Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind-Chapter 33 - 31: Senior Brother, Are You Really Helping Me Move Qi?

The sun was setting, the last bit of sunlight gradually fading from the sky, replaced by the deep indigo glow of the night.

Dusk blends with the rosy clouds, the most suitable time of the day for cultivation.

You Su ended his meditation, exhaling a long breath of turbid air, and raised his teacup for a light sip.

The tea had a fragrant and cool sweetness, clearing the mind and focusing the spirit; it was the same white magnolia tea that Mr. Ling had served him that day, but now it had become one of You Su’s treasured collections.

He recalled everything that had happened today, from the initial urge to crush Wu Cheng to bones and dust, to gradually calming down now.

This revenge he would certainly take, but now was not the time. In the end, the fewer people focusing on his junior sister and Master, the safer they would be.

A moment’s impulse could lead to greater turbulence; only by enduring temporarily could he provide his junior sister and Master with a peaceful environment.

Thinking about the vow to save his junior sister and Master, You Su realized that although the path ahead seemed difficult, it would eventually have an end. Yet, upon careful thought, he was actually clueless about the way forward.

Regarding strength, he was just a young man in the Spirit Platform Realm. Even though he had luckily killed Mr. Ling of the Condensed Water Realm, he feared that without fully understanding that strange state, he couldn’t reveal it lightly.

As for connections, due to his master’s influence, there were only a few cultivators in Chuyun City who were on good terms with him, let alone anyone outside the city or at the Divine Mountain who he could rely on. His only support had left eight years ago.

And could Mr. Liou, with his benevolent face, be trusted? You Su shook his head inwardly.

Although the old City Lord seemed to side with You Su today, who knows what he would say to Wu Cheng after leaving the Sword Sect? Wu Cheng’s status and future were beyond You Su’s comparison. The old City Lord had his own accurate measure; today he let Wu Cheng suffer a setback, but in the future, he would let him prosper elsewhere. Mr. Liou understood the balance of pros and cons better than anyone, otherwise, he couldn’t have maintained his position for sixty years.

Moreover, if he truly wanted to help You Su, he could find out about the troubles You Su often faced by simply moving his informants slightly. His inaction wasn’t out of ignorance but due to the high-profile people behind those young cultivators, who were the real people Mr. Liou had dealings with in Chuyun City. Today, the old City Lord’s righteous intervention was merely because Wu Cheng had crossed his line by causing trouble. He believed that if the master, rumored to be on a wandering journey, knew about this mess upon return, it wouldn’t end just with a minor scuffle for those involved.

Yet, his junior sister claimed during the day that the old man was a good person, to which You Su could only smile in silent agreement.

"The road ahead is difficult! The road ahead is difficult! So many diverging paths, where to find peace?"

You Su couldn’t help but sigh inwardly; he hadn’t found that open and straightforward path yet, but he had planned his next steps:

First, he needed to fully recover and become stronger every moment, trying to find traces of exorcism knowledge from Mr. Ling’s legacy; the Exorcism Bureau seemed the most hopeful organization that could assist him, so he needed to find a way to establish contact; if necessary, he would leave Chuyun City to seek opportunities in larger places.

The moon hung on the branches, and stars scattered across the skies.

The young man raised his cup, resting with eyes closed amidst the continuous sound of cicadas, his profile sharp like mountain peaks, while in reality, he was perusing those most evil books within his Sea of Consciousness.

The old wooden door creaked open gently, as Ji Lingruo sneaked in stealthily, causing the young man to withdraw his consciousness.

The visitor wore a pale green Immortal Skirt, under which were her long, fair, and slender legs; seemingly just bathed, her half-wet black hair was loosely tied, emitting a faint fragrance; her collar was slightly loose, revealing a snowy shoulder and white collarbone, with a glimpse of a snowy hill’s grace beneath.

Unfortunately, You Su couldn’t see, otherwise, he could have seen the girl’s arched fine brows, lightly powdered cheeks, and cherry red earlobes.

After entering, Ji Lingruo carefully shut the door, glancing outside furtively as if having a guilty conscience, ensuring no one was there before closing it.

This was unprecedented, as Ji Lingruo often behaved like a rough-and-tumble heroine, either leaving the door wide open or slamming it behind her.

Today, however, she seemed like a novice vigilante dreaming of robbing the rich to help the poor, uneasy and cautious, as though she might be caught and turned into a creamy puff by the villain in the room at any moment.

"Junior sister, you’ve come."

You Su spoke calmly, but the girl responded with irritation as if ignited:

"Is this place a pit of dragons and tigers? What’s stopping me from coming?"

"..."

Several black lines appeared on You Su’s forehead, wondering when his room had become such a perilous place, especially since his junior sister used to come and go more freely than in her own room.

Ji Lingruo had indeed visited this room countless times, but before it was always her kicking the door open; today was the first time she was invited by You Su.

Before coming, she had even bathed, put on some makeup, and changed into her beloved dress. This dress was rather daring, with a shorter hem, lower neckline, and thin fabric, featuring simple and elegant patterns, with a faint glint hidden within. For Ji Lingruo, who blushed easily, she didn’t dare to wear such a dress outside, only secretly keeping it for her own mirror admiration.

Though she knew You Su was a blind man who couldn’t see anything, she still wore it over, uncertain of what she hoped for, nor what she was afraid of.