Chapter 114: You don't know?

You don't know?

The information is completely unequal; to her, that spiritual entity is uncontrollable.

Who knows if there's a ban on killing sea beasts? As a king, protecting one's people is perfectly normal, right?

Or perhaps some other prohibition, or there is a powerful enemy that, upon seeing it, wants to devour it.

After all, there's already a Lan Qing who, because of her royal status, has taken the initiative to provoke her and wants to kill her.

"This this this." Xiao Lan shrank its nonexistent neck, feeling that Fu Guang's words were no joke; she was serious, truly considering for a moment whether to pay a great price to eliminate it.

"Other spiritual entities, do you have this kind of trouble?" The bed curtains blocked the light outside; her blue-gold eyes shone bright, constantly surging, as if a beast were about to break free of its seal.

"We're special, isn't that normal?" Xiao Lan shouted anxiously, afraid Fu Guang would harden her heart and, with a single strike, scatter its yolk.

"Tell me how you're special." Her fair, slender hand stroked Xiao Lan's shell, making it tremble involuntarily.

There's a lunatic, help!

"Except that you're a king, then." The voice was soft, yet thick with ghostly energy, as if it would take its life in the next second.

It's still young; it doesn't want to die yet.

"I……." Xiao Lan racked its brains, only to realize it knew nothing beyond being a king—what then?

Does being favored by spiritual entities for its special trait count?

It has a strong affinity for water.

Anything else?

Does it attract the other Sentinels to come kill it?

It……

The woman's narrow eyes stared at it, and a sudden surge of intense emotion welled up from deep within its body—this emotion was its grievance, rising from its limbs to its throat, rendering it voiceless.

"Don't cry." The woman's voice was icy; if something solid struck the shell, you'd hear a "ping-pong" sound.

"Waa waa waa!" Upon hearing it, Xiao Lan gritted its teeth, held back a moment of resentment, then burst into loud sobs.

Bullying one's own spiritual entity—any fish, person, or spiritual entity left?

"Waa waa waa."

"You're so noisy." The soft blanket was lifted, covering the blue egg completely.

Little crybaby.

Fu Guang sat up, propping the pillow behind her back; inside her light-brain, the communications position blinked, indicating an unread new message.

The cool light emitted from the light-brain illuminated the lower half of the woman's face; her avatar, a picture of a golden fish tail, said, "Master, I miss you so much."

Fu Guang tapped away, unsure if the communication might be intercepted, concealing her royal title.

"Do you know... the pattern of its appearance?"

Lan Qing flicked the chain in her hand, shredding the foul-smelling alien that lunged at her, and with the other hand typed rapidly, "No pattern."

Fu Guang tapped the screen, wondering whether there truly is no pattern, or if no one has discovered it yet.

Lan Qing frowned at the alien that had interrupted his message, raised her hand, and water elements swiftly condensed into a massive water sphere, encompassing all aliens within ten thousand meters.

Clenching her fist, the water sphere burst with a bang, scattering the aliens inside into the blood-red earth.

He thought for a moment, then typed, "Don't worry; it might be my genes contaminating yours."

"Hmm."

Lan Qing steered the conversation to her suddenly appearing tail, thinking he could bring it up; the military and the White Tower could use this as an excuse, thus resolving a minor hassle regarding why she has a merfolk tail.

She fell into thought, wondering how there could be no pattern.

What this world is like, how the heavenly Dao works—Fu Guang has never probed it; her strength is too weak, and reckless observation would only lead to one result: death and soul annihilation.

One also doesn't know whether this world follows the law of karmic retribution.

If it does, then from the effect we can infer the cause: the king has already been born—what use is the king's growth?

Since the king is called a king, and with Lan Qing as a precedent, this king surely isn't a lone ruler; there must be subjects beneath, naturally coalescing into a force.

This force won't be small; what is it used for?

"Waa waa waa." The little crybaby's incessant whining buzzed in her ears, making her head ache.

Is this really her? So easily frightened, and she can't even speak clearly—how stupid.

"Waa." The little crybaby's voice paused, then cried even louder, practically howling at the top of its lungs, wanting everyone to know its grievance.

Fu Guang steadied her dizzy head, wondering if this little crybaby would make itself faint from crying.

"Stop crying." She pushed at the bundled blankets, which swayed; the crying lessened but remained a steady trickle.

"Waa waa waa."

Fu Guang reached out to pull the blanket away, staring at the blue egg bawling into a lump; she felt like laughing, but instead wanted to see how long it could keep crying.

She hasn't cried yet; right now she's essentially a merfolk unable to reach shore—on land she'd just flap her tail, a helpless fish, or if she tried to move, she'd be as weak as a person treading on knife blades.

After just saying a couple of things to it, in the past those muddle‑headed collaborators were almost all dealt with by her; none could stay put nicely.

"Waa waa waa."

Fu Guang propped her chin, patiently watching Xiao Lan cry; her light-brain flickered, but she paid it no heed.

"Hic." Xiao Lan couldn't hold back its crying; after a hiccup, it kept on crying.

"Just this grievous?" Fu Guang said, seemingly lacking empathy; in all her memories, she had hardly ever cried.

Even if her master had passed away and her sect been destroyed, she had never shed a tear.

Crying? With this time, she'd rather train hard, striving to behead the next foe; the tears that would have fallen turn into flames, flowing inward to nourish the heart brimming with killing intent.

"Crying is just a normal physiological phenomenon; I'm not aggrieved, waa waa." Xiao Lan had indeed been aggrieved at first; she was patient—or broad‑minded—toward everyone, even those who wanted to kill her, letting it slide with a smile.

Why, when it comes to it, is it so strict?

Besides, they are originally one entity, and they also know Fu Guang's creed of being strict with herself and lenient with others; she holds no expectations of others, so naturally she feels no sorrow or anger.

But after crying for a long time, it itself wanted to cry, whimper, Little Blue looked at the water accumulating inside the eggshell, whimper, would its tears drown it?

"whimper."

Fu Guang extended her fingertip, tentatively touched the eggshell, as a consolation.

"whimper." The round egg wobbled and swayed, rubbing against her hand.

Starting from a fingertip, gradually increasing, she covered the violently crying blue egg with her palm, holding it in her embrace.

Little Blue huddled in the warm embrace, it had been crying for far too long; not only its throat hurt, its head also hurt, its heart also hurt.

It gently stopped crying, listening to Fu Guang's heartbeat, and asked, "Are you not uncomfortable? Why aren't you crying?"

The spirit form is connected to its master's senses; when it feels uncomfortable, Fu Guang will only feel even more uncomfortable, but why doesn't she cry? Is she unable to?

(End of chapter)