Chapter 51

Little Sun

The blonde-haired girl's face was slick with cold sweat, her eyes half-lidded, she leaned against a fluffy white fox tail, and another tail coiled in front of her.

She buried half her face into the warm, soft tail, and hearing footsteps behind her, she slightly lifted her eyes.

In the distance, the bloodthirsty vines and their freshly spawned "symbiotes" continued to ceaselessly seize vitality; Fu Guang used her dwindling mental power to aid the species she had created.

So that it could achieve final victory in this silent smokeless battle.

Various plants, undergoing gradual transformation, in the endless cycle of life and death, and after the Military Department and White Tower continually tried inserting all kinds of plants, gradually merged the strengths of all plants.

Becoming a completely unprecedented, one-of-a-kind new species.

After all, it was a species she created, still bearing a drop of her blood; Fu Guang couldn't leave it a mess and just walk away.

As a pharmacist, she also wanted to see what this new kind of plant would look like; new medicinal materials meant new potions for her, and she wondered what effects they might have.

The soothing spiritual power infused with vitality and elemental power were sent together into her body; a straw was inserted into the water-filled bottle and fed to the girl's dehydrated, cracked lips.

Fu Guang didn't want to move; she was severely dehydrated now, but she didn't even have enough strength left to drink water.

The person who had come from behind sat down, their cool hand grasping Fu Guang's arm, pulling the girl to lean against their chest, and their spiritual power continuously poured into Fu Guang's nearly barren spiritual landscape.

A Guide's spiritual power differs from a Sentinel's and requires extra processing; the soothing, peaceful wood-element spiritual power, carrying abundant vitality, gradually restored some of Fu Guang's strength.

After regaining a bit of strength, Fu Guang lowered her head and glug-glug gulped down water until she was full, then leaned back and lay lazily in the arms of the person behind her.

Her gaze stared straight at the wide, blue-recovered sky, her eyes empty, like a salted fish exhausted to the point of paralysis, unwilling to move.

"You've worked hard." The chest behind her vibrated, and the gentle words reached her ears.

Fu Guang showed no reaction at all; she hadn't gotten proper sleep for three days, calculated in S-rank time.

She was about to be worked to death, relying on potions and an S-rank Guide to keep her fragile spiritual power hanging on, and she was exhausted.

The military and the White Tower have dispatched three S-rank Guides; we can temporarily hand things over to them now, so get a good rest.

Gentle words accompanied by a special fluctuation of spiritual power finally made Fu Guang stop thinking about her newly sprouted plant; she slowly turned her head away from the backrest, looking up from below, and saw the male Guide with green hair and green eyes lowering his gaze to watch her.

An S-rank Guide, Qing Feng, is him.

Fu Guang looked at Qing Feng, nodded slightly, and replied leisurely, "Good."

Her head tilted, and she uncontrollably sank into darkness.

Finally able to sleep, how wonderful—she hadn't been worked to death. Before drifting off, she hazily thought.

Qing Feng adjusted a bit, positioning Fu Guang in his arms so that the great hero could get a good sleep.

After sensing that Fu Guang's spiritual power fluctuations had stabilized, he lifted his gaze; his jade-colored eyes looked toward the white fox lying still beside them, serving as a pillow.

"Sentinel, you may go." Qing Feng turned his wood-element power into a shield that enveloped Fu Guang, providing healing while also preventing outside chatter from disturbing her.

The fox lying on the ground stood up, its soft ears twitching; it turned its head, gazing reluctantly at the girl as it passed over her.

Qing Feng frowned, lifted his sleeve, and the long sleeve covered Fu Guang's figure.

"Don't harbor unrealistic fantasies, young master of the Shang family." Qing Feng said lightly.

The Shang family is a large clan that has been passed down in the Federation for a long time; while protecting its members, it naturally also has its own rules that clan members must follow.

For example, Shang family Sentinels may not choose Guides inclined toward the White Tower.

Also, for example, Shang family Guides must unconditionally obey the Shang family's orders.

Many families have such rules; by banding together, the internal circulation of Guides and Sentinels has also become a custom.

After all, aside from submission, a Guide will fully control her Sentinel.

Usual guidance and purification also make the relationship between Guide and Sentinel ever closer; the frequencies of their spiritual fluctuations grow increasingly near, and the bond deepens gradually until it becomes inseparable.

The reason the White Tower still stands today is that only the White Tower cultivates SS-rank Guides, without exception.

Even if these allied families, and even if the military's resources in hand are immeasurably vast, they still cannot cultivate an SS-rank Guide.

Several thousand years of time have already proven this fact.

Moreover, Fu Guang's potential among the White Tower's many S-rank Guides has already become the strongest candidate for breaking through to SS-rank, even though she is currently only B-rank.

Someone like Fu Guang would never give up the chance to advance further; her tenacious vitality is stronger than a seed striving to grow, and the drive to push upward is almost etched into her bones.

Her steps will not halt due to her own exhaustion, let alone when she is acting for others.

It's just unknown what kind of past shaped the Fu Guang of today.

After Qing Feng gazed at the girl who had fallen into a faint sleep, her pallid complexion gradually returned to a pale pink, vitality reappeared on her body, and her eyes seemed about to open any second.

Shang Ze said nothing, resumed his human form, his gaze sweeping over the standing Paulownia and Li Yun beside him, and he departed silently.

She is very eye-catching, but too eye-catching, making it absolutely impossible for her to have any connection with him.

"Little Feng Feng." Purple smoke drifted to Qing Feng's side; the smoke swiftly flowed all around Fu Guang, and a purple-haired, purple-eyed woman emerged from the mist.

She spoke teasingly, her gaze falling on the golden-haired girl resembling a Sleeping Beauty: "Poor our little sun, though only a month has passed, what kind of days have you been living?"

Chan Yi felt that 'Little Guang Guang' didn't sound good; fortunately, Fu Guang also carries the meaning of sun, so calling her 'Little Sun' fits her name and her deeds perfectly.

Thinking this, Chan Yi frowned worriedly, fingertips resting on the girl's brow: "She really has become the Little Sun, a bunch of white-rice-eating Sentinels."

"No effect at all." The girl's condition had recovered quite well, entirely thanks to her spiritual landscape comparable to an S-rank, which could make spiritual power flow swiftly.

Moreover, if it weren't for the Little Sun's spiritual landscape being unusually broad compared to ordinary people, Xiguang's proposal would have been enough to kill her!

The spiritual power of S-rank Sentinels is always aggressive; flowing back into a Guide's spiritual landscape is like pouring countless silver needles into it.

"Chief Executive." Chan Yi let out a humored laugh, her face full of mockery, a haze seeming to drift in her purple eyes.

"Before the military's punishment comes down, I'd rather first teach this Chief Executive who wields justice what justice really is."

Put bluntly, it's just to beat him up.

The Little Sun being easy to talk to doesn't mean the other Guides of the White Tower are; they can likewise use authority and strength to make the Little Sun bow their head.

If this Guide weren't Fu Guang, she would already be a corpse, a tragic victim.