Chapter 107

Greedy for Money

The golden, soft light on the little sprite's body gradually faded, its hands clasped, eyes tightly shut, and its delicate wings on its back wrapped around it.

Fu Guang watched, her finger twitching slightly; when there were still two or three small black pieces, she placed one hand behind the little sprite's neck and lifted it from the soft cloud mass.

The cloud mass clung gently to her hand, showing no trace of its earlier violence; the two S-rank Guide seniors stared at her with an expression she couldn't understand, smiled briefly, and in an instant dispelled the coldness about them.

Fu Guang cupped the shrunken little sprite in her palm; its body leaned sideways in her hand, wings drooping, light and fluffy, as if holding a soft cotton ball that seemed about to melt in her hand the next second.

Purple clouds drifted onto her shoulder, lazily lying there to cover her shoulder, with scattered purple hues at the edges of the cloud.

Her slender fingertip flicked the little sprite's wing to check for any unseen abnormality; the little sprite reached out and lightly grasped that restless fingertip, seeming both affectionate and reassured, it rubbed its cheek and fell into a deep sleep.

The girl lowered her head slightly; her pupils, when viewed from outside, seemed softer amid the rippling water, blue light shining on her pink fingertips as her mental power slowly flowed into the little sprite's body.

"You're so gentle, little sun." Yu Ran looked at her and suddenly laughed.

After undergoing violent purification, the Sentinels' mental bodies became fragile; many Sentinels could not maintain their mental bodies during purification, and a significant number were scattered afterward.

Having their mental bodies scattered is no different from suffering a severe mental landscape injury; it takes at least half a year to recondense the mental body, but it's still better than dying.

Even if shattered, the mental body at this moment is so fragile that it cannot even withstand an influx of external mental power.

Yu Ran watched the silver-haired Sentinel who had fainted from pain; her past purification experiences told her that this Sentinel was actually a decent guardian Sentinel.

It was merely decent, that's all.

Using mental power to directly destroy the anomaly also destroys the Sentinel's mental power.

The Sentinel enduring to the extreme had bloodshot red eyes, yet due to intense pain could not move its position, staring fixedly, as if wanting to flay bone and sinew for the Guide purifying it.

What would the Guide be thinking?

If unwilling, just go die.

Don't pity, don't be soft-hearted; the seniors' blood has already told you the consequences of doing this.

The girl raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised, and replied, "Me?"

No one spoke further; Yu Ran earnestly watched Fu Guang, seriously and patiently untangling the chaotic mental power within the mental body, her jade-like face showing no impatience, nor did she let go despite her own weakness.

This is delicate work; basically, even the most soft-hearted Guide would not handle it for a Sentinel, simply because it's troublesome.

Guides would not spin mental power into threads finer than a hair to do this; in fact, it would require far more mental power than needed for purification.

The girl's brows and eyes had opened up considerably after a few days, perhaps due to her exotic heritage, making her increasingly captivating to behold.

The girl's brilliant gold tail unconsciously stirred the water, her long golden lashes trembled slightly, and blue-gold lines on her fingertips wove through the mental body.

At this moment, the whole person was tranquil and leisurely, allowing onlookers to relax their hearts and dispel hostility.

Fu Guang, true to her name, is truly radiant.

Yu Ran's eyes shifted, thinking that if Fu Guang piloted a mecha, there would be hardly anyone in interstellar mecha combat who could surpass her.

Fu Guang currently displays weak mental power, and she laments that she is inferior.

She turned her head to Chan Yi and said, "Is that Wu Ran Qu still around? For Little Sun, it would be a decent next training ground." Her voice was normal volume, not avoiding Fu Guang.

Chan Yi withdrew her gaze, the cloud-weaving beast floated back to her side, she pondered for a moment, then softly said, "Little Sun, ah, is a good choice."

Lan An stood aside listening to the two S-rank guides; these cryptic words made their heartbeat race, and the nails on their side elongated.

He felt somewhat uneasy, quickly thinking in his mind, a Wu Ran Qu that even S-rank guides would avoid.

He wanted to say something, but the girl seemed to sense it, lifted her eyes, and stopped his action.

"What is this 'Wu Ran Qu'?" Fu Guang didn't know what riddle the two were playing; it seemed they weren't avoiding her knowing, so she might as well ask directly.

"I'll keep you in suspense; I'll send the data back to you." Yu Ran said.

Chan Yi, on the other hand, explained to her, "This Wu Ran Qu has existed in the White Tower for several hundred years; its danger level isn't particularly high, it's just somewhat disgusting."

The purple-haired woman's expression was hidden in the shadows, her lips pressed flat; in Fu Guang's impression, Senior Chan Yi has always been someone who doesn't show joy or anger, with good emotional control.

Just as she said, that Wu Ran Qu is "very disgusting," making her show an expression hard to accept whenever she mentions it.

Fu Guang recalled the previous Library Pollution Task wasn't finished yet, and said, "I still have an unfinished task here; I don't know if it's urgent."

"Not urgent; anyway it's existed for a long time, this bit of time doesn't matter." Yu Ran's expression when mentioning the Wu Ran Qu was also somewhat off.

Chan Yi's eyes, like purple gemstones, half-admonishingly told Fu Guang, "If you find the pollution core, don't destroy it first."

She seemed to want to say something more, then withdrew her words: "Forget it, no need to feel pressured; success or failure is fine."

"Long-term tasks are few; this counts as your second." Yu Ran's voice rose slightly, breaking the oppressive atmosphere. She asked Fu Guang, "What was the first long-term task? Perhaps the seniors know a bit about it."

"The Library Task, ah." Yu Ran drew out her voice, furrowed her brows in thought, "I don't have much impression, but the books there are quite complete." Yu Ran laughed, showing a row of white teeth, dimples appearing, looking lively and pretty.

"There isn't a single book that can't be found in the Library."

"Oh." Fu Guang nodded thoughtfully, then looked toward the unfamiliar crowd not far away.

She asked, "Who are those people? What happened to the seniors?"

"Mercenaries—pay enough and they'll obey; they sell information, kill and arson, anything you can or cannot imagine, as long as there's a demand that can't be fulfilled elsewhere, just go to them."

"As long as you pay enough, everything's negotiable." Yu Ran waved her hand, creating a mental barrier, "Especially their leader—did you see that woman with the mechanical arm? Her name is Leng Ying."

Fu Guang nodded; just with the naked eye, she could see the woman hanging no fewer than five kinds of weapons, her whole body exuding a lethal aura—she's not someone to provoke lightly.

"This person is greedy for money, but still has some sense of righteousness; that mechanical arm of hers was cut off when she rescued a companion who had once saved her during a betrayal."

"As long as the money is sufficient, she makes a decent partner, and she's quite faithful to contracts."