Chapter 78: Reverse March to Attack Above

Reverse March to Attack Above

The silver-haired man was tall and slender, yet upright; one hand held a sword, its bright blade unmatched in sharpness; the other hand lifted a piece of cleaned, tender white fish meat as tall as half his body.

"Guide Sir." He lifted the fish meat, walked to Fu Guang's side, neither far nor near, and a faint smell of blood could be sensed from him.

"Hard work." Fu Guang floated down from Lan Qian's arm, "You can go find food yourself." She told Lan Qian, the red silk threads on her hand detached and flew toward the blue flower on the shark person's chest.

Three red lines originating from his heart spread out, wrapping around his left shoulder, converging at his back into a blood-red flower.

The red lines on the shark person's cold-white skin looked like vivid red scars, as if someone had whipped them with rattan.

Breaking the tall sentinel's overall hard atmosphere, it appeared alluring and strange; after staring long, one could actually sense a hint of allure.

Lan Qian rubbed his left shoulder with his right hand, long sharp nails hanging down his back, the red lines perfectly fitting the skin, as if innate.

He lifted his red lips, smiled slightly, his voice soft: "Thank you for your grace, Sir."

Fu Guang's eyelid twitched, she thought to herself, "Is this guy really brainless?"

She let it go, whether his mind was sharp or not made no difference; she didn't need to bother with him.

The shark person drifted away with the current, the shark gauze on his tail unfurling like a light wisp of cloud, airy and lively.

Fu Guang took out a small spatial isolator, a cylindrical device, which hummed, pushing back the surrounding water to form a temporary water‑free space.

Devices for space are expensive, but a portable "Safe House" is far more costly than a fixed spatial expander that stays in one place.

For this twenty‑square‑meter space, the price nearly matches the "Cave Heaven" gifted to her inside the academy.

Once a "Cave Heaven" is established, it cannot be moved, and maintaining it consumes considerable resources.

However, the rights to the "Cave Heaven" belong to Fu Guang, and its immovable nature means every subsequent Chief Sentinel gets to enjoy it.

The academy waived half the resources Fu Guang needed, drawing energy from the public conduits.

However, each subsequent Chief Sentinel will likely see their housing fees to the academy increase.

Chief Sentinel Ting Zhu knew from Fu Guang's monthly bill that if he lived there, he would shut off all energy conduits.

Of course, every sentinel living in the villa will pay Fu Guang points to purchase their residency rights.

Shu Tong, Liu Yun, and Xi Guang are exempt.

After calculation, the sentinels still consume the most energy during training.

At this moment, Fu Guang was holding two B‑rank energy blocks, stuffing them into the spatial device.

The tender white fish meat lay on the table; Fu Guang held a thin‑as‑cicada‑wing knife, slicing repeatedly over the delicate meat.

She arranged it on an exquisite plate, drizzled with special sauce, and pushed a plate toward Xi Guang.

She opened the map of Yummengze, sat down leisurely, and began to eat.

She hadn't eaten for who knows how many days, her stomach empty; combined with prolonged mental exertion burning energy quickly, she rarely felt the sensation of her chest pressed to her back.

Fu Guang glanced at the map she had just bought; at first glance she thought it was some swindler's trick, like ghost‑drawn talismans—though the projection showed three layers of atmosphere, it was made of winding, wave‑like lines overlapping.

Looking left and right now, she felt the mapper was a genius.

S‑rank and above hazardous lands all possess an ability that affects perception; after leaving, you can recall the scenery in your mind and tell others as much as you know about the dangerous place.

But you cannot reproduce the scene of that S‑rank hazardous land for anyone who has been there, using any words or images.

Thus the maps are like ghost‑drawn talismans, with only a few strokes.

They cannot form words or depict scenes; the maps are abstract to the extreme.

But the most magical part is that, in the reviews of shops selling S‑rank hazardous‑land maps, one comment reads: "When exiting the hazardous land, you actually feel this map is a perfect one‑to‑one reproduction."

Fu Guang adjusted the projection in all directions; it looked truly varied in distance and height, resembling the sea from any angle, yet she couldn't tell which part of the sea it was.

One spot was extremely sunken, which was easy to distinguish.

Fu Guang turned off the three‑layer projection; previously, at sea, she determined direction by the star chart, looking at the position of the Big Dipper.

Now underwater, she sees nothing, truly like a blind man feeling his way.

She hoped Lan Qian would be of some use.

The blond‑haired girl lazily speared a piece of fish meat with a silver fork and brought it to her mouth.

Possibly because she had moved away from danger, the girl no longer looked as she did before; she lacked the murderous aura, appearing just an ordinary guide girl.

Fu Guang felt a little tired; Lan Qian and that person had drained more than half of her energy.

This body is innately deficient, with a poor foundation; naturally frail, its energy lags far behind that of peers of the same age and rank.

She did her best to make up for her bodily shortcomings, but too much time has passed; without heavenly treasures, it's hard to fundamentally amend her constitution.

All she can do is hope that, as her spiritual power grows, her physique won't hold her back.

In her past life, what the demon clan valued most was innate talent; they also called it the "foundation". A demon clan saying goes: "If the foundation is poor, eternal life is hopeless," referring to this situation.

From birth, demon beasts reveal their future peak achievements, so the demon clan also places great importance on bloodline.

Their solution is also simple, called "Reverse March to Attack Above".

Whosever bloodline is noble, kill them; whosever cultivation is high, kill them; devouring noble bloodlines to compensate oneself is not impossible.

According to the Chronicles of Eons of Cultivation, on this path only one demon has reached the highest rank—a being whose mere hearing makes demons, humans, immortals, and ghosts tremble, an unparalleled killing god.

That demon is the only one Fu Guang feels admiration for.

Humans are different; simply put, a hundred‑year life is less than reincarnating under a teacher's escort.

On one hand it allows one to exhaust one's cultivation; on the other, waiting for a lifetime with good aptitude, awakening past‑life memories, then cultivating again is also fine.

Now alone, she doesn't yet know how this round of reincarnation will go; there's no point dying again over talent, for who knows what might go wrong next time?

Making a big gamble is also because the road ahead is dark, leaving no choice but to wager—staking one's livelihood and life, myriad fortunes, on something illusory; only those whose immortal path is severed would do so.

Reincarnation can wear away the soul, making it highly possible to fall forever into the cycle, never to escape.

No need to gamble.

Fu Guang lowered the hand she used to take her own pulse; she isn't a frenzied gambler, so there's no need.

She drew from her waist an unsheathed, snow‑bright dagger; a soft "hiss" sounded, and the smell of blood mixed with a medicinal fragrance on her body drifted out.

Xiguang's eyes flickered for a moment, golden light fell on the girl's wrist, the palm wrapped around the girl's hand holding the blade, voice cold: "Fu Guang!"

"It's just drawing the blade, no need to panic."

The girl said indifferently, the pain brought her back to her senses; she is a lunatic, she never denies it.