Chapter 77

Knowing is enough.

「Lan Qian, do you know how to leave? 」 Fu Guang's eyes half-closed, her drooping eyelids shading the faint light in her blue eyes.

「If you leave now, how confident are you? 」

「Leave in the direction of the Heavenly Pillar. 」

「Now the seawater is flowing backward; the space there is the weakest point in Yummengze. As long as we tear open a spatial rift, we can leave Yummengze. 」

Lan Qian replied carefully, but heading to the extreme of the Heavenly Pillar is not an easy task.

The water pressure at the extreme of the Heavenly Pillar reaches terrifying levels, enough to instantly crush approaching B-rank Sentinels into blood mist.

What's more, for a Guide.

Fu Guang felt a bit irritable; B-rank strength is too weak, but once she breaks through to A-rank, her situation won't be as carefree as it is now.

Others see her; whether they say she has the potential to break through S-rank or even SS-rank, it's like a moon reflected in water—looks good but they don't take her seriously.

A peerless genius with infinite potential and a mighty expert who can summon clouds and rain cannot be spoken of in the same breath.

Either become a mighty expert outright, or be a peerless genius; a peerless genius who has some strength but not enough to decide power will only become a pawn everyone likes.

Although her current strength also makes her a pawn, at least it's not very dangerous, and to accommodate her frail constitution, they will give her time off.

This gives her enough time to search for medicinal herbs to repair her spiritual landscape, instead of being shuttled between battlefields with no freedom at all.

The requirement she once set for herself was to develop obscenely. Wanting to develop obscenely, why is it so hard? Now she can't continue slacking off.

Her mental power swept over the neatly arranged medicinal herbs in the space, each herb kept at the peak of its potency.

For this repair of her spiritual landscape, the final needed herb is in Yummengze, which is also why Fu Guang agreed to come to Yummengze.

Let the Sentinels regain their strength and go find the herbs.

Fu Guang quickly formulated the next plan.

She lifted her gaze, looking at the two Sentinels, and asked with an inscrutable expression, "Do you have a way to quickly regain your strength?"

After speaking, the strong pulse beneath her palm paused; Fu Guang saw that Xi Guang and Lan Qian both wore expressions of deep secrecy.

Xi Guang, not far away, slightly turned his body, his gaze shifting elsewhere, not wanting to speak further.

A flash of light passed through Fu Guang's eyes; she slowly opened her mouth, her voice like a pervasive demonic sound drilling into both their ears.

「I've heard that before ancient people discovered fire, they ate raw beasts to replenish their strength, in order to hunt better next time. 」

Lan Qian's body stiffened; he brought his head close to the sensitive girl's cheek, fine bubbles touching the soft hair on her face, his voice dark: "Yes, Master."

He affirmed it, understanding the hidden meaning in Fu Guang's words.

Today's Sentinels also uphold this habit; they are innate weapons and naturally need a constant supply of energy, with food being the best source.

Sentinels with decent strength surely shouldn't be left to starve, right?

Xi Guang stood tall and upright, standing not far away, his gaze directed at the swaying water plants that had grown, silently accepting Lan Qian's words.

All the Sentinels tacitly avoid mentioning to the Guide their blood-drinking, raw-meat-eating side.

Even if a powerful Guide has grown accustomed to the battlefield's brutality, facing Sentinels who discard reason and become beasts with true bloodlust makes it hard not for the Guide to wonder whether Guide and Sentinel are still the same species.

That is too bloody; in the dead of night, dreaming back, would it make the Guide regret accepting the Sentinels' behavior?

They dare not gamble on it, so no one will speak plainly.

Moreover, not all Sentinels behave this way; they have long been in contact with human civilization, human etiquette, all human rules, making it hard to break through their psychological barriers to imitate beasts.

It's like stripping naked and running wildly through the streets; in ancient times that was no problem, but nowadays people would think that person is crazy.

Shame and propriety prevent anyone from doing that; becoming a freak means expulsion from the group, meaning loss of survival ability, which is tantamount to welcoming death.

Fu Guang judged their condition from their expressions and the heartbeat behind them. She said letting the new junior disciple study pharmacy would be useful, and she would never be wrong.

Who could have her ability to discern the states of the two?

Lan Qian accepted this aspect well.

Xi Guang doesn't believe it; his inner standards are high, so he likely couldn't perform such an unbecoming act.

Perhaps we should change the title.

Fu Guang felt a gurgling black pool in her stomach, constantly bubbling, and she couldn't help thinking she was truly terrible.

Fu Guang lifted her cheeks into a smile, her tone light yet full of doubt: "Why so serious? Haven't you ever had the cafeteria's fish sashimi?"

She lowered her tone, looking uncomprehending: "I won't say whether the taste is good or bad, but it should be acceptable, right?"

「Dear Sentinel, I'm hungry. 」 She directly stated her need to the Sentinel, momentarily leaving Xi Guang dazed.

But soon, the former executive who had heard even more outrageous words reacted quickly, his pale gold eyes staring straight at Fu Guang.

「Good. 」 He turned and left without hesitation, golden light flashing, disappearing shortly after.

In the distance, a snowy-white sword light shone.

「Master, you are tolerant toward Xi Guang. 」 Lan Qian bent his arm, facing Fu Guang, his voice light, as if dissatisfied with Fu Guang's favoritism toward Xi Guang.

「Aren't Sentinels supposed to obey the Guide's orders? 」

Moreover, he made the master change his wording so he could accept it; Xi Guang really has a thick face.

Fu Guang is in a good mood now, smiling with narrowed eyes, and she waves at Lan Qian.

Lan Qian raised his arm, lowered his head, and Fu Guang's skirt, swaying with the water's ripple, brushed his chest, tickling him.

The merfolk's face is no less impressive than his voice; Fu Guang leaned in to look, and their faces were almost touching.

Her fingertip traced down the merfolk's face, brushed his Adam's apple, and landed on a small blue flower tattooed over his heart.

Her pink fingertip dabbed the small blue flower. The fair, handsome merfolk—she didn't feel she was losing out.

Without a weapon, there is none; she can only wait for her little blue flower to sprout another stalk.

She answered the merfolk's recent words with a half-smile, "My big belly can support a boat, can't it?"

Lan Qian used his other hand to lift the girl's soft hand, grasped her fingertip, and reverently pressed a kiss upon it.

「King, it's my fault. 」

For now this crazy shark person was under control; Fu Guang pinched the shark person's delicate chin.

Fu Guang warned herself not to show weakness before the shark person; otherwise, what awaited her was the shark person's comeback, another mad frenzy, and their mutual destruction.

The girl's blue eyes were like a cloudless sky for ten thousand li, a deep blue sky, yet she mercilessly spat out hurtful words.

"Just knowing is enough."