Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind

Today is the fourth day since Bihua Pavilion opened.

The winter sky is like a refreshing ink painting.

Ye Qingchen was awakened from his meditation by the noise of the younger disciples. He found it strange, as just last night, these pampered women were still deeply mired in the failure of Bihua Pavilion and unable to extricate themselves. How could they have recovered so quickly today?

Among the noise, the laughter of his eighth disciple sister, Lin Si Han, was particularly grating. This tender and sorrowful woman was the most heartbroken last night, so how could she be laughing so carefreely today?

There was something fishy.

Ye Qingchen tidied his clothes and slowly flew towards the Cui Lan Palace.

To his astonishment, these younger disciple sisters, who should have given up on weaving, surprisingly started working at the loom early in the morning.

Moreover, their demeanor had shifted from one of despair to one of joy and harmony.

"Si Han, isn’t Bihua Pavilion supposed to close down? Why are you all still busy here?"

"Second senior brother?" Lin Si Han turned around, her eyes sparkling, forming a stark contrast to last night, "Who told you we were closing down? We’re not going to give up that easily."

"You’re continuing to operate? But yesterday, when I went to see Master to discuss collaborating with the Ye Family, she sternly rejected me. How did she have a change of heart overnight?"

"Of course, Master couldn’t bear to close the door either." Lin Si Han turned her head away, seemingly too uninterested to continue speaking with Ye Qingchen.

"But isn’t it a waste of time and money to keep operating without any business?"

Recently, Master and the younger disciple sisters have been spending all their time at Bihua Pavilion. In the vast Bihua Peak, he could only keep company with that boorishly Shi Yan, which he found truly unsettling.

This remark displeased Lin Si Han. She furrowed her brows, turned back to argue:

"Senior brother, it’s not like Bihua Pavilion is on rented land; what money is being wasted? As for time, we’re all enjoying ourselves, how can it be called wasted? And how do you know there will always be no business?"

With that, the young woman turned her head again, directly continuing to manipulate the threads in her hands.

Ye Qingchen’s expression stiffened, intending to reprimand Lin Si Han for her disrespect, but recalling her potential to inform Master, he refrained.

Just then, the third senior sister with three parts of the Third Elder’s charm stood up. In the absence of the eldest senior sister, she was the highest-ranking among the female disciples.

"Master has issued an order for everyone to gather at Bihua Pavilion; You Su’s achievement has been brought over!"

"Really!" The beauties immediately stood up; their eyes brightened with excitement.

Ye Qingchen was bewildered upon hearing this name—You Su’s achievement?

How does You Su have any relation to Bihua Pavilion?

By the time he gathered his thoughts, the beauties had already gracefully walked out the door.

Ye Qingchen pondered for a moment and decided to follow them to get to the bottom of it. Even if he risked being reprimanded by Master again, he had to clear things up.

Cui Lan Palace is located halfway up Bihua Peak, while Bihua Pavilion is conveniently situated not far up the mountain for shopping guests.

Ye Qingchen cautiously followed behind the female disciples. As the only Feather Transformation Realm cultivator among the true disciples, he could easily conceal his aura to avoid detection, but to the Void Realm’s Third Elder, he was conspicuous.

So outside Bihua Pavilion, he dared only to observe from a distance.

Standing at the entrance of Bihua Pavilion, the enchanting Third Elder stood gracefully alongside the Snake Race maiden and Fairy Wangshu. Next to these three stunning figures stood an inconspicuous youth in black clothes—You Su.

Ye Qingchen gritted his teeth in hatred, yet his younger sister disciples gathered around You Su, surrounding him with laughter and joy.

Veins bulged at Ye Qingchen’s temples with anger—wasn’t Bihua Pavilion supposed to be forbidden to men? Why could You Su enter, and he could not?!

Despite You Su being an outsider, how could he seem more like a true disciple of Bihua Peak than he did?

Upon thinking of this, a hint of resentment showed in his eyes, and with no further hesitation, he stepped forward to demand an explanation.

However, after only a few steps, he felt a tightness at his feet—a roadside grass had wrapped around his foot.

Ye Qingchen furrowed his brow, knowing it was his Master warning him.

"Qingchen, don’t proceed any further."

A familiar, charming voice echoed gently in his ear.

The Third Elder was in a good mood today and spoke without any hint of reproach, only softly reminding him.

This gave Ye Qingchen some confidence, choosing to insist:

"Master, why can You Su enter, but I cannot? Isn’t You Su a man?"

The Third Elder slightly turned her head, looking towards Ye Qingchen’s concealed location, her eyebrows subtly furrowed:

"Bihua Pavilion’s rule forbidding entry to men has been lifted; you can also enter, just not now. You Su is a partner of Bihua Pavilion, here for important discussions. Once the talks are over, no one will stop you from visiting."

"He’s a partner?! Master, I can join too! The Ye Family has a considerable foundation in Henggao City. Isn’t it more worthy for you to cooperate with my family than him?"

Ye Qingchen was truly puzzled; could Master’s sudden change of mind be because of this blind man?

Just then, several branches of evergreen trees in Ye Qingchen’s view began to grow autonomously, forming a barrier that blocked Ye Qingchen’s perspective toward Bihua Pavilion.

"Qingchen, your kindness is acknowledged by your master. But the Ye Family cannot help me, and I do not wish to owe the Ye Family any favors. If you haven’t understood, go back and slowly think it over."

With these words, Ye Qingchen stood staring at the barrier of branches between him and his master with a face like death.

Turning back despondently, he silently climbed the mountain, his temples taut with the tightly clenched teeth.