Chapter 88: Refining Medicine

Refining Medicine

Soft, golden down floated up and down with her breath, landing on the tip of her nose, making it itchy.

Fu Guang had been awake for a while; the Sentinel's body temperature was high, and beneath its wings lay a soft, warm nest, making her feel lazy and unwilling to rise.

The soft down on her nose tip, moving with her breath, was also amusing; Fu Guang entertained herself by sometimes blowing on that tiny feather.

After leaning on the Sentinel to relax, she could be said to have soft chest muscles; hearing the strong, powerful heart, it thumped loudly in the chest cavity behind her.

Her mood was rather... happy; the vigor of life always made her unable to help feeling happy.

However, quite a bit of time had passed, and it was time to get up.

She raised her hand and stroked the smooth, soft wings; the wings trembled slightly, unfolded upward, revealing an unchanged seabed view.

Fu Guang swam out like a fish, stopped at a fairly spacious spot, nodded, and thought it was still a decent place for alchemy.

The shark person lingered nearby, all sticky and clingy; Fu Guang reached out her hand and said, 'Shark pearl.'

Lan'an's fish tail almost stopped moving; he was so happy he couldn't even cry.

The smile on the girl's face before him turned dangerous for an instant; she stared fixedly at him for a moment, then laid out the prepared medicinal ingredients beside her.

The meaning was clear; all that was missing was you.

Lan'an swayed his tail, encircling the girl, and asked gently, 'Scales, blood, shark silk—will those do?'

The shark person's voice has extremely strong allure, capable of putting those with weak will into hesitation, making them act according to his thoughts.

She narrowed her eyes, black water churning in her belly, a mischievous mood rising; Fu Guang lightly spat out a single word: 'No.'

When a shark person weeps, their tears instantly condense into pearl-like beads—that is the shark pearl.

In fact, the other items can also be useful, but the shark pearl's effect is greater, because shark pearls are very rare; aside from shedding tears when breaking their shell, shark people, barring accidents, will not cry again in their lifetime.

'Really not possible?' Lan'an's voice softened, like a boneless fish, his tone pleading, making it hard to refuse.

Fu Guang silently calculated, deciding not to give the shark person a hard time for now; her condition was fine, and she had enough time to go to the sea abyss to gather the medicinal ingredients.

Just as she was about to speak, Lan'an's face flushed red in the seabed; he moved his fingertip at a scale and handed her a pearl the size of a grain of rice.

The pearl glowed with a soft milky-white light, having a warm, gentle sheen; upon touch, the water around Fu Guang's body was instantly repelled three meters outward.

Fu Guang thought, the shark pearl probably isn't an item of special significance to shark people... right?

However, being the size of a grain of rice indicates that when Lan'an broke his shell he was very weak; tears are a manifestation of shark-person energy, so if he were to cry a shark pearl now, it would definitely be larger than this.

Fu Guang halted her thoughts, suddenly feeling that wanting to figure out how to make a shark person cry was a bit perverse.

This is a companion; this is her subordinate Sentinel, a servant, not a pet, not a toy.

Enjoying human rights—or rather, fish rights.

Fu Guang gave herself a mental wash, furtively glancing at the meditating Xiguang; she was a law-abiding citizen, not a demonic cultivator.

'Give me two scales.' Fu Guang changed her mind, returning the shark pearl to Lan'an's hand.

'You don't like it?' The similar blue eyes before her seemed to suddenly sprout two tiny flames.

The shark person's words held a hint of grievance and a touch of anger; he stared unwaveringly at the girl, awaiting her answer.

'Isn't it because you're reluctant?' Fu Guang looked at him with a smile; you've always refused to give, now you don't want it, yet you're asking her again?

Fu Guang approached Lan'an's handsome face, raised her eyebrows, and the urge to attack revived in her; she was in good condition and still harbored some playful thoughts.

Lan'an faced the girl's vivid expression and was completely stunned; apparently, the energetic girl was like this?

He turned his head with some doubt, his neck seeming to emit a series of clicks; he looked toward Xiguang, who had been waiting beside Fu Guang longer than he had.

His cold golden eyes glanced at him once; when they turned to the girl, a hint of liveliness appeared in that cold gaze.

'How is it, Xiguang looks good?' The girl's voice, laced with a smile, sounded in his ear.

His behavior just now, almost indifferent, drew no reaction; unlike the start between them, where one side hardly ever changed its oppressive conduct toward the other, Lan'an reached out and touched his own shoulder.

He inwardly gave a wry smile; truly, he had gotten off to the worst possible start.

'In my heart, you are peerless under heaven.' Lan'an lowered his head and kissed the held, delicate hand.

The next moment, Lan'an's expression unchanged, he plucked two iridescent scales from his tail and handed them to Fu Guang.

Roughly pulled out, the flesh where the scales were missing kept spurting blood without cease.

Fu Guang's fingertip glided over it; after a brief treatment, the bleeding stopped, but lacking the scales, the wound looked somewhat ferocious.

Fu Guang gazed at Lan'an's face, momentarily lost in thought.

Gurgling poison bubbled; if it were to win hearts, she should stroke his face and sigh, 'Really rough, you're all hurt.'

Then, with just the right amount of heartache, it would surely make him indulge in this fleeting tenderness, after which he would offer her some of what she needed.

She raised her hand and tapped her head; she was of the orthodox path, not a demonic cultivator.

Lately, is it because her overly active spiritual power has made her gloomy? She is clearly a good citizen; how long has it been since she last resorted to these tactics?

Interacting with people is just trouble, with ever-changing thoughts; it's better than herbs—just water them, loosen the soil, not only easy to keep alive but also useful.

Lan'an felt that the girl before him had changed her mood in a brief instant. However, having often dealt with guides on missions, he knew that guides' moods shifting quickly is normal.

'I'm going to refine medicine; you two keep watch.' Fu Guang calmed her emotions and said.

'Yes.' The Sentinel drew his weapon, and Lan'an said to Xiguang, 'I'll guard the distance.'

'Mm.' Xiguang nodded; this was the best arrangement, and he naturally had no objection.

Fu Guang's hand glowed; she closed her eyes, and under the influence of her spiritual power, everything that had once appeared before her eyes now surfaced in her mind, even more precisely.

Vast, scattered spiritual power swept past Lan'an's fish tail; he turned his head and swayed his tail once. He was pleased that the guide liked his tail's display.

Xiguang was familiar with the guide's spiritual fluctuations; the little sprite atop his head even reached out to tap the passing spiritual power, like plucking a string.

A slight itch arose at Fu Guang's head; she gathered all her scattered spiritual power back, concentrating it on the medicinal ingredients hovering around her.

Her hand began to move in an extremely mysterious way that made onlookers feel dizzy just watching.

The processed medicinal ingredients around her, following her hand, touched one another, merging and slowly condensing into a huge ball of energy.