Fairy, Don’t Be Afraid, I’m Blind

Chapter 131: The Stubborn Side of Senior Sister

“To the Scripture Hall.”

You Su called out to the Green Boat as it rose into the air. Without even needing to channel spiritual energy, the highly sentient banana leaf carried him swiftly forward.

Riding the Green Boat, You Su cut through the clouds like a ship parting waves. Fortunately, the autumn sun shone warmly, sparing him the chill.

On the leaf’s surface—wide enough for two people—tiny droplets of dew condensed from the mist before being absorbed, fueling the flying treasure’s movement.

After a brief trial run, You Su descended near a secluded area close to the Scripture Hall.

Flying openly through the Mystic Firmament Sect on the Third Elder’s personal treasure would attract too much attention. He preferred to retrieve his mission discreetly.

He patted the leaf appreciatively, and as if understanding, the Green Boat circled him playfully before shrinking to the size of an ordinary leaf, settling into his palm.

Marveling at its ingenuity, You Su carefully tucked it into his robes and made his way toward the bustling Scripture Hall.

Along the path, many greeted him—despite having joined the sect less than a month ago, he was already addressed as “Brother You” by outer disciples.

You Su neither confirmed nor denied the title, relying on memory to find Elder Liu’s chamber.

Elder Liu was leisurely savoring the White Jade Orchid Tea You Su had “forgotten” during his last visit. After a reluctant sip, he smacked his lips, savoring the lingering fragrance.

When You Su suddenly appeared at the door, the elder subtly pushed the teacup behind a stack of documents, as if afraid a blind man might somehow see it.

“Elder Liu, I’ve come to accept a mission.” You Su bowed, cutting straight to the point.

Elder Liu gave him a puzzled look.

Disciples of the Mystic Firmament Sect enjoyed its resources without tuition, but they were required to complete sect-assigned missions annually to earn contribution points—failure risked expulsion.

This system ensured disciples applied their training while providing the sect with cheap labor.

However, new disciples rarely rushed to fulfill quotas so soon. They typically spent their early days familiarizing themselves with the sect—especially true for core disciples like You Su, who had lower requirements.

“You don’t even know the names of our mountains, yet you’re taking on missions?”

“This idleness doesn’t suit me. Sitting still to cultivate is torture. Hearing the Scripture Hall offers missions, I thought to make myself useful.”

Elder Liu didn’t fully buy it. People could be diligent, but rarely to the point of seeking discomfort so soon after joining—especially not a core disciple with time to spare.

“What kind? Gathering, trading, searching for someone?”

“Elder Liu, did the Third Elder post anything?”

The elder’s eyes narrowed—You Su had clearly come prepared.

“You want her mission?”

You Su nodded.

“Sharp ears. Even her second disciple hasn’t claimed it yet, yet here you are.”

Elder Liu stroked his beard, speaking mildly.

Previously, missions issued by the Third Elder were always snatched up by Ye Qingchen. Rumors spread that these were fabricated to inflate her disciple’s contributions, forcing her to scale back to avoid suspicion.

“The Third Elder has been kind to me. I wish to repay her in whatever small way I can.”

Elder Liu studied him with a strange look. For You Su to act faster than Ye Qingchen, the Third Elder must have informed him privately. How had these two—so vastly different in status—even connected?

“The Third Elder has never had patience for male disciples—not even her own, noble-born second disciple.”

What he left unsaid was that her disdain extended even to elders like him, half-buried in the grave.

“She’s close with my master—kindness by association.” You Su understood the implication.

Elder Liu chuckled wryly. As a minor elder, he had no interest in uncovering whatever agreement or bet lay between them. He could only sigh inwardly—this blind boy had an uncanny knack for winning women’s favor.

In his short time at the sect, You Su had:

Become a disciple of the Lotus Sword Venerable, whose beauty eclipsed the Central Realm.

Gotten entangled in the Third Elder’s mission games, despite her legion of admirers.

