Chapter 58: then translation of chapter title

Blue Flower

Fu Guang put on tactical goggles, observing from a distance the plant she had created.

Vast enough to blot out the sky and sun, countless red vines swayed wildly; between the red branches, pale blue little flowers could be seen growing on the blood-colored branches.

The largest blue flowers looked no bigger than her palm, crystal clear in the field of view, as if flowing like water along the Bloodthirsty Vine's branches.

"According to observation, its branches should be growing within the Bloodthirsty Vine's vines." Qing Feng also gazed afar, at this moment the Bloodthirsty Vine had calmed down.

"They depend on each other; in the first few days, the Bloodthirsty Vine had the idea of self-amputation to survive."

Then the Bloodthirsty Vine's vines shed profusely; within the discarded branches, inconspicuous blue flowers still grew, even gradually covering the vines, bit by bit devouring them.

A nearby Sentinel accidentally touched it; the blue flowers drifting on the wind spread a blue sea across his body.

Then the Sentinel did not die; after the blue flowers seemed to have replenished their energy, they consciously detached and mixed back into the wind.

"The newborn plant has a strong will to survive; the Bloodthirsty Vine did not obtain a good outcome."

Qing Feng took from space the intercepted blue flowers, using a specially made protector from the Science Academy, tightly packed and handed to Fu Guang.

Fu Guang touched the box‑shaped protector; a spatial energy ripple spread from her fingertips, and under the interference of spatial energy, her hand gradually lost sensation.

One could say this protector is an independent space; one who is extremely familiar with space can instantly cut the blue flower away together with its own space.

It is a means of sealing space, used for storage and preservation—all quite excellent.

Fu Guang placed the protector in her palm.

This tiny blue flower, still smaller than her pinky, has a slender scarlet stalk underneath, looking like a small brooch.

But that slender scarlet stalk likely simulates a human blood vessel.

Beautiful yet violent, this slender stalk can easily pierce a warship's defenses, let alone human flesh.

Fu Guang imagined this scene in her mind: the fine scarlet stalk, with a "pop," pierces a black warship bristling with killing intent—so easy, as if it were puncturing a membrane stretched to its limit.

Fu Guang gazed at the tiny blue flower in her hand, her eyes inscrutable; she had created something as dangerous as the Bloodthirsty Vine.

"Mother?"

A tiny voice appeared in her mind, its pronunciation peculiar, like a toddler babbling; she lifted her gaze toward the Bloodthirsty Vine without a trace, while focusing her attention to observe everyone's movements nearby.

No one showed anything unusual, but still she remained cautious and did not reply.

"Mother." The tiny voice sounded again, faint as a mosquito's wingbeat, yet in the silence it rang out extremely loud.

"Mother."

The voice now had a few extra hints of cheerfulness, and it kept calling.

"Mother." The utterance brimmed with longing and admiration; each call came faster and more urgent, as if trying to draw the creator's attention.

Its petals began to tremble minutely, the scarlet stalk elongated, seeking to break free of its cage and make contact with "Mother."

Fu Guang seemingly nonchalantly covered the protector with her wide sleeve, tapping her fingertip on the shield to stop its action.

"Mother." The tiny words turned despondent, timid, not understanding why "Mother" ignored it yet also refused its approach.

In the distance, the Bloodthirsty Vine's blood‑red branches exploded, violently sprouting countless blue flowers, like a blue sea of blossoms.

"Alert!" Zhong He shouted sternly, his aura surging rapidly.

At the same moment, Qing Feng appeared holding a jade‑green flute horizontally before her, the Dawnlight Sword tip pointing to the ground; both stepped forward, shielding the girl behind them.

Everyone's eyes fixed on the Bloodthirsty Vine, nerves taut as they watched its every move.

"Blue Flower" had never appeared before; it was unclear why it suddenly occupied a large area of the Bloodthirsty Vine's branches.

Within a few breaths, the blue petals fell from the branches, scattering and withering onto the blood pool beneath the Bloodthirsty Vine, the blue filling the pool completely without a gap.

The next second, the deep blood pool surged, submerging the blue; a wave of blood rose up, leaving no trace of blue.

"Fall back; if things go wrong, run straight away." Qing Feng turned to tell the girl behind her.

"Mm." Fu Guang agreed.

On the Bloodthirsty Vine's branches, in just a few breaths it went from bud to blooming a blood‑red flower; unlike the small blue flowers, this one was huge, about a person tall, its petals layered tightly together, as if forged from the most fervent blood.

The Bloodthirsty Vine, no longer calm, violently swung its branches, producing shockwaves, striking the newly blossomed flower on its innermost branches.

Fu Guang lowered her head to look at the flower in her hand; it had turned red, still the same size, but now its petals were curled into a bud‑like state.

The bud did not move, yet something seemed to be stirring within—sometimes the left side bulged, sometimes the right.

The scarlet stalk was covered with sharp barbs, encircling the bud.

Sensing Fu Guang's gaze, the stalk jerked up and shook; the bud's internal throbbing intensified.

In the distance, the vivid petals, under the Bloodthirsty Vine's frenzied assault, gradually detached from the flower, fluttered down, and easily merged into the blood pool beneath it, making the pool look even redder.

"Shall we go up?" Zhong He asked for Qing Feng's opinion; the Guide's talent lay in mental power, which far exceeds the information gathered by the eyes.

They are more perceptive than Sentinels, able to detect the slightest stir on the battlefield and compute in their minds to make appropriate judgments.

"Wait a little longer," Qing Feng whispered, "the Bloodthirsty Vine's aura dipped for a moment, but that's not enough to destroy it."

"Now it is gradually regaining its strength."

Qing Feng's words seemed overly hesitant; Zhong He looked at him doubtfully.

With each fusion, the Bloodthirsty Vine became more violent than before, almost expending all its strength to eliminate this "parasite."

The flower seemed powerless to stop the vines' violent tearing, swaying on the branches; the huge red flower, after shedding thirty‑six petals, vanished.

Does it have no roots? How does it survive on the Bloodthirsty Vine's branches?

"That flower is not a decoration." Qing Feng saw everything; it was merely willing to make a "sacrifice." The latter half of the sentence was swallowed by Qing Feng and not spoken.

Sacrifice?

Obviously it is not sacrificing itself for the Bloodthirsty Vine; it is sacrificing for whom? Who could make it do so?

Fu Guang only felt a chill in her hand; an object mysteriously appeared in the hand holding the small blue flower.

Qing Feng's gaze shifted to her; after locking eyes with Fu Guang for two seconds, he still asked gently, "Didn't scare you, did he?"