Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind

The Third Elder closed her eyes and focused on sensing the changes within the girl’s body, paying no attention to what the two others in the room were doing.

She had examined the girl’s body before, but today it felt like something was different within the girl. Normally, a cultivator’s Profound Qi should flow with the spiritual platform in the lower abdomen as the center, but at this moment Wangshu’s Profound Qi seemed to be rising, as if it wanted to converge on her face...

When this usually happens, it is often because of an injury somewhere, and the body will redirect resources to the injury site to facilitate rapid healing.

But could it be that Wangshu’s face was injured?

The Third Elder hesitated, unable to bring herself to remove Wangshu’s mask while she was unconscious.

Just recalling what the painter cultivator mentioned, it seemed likely that Wangshu’s face was connected to that malicious woman.

It was strange because she had known this girl, Wangshu, since she was very young, and all these years, Wangshu had never fallen ill or been injured.

Despite completing so many tasks, the only treatment she had ever received was for fainting caused by a depletion of Profound Qi, and even that was extremely rare.

As an experienced physician, the Third Elder knew that such a condition was exceptionally rare, even for a cultivator. This girl surely harbored unknown secrets...

As the Third Elder furrowed her delicate brows, the Venerable Qianhua furrowed her own delicate eyebrows simultaneously.

She glared, embarrassed and angry, at the young man who had personally placed the bird bell necklace on her. Her lips trembled slightly, her eyes shimmering with disbelief.

You Su smiled at her, as if to say: Can you be more honest now?

After smiling, he casually tore down a piece of curtain to wipe the water from his hands.

The Venerable Qianhua suppressed the trembling of her body and mind, clenched and unclenched her fists, and finally took a wide robe to cover her lightly trembling figure.

After a while, the Third Elder withdrew her hand and took out a Calming Grass from the Qiankun Bag, placing it in the girl’s hand.

You Su hurried over to ask with concern, "Third Elder, is Senior Sister okay?"

"No major issues. On the contrary, she has made a breakthrough."

The Third Elder stood up in admiration, "Reaching the Middle Feather Transformation Realm at forty-nine, little Wangshu is truly one in a million."

You Su was also greatly astonished, not expecting that Senior Sister would turn misfortune into a blessing and make a breakthrough.

"Then why is Senior Sister still unconscious?"

"Although she broke through, her spiritual platform is depleted, so her body is forcing her to rest."

"I see, that’s good."

You Su nodded in appreciation, thinking that Senior Sister’s breakthrough was a bit too easy.

But suddenly, the Third Elder’s expression turned cold and stern. This naturally charming woman also had her own unique aura when angry.

"What exactly did you experience? How could Wangshu’s Profound Qi be depleted to such an extent?"

"It’s all because of this malevolent creature."

You Su pointed to the strange mottled fish sprawled on the ground, and the Third Elder followed his gaze.

Unfortunately, this Thousand-Faced Spot was also at the end of its life. After wriggling twice, it turned into a puddle of black water and then disappeared.

"How did it just die?"

The Third Elder was a bit anxious. For something that could push Wangshu to such an extent, this entity must be extraordinary.

"If left alive, it would have just escaped again."

You Su intentionally left the mottled fish with a breath of life just to prove it to the Third Elder. Without evidence, they might have a hard time explaining themselves.

The Third Elder’s expression was heavy as she turned to face the cold, beautiful woman standing silently aside.

She intended to question the situation with the entity but sharply noticed the Venerable Qianhua’s slightly red and unusual face...

"Are you cold? Why are you exhaling like that?"

For a Venerable of the Void Realm unaffected by temperature extremes, the amount that the Venerable Qianhua wore seemed excessive. More importantly, in the winter morning breeze, her breath appeared tangible and clearly visible.

The Venerable Qianhua felt slightly embarrassed; she wasn’t exhaling because she was cold, but because she was overwhelmed...

She adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses and sneered:

"Your taste is still so basic. This is called layering, you know? The goal is to create levels and detail in attire, making the outfit more sophisticated. If you don’t understand, you should learn more, instead of wearing just one cheongsam all the time and thinking you’re stunning."

Saying this, she slightly opened her outer robe, displaying all her ensemble to the Third Elder.

The Third Elder’s expression was dark and uncertain, her prominent and proud bosom heaving, clearly at the peak of her anger.

She scrutinized the Venerable Qianhua’s entire outfit: the pure black long fur coat reached her calves, and when opened, it revealed the black-and-gold cheongsam lining. Her feet were adorned with light and enticing black silk, and the cheongsam was short, just enough to expose her knees and calves.

This outfit indeed had strong layering, appearing both dignified and uniquely charming. The Third Elder wanted to retort, but had to concede to the Qianhua Pavilion Master’s sense of style.

Her eyes suddenly glowed with keen insight, spotting a flaw in this ensemble:

"Why are your stockings torn?"

At these words, You Su, the culprit, immediately froze his expression and quietly lowered his head even further.

The Venerable Qianhua’s face also turned somewhat unpleasant, inadvertently casting a glance at You Su.

These black stockings had been worn all night, how could they have no traces? After using the Purification Skill, she felt refreshed and had forgotten to change...

"A layperson is a layperson. This is a new design being tested by my pavilion, because breaking the aesthetics itself is also a form of beauty. But whatever, you wouldn’t understand anyway."

The Third Elder smirked disdainfully; she’d heard this rhetoric just the day before, precisely from You Su when he proposed a new product.

But the holes in the wicked woman’s stockings lacked any form; incomparable to You Su’s designed torn socks. How dare she flaunt in front of her?