Gained a mysterious, famously beautiful senior sister who never showed her face.

And somehow already had a Dao Companion.

Just a blind boy, yet he’s living better than most…

Elder Liu pulled out a sheet of paper, wrote You Su’s name, and slid it over.

Missions fell into two categories:

One is a public task, for which interested parties can compete fairly after it is issued; the other is a private task, for which only the recipient is eligible.

The Third Elder’s was the latter.

You Su folded the paper neatly into his Dimensional Bag, planning to review it later with spiritual sense.

“My thanks, Elder Liu.” He bowed and turned to leave.

Though the mission seemed simple, it required leaving the sect. Elder Liu nearly called out to offer advice but held back—if the Third Elder had arranged this, she surely had plans.

A sudden thought struck him: Does the Thirteenth Elder know about this?

…

By the time You Su returned to Lotus Peak, it was noon.

The day was clear, the autumn sun still carrying summer’s warmth.

Yet Heavenly Maiden Wangshu still wore her snow-fox fur, as if the white fluff had fused with her skin.

Kneeling beneath the peach tree, her blue eyes carefully traced the flow of spiritual energy through its roots before tenderly watering it with spiritual springwater.

As the leaves rustled under the nourishing stream, her eyes sparkled with joy. She ran delicate fingers over the rough bark and whispered:

“Grow quickly… so my junior brother can taste your fruit soon.”

Suddenly sensing something, she sprang up and dashed down the mountain path.

At the trail’s end stood a handsome youth in black robes. Sensing her approach, he greeted warmly:

“Senior Sister.”

“Junior Brother!”

She drew near, and after a morning steeped in the Third Elder’s heavy fragrance, her light, elegant scent was a refreshing balm.

But he didn’t indulge, subtly stepping back to create distance.

Wangshu’s eyes flickered. She cautiously advanced again, relieved when he didn’t retreat further.

“What did the Third Elder want? Why were you gone so long?”

A mere morning apart felt like years to her.

You Su marveled inwardly. His senior sister resembled a moon palace immortal, yet clung to him with unexpected attachment.

Since his arrival, aside from sleeping or visiting Master’s Wife’s secluded grounds, she had scarcely left his side—always within sight.

“Nothing much. We just talked.”

He kept it vague to avoid outright lying.

Wangshu blinked. Though sensing his evasion, she didn’t press for details—only voiced her greatest concern:

“But if it was just talking… why do you smell like the Third Elder?”

?

After flying through the wind for so long, she can still detect it?

“A misunderstanding, Senior Sister. The Third Elder took me to a flower field on Emerald Glorious Peak. The scent must be from there—not her.”

He brushed his fingers along his collar, probing with his spiritual sense, but detected no lingering trace. How had she noticed?

Then Wangshu suddenly circled behind him, her pure blue eyes locking onto his backside.

“No, Junior Brother. It’s definitely her scent… and it’s all over your bottom.”

You Su froze. It had to be from the Green Boat—years of the Third Elder sitting on it must have ingrained her fragrance deep into the leaf’s essence.

Wangshu tapped her masked chin thoughtfully before asking abruptly:

“Junior Brother… did you sit on the Third Elder?”

You Su’s eye twitched. He nearly clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Senior Sister—mind your words!”

If the Third Elder heard this, he’d be doomed.

Abandoning explanations, he changed the subject:

“Senior Sister, there’s something I need to tell you.”

Wangshu obediently followed him to his room, acting as naturally as if entering her own quarters.

You Su didn’t comment, pouring her tea as usual.

After a pause, he spoke solemnly:

“Senior Sister… I’ll be away for a few days.”

The moment the words left his mouth, an overwhelming pressure crushed down—stronger than even City Lord Liu’s aura. The tea in his cup rippled violently without wind.

“No.”

Her voice was icy, leaving no room for refusal.

“Senior Sister, let me explain—”

You Su struggled to speak, stunned by her sudden severity. Who would’ve thought his gentle senior sister could be so domineering?

