Chapter 99: If you're capable, come catch me

If you're capable, come catch me.

The medicine dissipates upon entry; within half a moment, the fair, smooth skin turns scalding red, with blood threads drifting from the surface—up close or afar, it looks like a boiled fish.

Fu Guang reached out, tentatively exhaling a warm breath onto her hand; it was still not hot compared to her skin temperature.

Her scorching five viscera and six bowels felt as if a fire had been lit inside; at this moment, her body was like a lit alchemy furnace.

Upon thinking of the alchemy furnace, Fu Guang conceived a bold idea: what if she used her own body to refine medicine?

She knew her body best; her fingertips trembled with excitement, and the thought spread like weeds, growing wildly.

This was undoubtedly a bold idea; when refining low-grade medicines, the best equipment is a furnace one level higher, reducing explosion damage to a minimum.

Yet using the human body as an alchemy furnace, after training the body has few impurities and its stored energy is uniform.

But medicinal herbs contain many impurities and uneven energy, which could easily gather into energy clumps inside her, blowing her apart.

However, Fu Guang quickly reviewed all the techniques she had seen in her mind; she recalled once being intrigued by a fragmentary cultivation method called the Pharmacist Sutra.

At that time, she had achieved minor success in her cultivation, but this method was still incomplete, and she could not break through to re-cultivate it.

This method requires building the body with myriad medicines; all the concocted drugs will then function perfectly within her body.

The downside is becoming a walking great tonic pill, but the benefit is that no matter how severe the injury, she will not die; even at great accomplishment, a drop of blood can revive her and restore life to all things.

What moved Fu Guang was that a body cultivated with the Pharmacist Sutra can hold all medicinal ingredients, making it the ideal medicinal person for an apothecary.

Which apothecary wouldn't want a medicinal person who is strong, immortal, and non-rebellious?

"After I go out, I'll pick a willing person for you; you don't need to do this, okay?" Fu Guang stared blankly, lifting her head; the silver-haired sentinel's golden lashes twitched, a golden feather fell into her hand and then vanished instantly.

"Just a casual thought, no need." Within half a moment, Fu Guang dismissed the idea.

The golden fish-tail scales flickered slightly; Fu Guang indicated she was just thinking—if she wanted to do it, she would have already done so.

Nevertheless, she glanced at Xi Guang as if hiding something—why did she suddenly feel guilty?

Never mind, saving lives is urgent.

Fu Guang still did her best to remove the herbs' impurities, then clumped them together and swallowed them straight down under the gaze of the two sentinels, whose eyes were about to burst.

"Spit it out." Lan Jing gripped the girl's arm with her palm, looking at her, voice somewhat panicked.

Xi Guang gently placed the hand that had somehow taken off its white glove onto her stomach skin.

Huh? Xi Guang actually took off the glove? Fu Guang recalled the few times she had seen Xi Guang—this person always appeared fully clothed, revealing only the nose and above.

She had thought Xi Guang must observe some purity rules, not exposing skin to others.

"This isn't the time to joke." Lan Jing wanted to laugh but pressed down the corners of her mouth, looking at the girl who didn't take things seriously yet still had a mind to joke, feeling a sense of powerlessness.

Fu Guang used each hand to press down on the two hands reaching to induce vomiting.

In a brief moment, as the medicine's potency diluted in her body, her ruddy complexion faded a shade; she lounged lazily in the arc of the bubble zone, her tail twitching, "Rest assured, I won't gamble with my own life."

The ruddy girl, even if no longer pleasing to human aesthetics, still exuded endless charm that attracted people; yet her words were like a sugar-coated lie.

The two pairs of eyes before her showed no change; it was clear they did not believe her words.

In a normal battle, they would believe Fu Guang would not lightly sacrifice her life, but if it involved alchemy, they were uncertain.

Researchers always have an inexplicable mania; perhaps that's why they're called geniuses—for their goals they can abandon everything, even the lives they usually cherish.

Fu Guang's thoughts caught their ideas, and she suddenly recalled why she had died; the smile on her lips froze—had she guessed right?

Fu Guang's eyes rolled round as she looked at the two sentinels who shared her mental landscape.

Sentinels cannot hide anything before guides; likewise, guides who open their mental landscapes cannot conceal their own thoughts.

Fu Guang knew she should now stay calm and calm-minded, best not to have any thoughts at all—but why must she constantly suppress herself?

She has memories of a past life—so what? Can you still arrest me and throw me in jail?

Fu Guang's head seemed to sprout two demonic horns, whispering lowly in the sentinel's ear.

Catch me and throw me in jail, catch me and throw me in jail.

Lan Jing...... this was another side of him he had never noticed, willful and reckless.

Xi Guang instinctively felt these words were directed at him; his golden ear feathers twitched, he followed instinct, dropped to one knee, and placed the girl's gleaming golden fish-tail onto his leg.

Her pale gold eyes stared boldly, as if teasing him for fun.

At this moment, Lan Jing did not want to know what the other sentinel was thinking; his face darkened, and he pressed his hand onto Xi Guang's shoulder without good intent.

The girl, originally lounging, threw him a look of refusal; Lan Jing could only suppress his own urge to toss the sentinel away.

The processed herbs kept "fighting" inside Fu Guang's belly; she opened her lips to spit out one small bubble after another, and a medicinal fragrance spread from her body.

This is the outlet of the Haiyuan Abyss, a spot with the fewest deep-sea creatures; a transparent barrier isolates it from Yummengze.

So there's no need to worry about strange beasts.

Fu Guang flicked her tail and coldly slapped it against Xi Guang's jade-white faceguard; her five viscera and six bowels ached, and even when stimulating her potential it hurt.

Skin, flesh, and bones could not withstand the different pressure; they creaked like a broken machine, wanting to turn the gears hard but lacking strength despite willingness.

The ingested herbs, just before the "machine" was about to break, were dabbed with a bit of oil, preventing it from becoming total scrap, irreparable junk.

Pain and itch coexisted; keeping consciousness here was torture, so Fu Guang had to find something to distract herself.

Investigating what Xi Guang would do next also laid a good foundation for how to handle things later; she didn't want to go out only to face her own warrant.

The girl was like a dried-up fish, helplessly blowing bubbles; her fish-tail flapped pleadingly for his help.

From Xi Guang's perspective, as for the girl's thoughts, he lifted a corner of the faceguard, lowered his head, and kissed the girl before him, her silver hair shielding her cheek.

Wrong, all wrong.