on Fairy Wangshu, who lightly spun around, intending to return to her room, evidently not planning to converse much with this distinguished guest.

"Hey...this girl."

The Third Elder frowned slightly; previously upon visiting Lotus Peak, Little Wangshu, if not welcoming her with open arms, would at least have been courteous. How come after sending her junior brother away for a few days, she’s so cold towards her?

"Wangshu, where are you going?"

Fairy Wangshu heard the call, reluctantly turned around, and greeted her, "Returning to the Third Elder, Wangshu is feeling unwell, and intended to go rest."

"Let me see; where are you feeling unwell?"

With a disbelieving look, the Third Elder walked gracefully towards her and reached out to touch Fairy Wangshu’s wrist, but Fairy Wangshu subtly stepped back, saying:

"I’m not deceiving the Third Elder; I truly am unwell, and it cannot be discerned through pulse."

The Third Elder acknowledged the truth in her words. Wangshu’s mind was as pure as crystal, never having lied since childhood.

"It cannot be discerned through pulse? Then where are you feeling unwell? It must be treated quickly."

The beautiful woman’s gaze was full of concern; reaching the Feather Transformation Realm, one was almost impervious to illness. Any ailment affecting Wangshu must be taken seriously.

Surprisingly, Fairy Wangshu merely extended a slim finger, pointing to her elegant and smooth chest, and sincerely said:

"Heartache."

Upon hearing this, the Third Elder’s eyelids twitched unnaturally, thinking, "So this is just a ruse to mess with me?"