Then again, he’d never seen her face—how could he judge by appearances?

Only then did Wangshu relent. You Su gasped for air, acutely aware of his own weakness.

Cold hands gently rubbed his back, her blue eyes swirling with guilt and resolve.

“I’m sorry, Junior Brother… I didn’t mean to. Just… don’t go, okay?”

You Su felt no resentment. Childlike in nature, her fierce protectiveness proved she valued him deeply—evident since she’d shielded him at Cloudsoar Platform.

To him, this was no different from a child throwing a tantrum to keep a playmate from leaving. And with a senior sister far stronger than him, persuasion was his only option.

“I believe you didn’t mean it. But promise me—no more of this. I’m not your enemy.”

He guided her slender wrist away from his back.

Wangshu lowered her head, fingers twisting like a scolded child.

You Su’s heart softened.

“I’m not angry. Just remember—only if I’ve done wrong should you act this way.”

Wangshu suddenly looked up. For once, the ever-compliant senior sister rebutted:

“But leaving Lotus Peak is wrong.”

You Su blinked, then laughed.

“I’m not leaving forever. This short trip isn’t wrong—it’s necessary.”

“A small wrong is still wrong—not necessary.”

“Senior Sister, don’t you know disciples must complete missions to stay in the sect?”

Wangshu tilted her head, then shook it slightly. You Su fell silent. His senior sister, bound by her own unique circumstances, truly was an exception among exceptions.

“Without contributions, even core disciples face expulsion. I’ve accepted a mission that requires leaving for a few days. Once done, I won’t need to worry about this for a long time.”

“Then…” Her gaze sharpened, cutting off her own words.

“Then what?”

“Then… how long?”

You Su found it odd. He’d expected her to insist on accompanying him—he’d even prepared excuses. Yet she only asked about the duration, unlike her usual self.

“Not long. A simple mission. I’ll bring you a gift.”

“Mm… I’ll wait.” She lowered her head. “Hurry back. I don’t want to be alone again.”

His heart ached. The brief fear she’d inspired vanished.

He had barged into this lonely immortal’s life—how could he blame her for clinging?

“I will. I’ll leave now and return as fast as I can.”

Wangshu gave a faint nod and helped pack his belongings.

To conceal his storage treasure, You Su stuffed a bag full before slinging it over his shoulder. With a final glance at his senior sister and the woods where Master’s Wife secluded herself, he strode down the mountain.

He didn’t bid Master’s Wife farewell again—not wishing to disturb her, nor feeling worthy to face her after all her kindness.

Wangshu watched his figure disappear, murmuring:

“Elder Shou… why am I the only one who can’t leave the sect?”

Beside her, the ever-silent First Elder gazed at her tenderly but didn’t answer directly:

“Don’t worry. Your junior brother will return safely.”

The Green Boat soared into the sea of clouds.

Once past the mountain’s dense mist, You Su’s vision plunged into darkness.

Below, Eternal Height City sprawled grand yet tiny under the golden sun.

Turning back, he gazed at the Eternal Height Divine Mountain. Even after seeing it before, its majesty still awed him.

If the city was mankind’s miracle, the mountain was a remnant of divine creation.

He stared hungrily, memorizing the vibrant world he couldn’t fully see.

But the wind, unrestrained by spiritual energy, whipped at his robes and hair. Bundling himself in extra layers, he left only his eyes exposed to drink in the view.

Previously, he’d flown only in his senior sister’s arms—this was his first solo flight.

Aside from the relentless wind, the journey was smooth, thanks to the Green Boat’s sturdy yet delicate form.

He patted the leaf fondly, then jerked his hand back—remembering the Third Elder often sat here.

High above, concealed within the clouds, a voluptuous beauty in lavish green robes gazed down, having caught sight of his fleeting touch. She’d lingered to ensure his safe departure but now observed in silence, lips curling with faint disdain.

“Shameless!”