Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind

While keeping an eye on You Su to see if the boy would do anything suspicious, she read the story on the paper.

The protagonist of the story was a daughter of a poor family in a remote mountain town.

This family was all farmers, with one son and one daughter. Despite their poverty, they were relatively happy.

The daughter was once noticed by an Immortal passing by, who wanted to take her to Henggao City for study.

The whole family was very pleased, feeling that their daughter had achieved something. But not every Immortal Sect is as wealthy as the Profound Sky Sect; most sects couldn’t possibly teach disciples for free.

This poor family then did their utmost to support their daughter to cultivate well in Henggao City.

The daughter managed to live decently in Henggao City with this money, at least better than those disciples who had to work part-time or go out to do tasks, but in the end, she still couldn’t blend into the circles she longed for.

Later, the sect her daughter belonged to was going to host a joint social gathering with other sects next month. The daughter wanted to attend too, but it was said that those dressed inappropriately would be kicked out.

The daughter looked at her simple dress and then at the fellow female sect members she envied from afar.

They were the darlings of fashion, always wearing the most stylish clothes. Recently, a kind of socks called stockings became popular among them. Once the daughter saw them, she was captivated by the beauty of those stockings.

At that moment, her desire for a pair of stockings reached its peak.

But these stockings were rare and only sold at the Hundred Birds Pavilion in Henggao City, priced at at least twenty taels of silver per pair in the mundane world.

This was certainly not something she could afford with her savings, so she had to write home, sending a letter to her parents.

She told her parents that she had no friends in the sect and needed money to buy a pair of socks, which was the key to her blending into the sect; she must have them.

Her mother quickly sent a letter back, along with a few hundred copper coins.

"Mom has dug wild vegetables on the mountain these days and earned three hundred wen, you take it first; if it’s not enough, just tell mom."

But three hundred wen was still too far from twenty taels, so having started asking, she kept demanding from her family, just to buy a pair of stockings from the Hundred Birds Pavilion before the start of next month’s banquet.

The mother’s letters kept coming, along with varying amounts of copper coins:

"This was earned by mom washing dishes at the restaurant."

"This was earned by mom doing the manure work for the gentry."

"Mom found the old gold jewelry we had kept, this was money from selling the gold jewelry."

"Sis, we are rich now! You can buy the socks you want! Mom is sick, but this money is from us selling the house. We are now renting a place at Ms Liu’s house, make sure not to miss it if you come to see us. But you better not come back; you need to cultivate well, take good care of yourself over there. Sister, you are an Immortal, the best there is!"

Upon reading this letter, the daughter woke up as if from a great dream, crying bitterly.

Only then did she realize that in all the letters, the father never appeared.

She trembled as she wrote to ask, and the reply hit her like a bolt from the blue; it turned out that her father had died on her way to study, but to not affect her studies, they had kept it hidden from her all along...

The story stopped abruptly here, leaving all the beauties with tears in their eyes.

The initially lively atmosphere turned into a mournful one with the cries of birds and the complaints of flowers.

"This Hundred Birds Pavilion is just like Qianhua Pavilion, really, why sell stockings so expensive?!"

"I can endure grievances myself, but I can’t bear my parents suffering; this daughter is so heartless!"

"Boo-hoo so pitiful, don’t torment your family anymore, I’ll give you the money to buy stockings, isn’t that enough..."

The youngest, Yutong, was already tearing up.

All the women lamented and sighed, or hated the daughter’s foolishness, but only You Su laughed out abruptly.

The Third Elder’s face darkened. She didn’t come from an Immortal Family; before cultivation, she was just a small Medicine Boy, more empathetic to the sufferings of mortals compared to her disciples.

She immediately slapped the table, angrily saying:

"You Su! How can you still laugh?!"

You Su quickly restrained his smile, awkwardly saying:

"Please don’t blame me, Third Elder, it’s just that You Su found the story so truly moving, hence knowing the plan must be effective, that’s why I laughed. Senior Sister Yutong, don’t cry, the story is not over yet."

As he spoke, You Su took out a bag of sticky rice candy from the Qiankun Bag and handed it over.

The little girl held back her tears upon seeing this, took the candy, and said with a pout:

"You were supposed to think of ways to turn around Bihua Pavilion’s reputation, why are you telling a story!"

You Su suddenly felt a chill coming from the right, he understood and handed another piece to the senior sister with blue sparkling eyes, only then did the chill dissipate.

Ji Lingruo watched silently, making another note in her mind.

"Senior Sister Yutong, you don’t know, to reverse the reputation, we rely on this story. Since it can make your heart ache endlessly, it surely can make others resonate as well."

These words were not an exaggeration, for who in this world could say they’ve never owed anything to their parents?

"But what’s the use of this story?" Yutong chewed the candy, asking in confusion.

Her experience was still shallow, not yet realizing the power of this story, while the Third Elder was already slightly moved, her eyes sparkling as she looked at You Su.

She vaguely guessed the story’s direction, knowing if this story was well written, it would be more impactful than any promotional image.

She hadn’t imagined that this blind man was even terrifyingly good at stirring up emotions.

"Actually, this story is inspired by a girl who was expelled from the banquet. It incorporates the essential elements of this commercial battle. As long as this story touches people’s hearts, not only will our reputation be reversed, but Qianhua Pavilion’s good name will also be damaged. That’s why I say, they’re digging their own grave."

You Su’s lips curved with confidence, tapping the tabletop with his index finger:

"Senior Sister, please bring out the second half."

Wangshu obediently obeyed, immediately spreading out another scroll of paper, as if she had long awaited this moment.