Fairy, Don’t Be Afraid, I’m Blind

Chapter 47: Gu’s Gratitude

You Su slept in unusually late today, not waking up until the end of the Chen hour (around 9 AM).

He was annoyed at his own laziness. He hadn’t conducted any teaching last night, and yet he had slept until now. Junior Sister probably didn’t wake him up in the morning, thinking that he was tired.

You Su shook his head, sat up on the bed, and stretched, loosening his muscles and bones. Then he checked the state of his spiritual platform. It was full and strong, even a little higher than before.

You Su felt delighted. The Spiritual Platform Realm consisted of three levels, and once all three levels were fully formed, the accumulated spiritual energy could condense into water, allowing him to break through to the Water Condensation Realm.

But what surprised You Su even more than his rapid progress in cultivation was the state of his legs. Overnight, the pain in his legs had completely disappeared, leaving only an itching sensation around the wounds, as if ants were crawling on them. You Su touched the wounds and found that they had already scabbed over, with some parts even falling off naturally.

Such an exaggerated recovery rate-was it due to the Spiritual Healing Pills? Or was it because of that rotten piece of flesh? Most likely, the latter played a bigger role.

You Su walked out of his room, washed his face, and took out some pastries from the dimensional bag to fill his stomach. This was a new use he had discovered – the Dimensional Bag could preserve food.

After eating, he stood under the loquat tree where the sunlight filtered through the leaves and scattered across his body, making him look quite striking.

You Su steadily raised his sword and began recalling the final strike from yesterday. He didn’t know what had happened to him at that moment. Under the constant echo of Master’s wife’s warning, he had only one thought: to break free from the restraints and vent the wild energy in his chest. No one could stop that strike.

This was different from the strange surge of power he had experienced the night he killed Elder Ling. You Su could feel that this was his own power, unrelated to the piece of rotten flesh.

After eighteen years of sword practice, this was undoubtedly the strongest strike he had ever delivered.

He tried hard to recapture that feeling – the desperation, the defiance, the urgent desire to grasp something. But no matter how deeply he immersed himself, the inspiration from that moment was impossible to replicate.

Just as he was lost in thought, a knock on the door brought him back to reality.

You Su frowned. Since his master had left, this remote sect had rarely received visitors, except for that one time when Wu Cheng had barged in. Who could be visiting now? Whoever it was, You Su hoped that it wasn’t Gu. Gu’s Golden Eyes of Dispelling Evil from that day were proof enough that he was the most likely person in Chuyun City to discover that Junior Sister and Master’s wife were evil spirits.

“Gu, the outer sect steward of the Mystic Firmament Sect, has come to visit the Mandarin Duck Sword Sect.”

Each word felt like a tightening noose around You Su’s heart. He almost fainted – the worst case scenario had indeed come true.

He nervously glanced toward Junior Sister and Master’s wife’s room, his mind racing as he tried to think of a solution.

“Is anyone there?” Gu’s voice grew louder.

No! He couldn’t let Gu keep shouting. If Junior Sister or Master’s wife came out, things would get even worse. Now, the only thing he could bet on was that the formation could deceive Gu. If it worked, Gu would treat this as a casual visit and have no reason to use his techniques to search for evil spirits.

The wooden door opened with a creak. Only Gu stood outside. You Su feigned surprise and said, “Immortal Gu, what brings you here?”

“I came to check on your injuries and also to inspect your sect. I didn’t notify you in advance, so I hope I’m not disturbing you,” Gu said, his stern face softening slightly as he saw You Su open the door.

“Not at all, not at all. Please come in, Immortal Gu. Let me make you some tea.” You Su stepped aside to let Gu in, his heart pounding as Gu entered.

Normally, such an esteemed guest should be taken to the main hall to be received. However, the master’s wife’s room was adjacent to the main hall, so You Su hesitated. Gritting his teeth, he said, “Immortal Gu, the main hall hasn’t been used for a long time and is probably covered in dust. Let me clean it up first before we sit down there.”

As he spoke, he took a couple of steps, positioning himself between the main hall and the stone table and chairs in the courtyard.

Gu naturally noticed the stone furniture in the courtyard on the left. Recalling City Lord Liu’s description from yesterday and taking in the dilapidated state of the sect, he didn’t find it strange that the main hall was dusty. After all, it didn’t seem like this place received many visitors. He said kindly, “No need. Sitting here is just fine. Under the loquat tree, by the moss-covered fountain-it’s quite charming.”

“How can it be? It’s not proper for an esteemed guest to sit in the courtyard. Please wait a moment, Immortal Gu. It won’t take long,” You Su said, preparing to leave.

Gu quickly grabbed You Su and smiled. “This is a casual visit. There is no need to be so formal. Don’t bother with the tea either. Let’s just chat.”

You Su nodded nervously and led Gu to sit down under the tree.

“How are your injuries from yesterday?” Gu asked.

“They are much better now. Thank you for the spiritual pill, Immortal Gu,” You Su said and was about to bow in gratitude, but Gu stopped him.

“That’s good to hear. Young people often take their health for granted, thinking that their strong bodies can handle anything. But neglecting injuries can lead to long-term problems, which can hinder your future cultivation,” Gu said earnestly, his tone completely different from when he had spoken to City Lord Liu. Now, he seemed more like a kind middle-aged uncle.

“You Su will remember your advice.”

“Speaking of gratitude, it’s actually me who should be thanking you,” Gu said, his tone still gentle. “On the first day, forcing you to admit your mistake was my fault. You’re sharp – you probably realized that City Lord Liu was deliberately trying to put me in my place.”

You Su didn’t dare to respond. He couldn’t tell if Gu was sincerely thanking him or subtly probing him. Gu continued, “If I said I only acted that way to avoid embarrassing the Mystic Firmament Sect, would that sound hypocritical?”

“If my sect were to be looked down upon because of me, I would probably make the same choice as you, Immortal Gu,” You Su replied respectfully, his eyes half lowered.

Gu smiled wryly. This blind young man was too perceptive, and it made Gu wonder how he had grown up treading on such thin ice.

“You don’t need to comfort me. City Lord Liu and I are fellow disciples, but our relationship isn’t good. In fact, when the sect assigned me this mission, I specifically chose Chuyun City because I wanted to see him make a fool of himself. But arriving here and being put in my place immediately, who would believe that there wasn’t some personal motive behind it? Not only did you help me save my face, but you also did me a great favor. I wanted to thank you afterwards, but with so many things happening every day, I only found the opportunity now, on the last day.”

You Su quickly said, “Immortal Gu, you’re too kind. You Su is insignificant. Being able to help you is already a great fortune. Besides, during the match yesterday, you interceded for me and even gave me a spiritual pill. I should be the one to thank you.”

“Let’s not mix things up. That victory and the spiritual pill were what you deserved, so they don’t count as helping you. This time, I’ve come to bring you a token of my gratitude.”

With that, Gu took out a luxurious brocade box from his robe, its surface gleaming with a pearl-like luster.