Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind

After the winter rain, the sky took on a deep bluish-gray hue.

The earth, cleansed by the rain, looked fresh and bright, and the air was filled with the fragrance of soil and vegetation.

Puddles of varying sizes formed on the ground, reflecting the surrounding scenery like bright mirrors.

"Thunderstorms in winter are not a good omen; it means this winter will be particularly cold."

You Su, still in the guise of a rough-looking man, followed behind He Kongyue, continuing the search for Mr. Chengying’s tomb entrance.

The wind howled between the cliffs, extra cold.

He Kongyue remained dressed as the debonair young master and smiled:

"Mr. You, are you also versed in this agricultural lore?"

"This is accumulated wisdom from people, something I ought to know."

The way You Su spoke, paired with his rough image, he came across as rather honest and sincere.

"I mean no disrespect; it’s just that I’ve heard different sayings."

"What sayings?"

"Thunder in winter means thieves everywhere. Winter thunder not hiding signals bad luck and disaster will come, leading to poor harvests and widespread famine, which naturally results in thieves appearing."

"This thunderstorm came quickly and left just as fast; its range must be small. How could it possibly be as exaggerated as you say?"

You Su chuckled, thinking such superstitious sayings were no match for the rules that common folk deduced from experience.

"Not so." He Kongyue shook his head with deep meaning, "This rain is falling around the Spirit Void Mountain Range. Isn’t the Spirit Void Mountain Range filled with thieves now?"

You Su was slightly stunned, secretly feeling there was some truth to the saying. Countless cultivators gathered on the Spirit Void Mountain Range just for the opportunities left behind in Mr. Chengying’s tomb. In the eyes of Mr. Chengying, aren’t they all thieves?

"Mr. You, keep quiet, let’s watch the thief make a thief’s shout to catch the thief."

He Kongyue cast a skill, and an invisible barrier enveloped them, concealing their voices as well as the aura emanating from their bodies.

You Su frowned, carefully following in He Kongyue’s footsteps.

The two were near the foot of the mountain, where a variety of people had already gathered.

He Kongyue leaned against a tree, watching the crowd below with interest:

"Chunchan from the Little Cicada Sword Sect actually got into a tussle with Ye Erong, the third daughter of the Ye Family. Interesting."

You Su raised his thick brows. These two figures were known to him, albeit vaguely, due to his disinterest in current affairs. After all, he didn’t like reading the Divine Mountain Mansion Report, but his junior sister, Ji Lingruo, was quite fond of it. Since going to Henggao City, she never missed an issue, and occasionally, he would flip through it casually, developing some familiarity with the two of them.

The Little Cicada Sword Sect is virtually the foremost sword sect outside the Divine Mountain, rumored to have once been invited by the Ancestral Temple of Immortals to relocate to the Upper Divine Mountain, but they gently declined. The reason given was the lack of resounding cicada calls on the Divine Mountain. Though the reason sounds far-fetched, it’s actually a reflection of the Sect Leader’s yearning for utopia. The Divine Mountain is indeed wonderful, but once on it, one is bound by many constraints, making it difficult to find that trace of cicada sound and Zen.

Another reason is the Little Cicada Sword Sect’s unwillingness to expand. The Cicada Sword Venerable accepted only four disciples, naming them Spring Cicada, Summer Cicada, Autumn Cicada, and Winter Cicada respectively. Each name represented their personality and sword path, but without exception, they were renowned on the Celestial Pride List.

Ye Erong, meanwhile, is the youngest daughter and third daughter of the primary lineage of the Ye Family, one of the three major immortal families of Henggao City. She is deeply cherished by the Patriarch of the Ye Family, having grown up in luxury, yet showing extraordinary talent in cultivation. At just eighteen, she achieved Spirit Platform Perfection, and even has the potential to surpass her elder brother, Ye Qingchen.

Never would one have thought these two unrelated people would clash here.

"Chunchan, I said if you go home with this lady, I’ll let you pass!"

Ye Erong, in a pink dress, her small face carved like jade, stood with one hand on her hip, and the other pointing rudely at the swordsman in green before her.

Behind her followed several attendants whose cultivation was not low. Judging by their formation, there were likely hidden guards providing protection in secret.

The swordsman in green stood alone, with a handsome face and a gentle smile that was like a spring breeze:

"Miss Ye, the Spirit Void Mountain Range does not belong to the Ye Family, you shouldn’t be blocking me."

"So what if I’m blocking you?!"

Ye Erong appeared to be a spoiled and unreasonable mistress, "You’re the one who seduced me first! I don’t care, you must return and marry me! Otherwise, you can forget about going down to find the sword. I can tell you, our Ye Family has sent out nearly a hundred people to search the mountain, only a few mountainsides remain unchecked, the opportunity is likely under here. If you have any sense, you will agree to obtain the opportunity and come back with me to the Ye Family!"

Chunchan still wore his smile, exuding a mild and affable aura:

"Miss Ye seems to be under a misapprehension. Chunchan never intended to seduce Miss Ye, nor do I have any plans to marry for the time being."

"I don’t believe you! If you didn’t like me, why did you always smile at me so ambiguously? And why care for me so? Clearly, you have feelings for me! But you worry about being unworthy of me, so you keep it to yourself!"

Ye Erong spoke with conviction; it seemed she was determined that Chunchan would be her partner.

"Chunchan smiles at everyone, I simply asked if the lady brought an umbrella, which is far from showing care..."

"What do you mean?" Ye Erong pouted angrily, "Are you trying to say that it’s all due to this lady’s wishful thinking? I never imagined you would be such a fickle person!"

"Miss Ye, it’s a misunderstanding. I am grateful for your affection, but overwhelmed with anxiety. There are many outstanding male cultivators in the world. At your young age, you will meet many more people."