Chapter 62: Protection

Protection

Fu Guang blinked her eyes, carefully thinking about the scene in her dream.

At that moment she had just awakened, unable to understand the interstellar writing and speech; the woman in her dream used a bracelet-shaped light brain.

The font on the screen, she thought for a moment, her head suddenly felt dizzy, the otherwise normal characters spun, making her unable to distinguish or discern where she was at that time.

The clue was broken again, but she clearly knew one thing: before becoming the present 'Fu Guang,' she had awakened once before.

Fu Guang composed her emotions, recalling the Little Blue Flower, and asked Qing Feng beside her, "Has the Bloodthirsty Vine been dealt with?"

Qing Feng nodded, "For now everything is under control."

He took out from space the protector familiar to Fu Guang; inside the transparent cover, the Little Blue Flower bloomed faintly.

"Here, it's for you." Qing Feng looked at Fu Guang and said.

"For me?" Fu Guang took it dubiously, her eyelid twitching.

"Mm, don't worry, the White Tower and the Military Department are fully aware; those who have passed the bright road need not worry." Qing Feng thought Fu Guang was worried about the Little Blue Flower's unknown origin, so he explained.

Fu Guang slowly nodded, and in her mind came a familiar, tiny voice of 'Mother,' after which it fell silent.

No longer eager as before, cautious and careful, fearing to upset Fu Guang and be abandoned again.

"Have you thought of a name for it?" Qing Feng did not say why the White Tower and the Military Department agreed to hand over the sole new plant, whose danger had not yet been eliminated, to Fu Guang.

Everyone has secrets; moreover, if Fu Guang is pushed to the brink, no one knows what she will do.

A hanging blade is more frightening; and now, after Fu Guang's various performances, it is clear she is not someone who treats life as nothing.

Only this point is enough for the White Tower.

What kind of people are Guides?

In the light brain, the most accepted entry by the public reads: martyrs of faith, torchbearers of light, spokespeople of destruction.

The most straightforward entry describes that Guides possess a spiritual perception far stronger than that of Sentinels, enabling them to quickly detect anything different in the environment and make swift judgments.

They are commanders on the battlefield, capable of holding the reins of the Sentinels.

However, Guides can also be corrupted; when the brain cannot process too much information, they fall into madness, and the ensuing mental wave will bring everything to destruction.

They give new life, and equally bring destruction.

Fu Guang is also a Guide; do not crave whether her nature is bright. Stabilizing her is, according to the White Tower's judgment of the current situation, the most expedient way.

The Military Department is all Sentinels; how could they understand Guides?

This time they have no right to say 'no,' unless an SS-rank Sentinel returns from the front line.

However, compared to the precarious front line that could be breached at any moment, Fu Guang, whose danger is unclear yet still within the safe range, appears somewhat acceptable.

Fu Guang does not care how the White Tower and the Military Department communicate; she only needs to accept this surprising gift.

She raised the transparent cover, and through the shaft of light shining through the window, the petite blue flower seemed to tremble in the light.

The girl's voice brimmed with a smile, pleasant and charming: "Let's just call it Little Blue Flower."

Qing Feng's lips curled into a smile instantly: "Good, let's call it Little Blue Flower."

"Mother!" the Little Blue Flower's voice rose, regaining its initial fervor; Mother gave it a name, so it must be approved!

However, to win Mother's favor, it merely trembled imperceptibly.

Qing Feng pretended not to notice the Little Blue Flower's movement, his long lashes flickering—does it truly have sentience?

Then it meets the standard of a created being.

Obeying the words of 'Mother' is an innate instinct of a created being, and must not be violated.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The tightly shut door was knocked with a thunderous boom, and Ting Zhu's deep voice rang out: "Guide Qing Feng, I heard Xiao Fu Guang's voice—has Xiao Fu Guang awakened?"

"It's my oversight." Qing Feng said with a smile, then asked Fu Guang concernedly, "Are you resting a while?"

"I've slept plenty this time; let's go to the reception room."

Qing Feng rose to open the door; a small black figure darted past his side, which he ignored.

When the tall man tried to enter, Qing Feng said, "Go to the reception room, Sentinel."

"To enter a Guide's room, you need the Guide's personal permission; you are not on the list." Qing Feng's tone was light, but his eyes held a sharp glint.

Ting Zhu glanced inside; a blonde girl lowered her head, speaking with a black-haired girl seemingly called Wen Li, not looking his way, her refusal obvious.

Ting Zhu furrowed his brow slightly, then turned and said, "Guide Qing Feng, shall we go together?"

"Let's go together." Qing Feng waved his hand forward, extremely refined.

Ting Zhu strode with tiger-like vigor toward the reception room.

"Sister." Wen Li these days has gradually stopped fearing these things; his whole body seems to constantly release killing intent, continually assaulting her mental power as a Sentinel.

Because, in Elder Sister Fu Guang's house, her words are the most effective; they dare not act recklessly.

She also grew accustomed to being under the same roof as high-ranking Sentinels, the sensation of their mental landscapes stabbing.

With Elder Sister Fu Guang here, everything can be overcome.

Wen Li blinked and blinked, looking into Fu Guang's eyes, brimming with tears.

"What's wrong? Has anyone bullied you?" Fu Guang reached out to wipe the tears rolling down the girl's face; the latter half of her sentence dropped in tone, as if she were about to name the culprit and cause trouble.

Wen Li pressed his lips and said, "No."

Then he lowered his head, embarrassed, and choked out, "Every time I see Sister, Sister is unconscious."

The girl spoke, quickly lifted her head to glance at Fu Guang; the blonde girl seemed to glow, smiling at her, showing no anger or sorrow.

She continued, "The Sentinels around Sister are terrible; we should replace them." Her small face tensed, she said solemnly.

Fu Guang chuckled, rubbing the little girl's head, not saying she was physically weak, but that the Sentinels were inadequate and she should be replaced—truly befitting Wen Li, the little girl.

"Then let me think?" Fu Guang teased the little girl with a smile, "Who should we choose?"

Fu Guang's question left Wen Li stunned; yeah, who should we choose?

The sentinels she had seen were few; she racked her brains and still hadn't seen any, and they were even more outstanding than the sentinels beside Fu Guang's older sister.

Her face showed a troubled expression; she didn't know what she was thinking, her complexion brightened and her eyes sparkled as she looked at Fu Guang, "Fu Guang older sister, choose me!"

"Huh?" Fu Guang let out a questioning sound.

"I am a metal-element guide; metal produces water, I can strengthen my older sister's mental power."

"Although I am only D-rank now, the seniors all say my talent is not bad, I can protect my older sister." Wen Li said hurriedly, afraid that Fu Guang would think she was lying and deceiving.

"Your current task is to study well and cultivate well." Fu Guang rubbed the little girl's soft hair.

"Fu Guang older sister, I still have the ability to protect myself; I don't need to rely on anyone."