Crowning the SSS Guide

Chapter 81 Anyway, No One Is Different

With the help of the potion, Fu Guang quickly and perfectly used his mental power to peel off the essence of the herbs from their branches and leaves bit by bit.

A fresh purple medicinal herb that was as long as an arm suddenly lost its moisture and became a little wilted.

Fu Guang took out a few more equally withered herbs, rolled them into a black pill in his hand, put it into his mouth, chewed it expressionlessly, and swallowed it.

Although they have lost their medicinal value, they can still satisfy hunger.

This was Fu Guang's habit when he was weak. When he was weak, everything seemed expensive to him, let alone alchemy, which was known for burning money.

Although the sect provides a supply of medicinal materials for disciples who refine medicine, the disciples are still required to hand them in on time, and they can only save a little from the gaps between their fingernails.

What if this medicine fails? Haha.

The medicinal herbs were not cheap, and with the disciples' share at that time, there was not much left after buying them.

Before Fu Guang started fasting, he was very hungry after immersing himself in refining medicine. Looking at the processed herbs, he thought it was worthwhile to try them, and they actually tasted quite good.

After that, there was no trace of medicinal materials. The disciples in the sect always thought that Fu Guang was too wasteful in refining medicine and couldn't even save the dregs.

When Fu Guang thought about the past, he remembered that he had cultivated a physique that was immune to all attacks. However, his eighteen-year-old self, in terms of physique, could beat his current self with a hammer.

It is unknown when the blue gum will come up from the cold spring.

The effect of the medicine gradually wore off, and sleepiness came over me again.

Fu Guang took out a piece of deep red animal meat with a bloody smell from the space.

A line of blood floated up from the fresh animal meat in the water. Fu Guang squatted down, pressed it with his fingertips, and sent it into the cold spring.

But in just a moment, when he picked it up again, the fresh meat was covered with red ice crystals, and
Fu Guang licked his fingers and crushed the transparent crystals that were almost black and thick with salt.

Xiguang was behind her, frowning, somewhat unhappy with the guide's actions.

She seemed to remember their existence only when she was doing something strenuous.

However, as a sentinel, you should clear away all obstacles and overcome all difficulties for your guide. How can you expect the guide to do everything for you?

However, Xiguang still didn't say anything.

Obeying the guide's orders is also one of the sentinels' code of conduct.

The deep seabed is pitch black except for the luminous creatures. It almost always looks the same, and there is no way to judge the passage of time.

Fu Guang could only count silently in his mind to judge the passage of time.

Hopefully, there won't be any creature nearby that will alter her perception and cause her to miscount.

Fu Guang touched the silver ring on his little finger and thought, then took out the warm, glowing elf from his arms.

If the elf didn't have a soothing effect, she wouldn't have been able to hold on for so long. She placed her head on the elf's shoulder, closed her eyes and rested for a while.

The white ring on the elf's head lit up in the dim seabed like a lamp. It was an angel's innate skill, soothing the girl's tense spirit and her physical strength that was almost at its limit.

The girl's face was pale, her lips were pale, and there was a shadow under her eyes. Her squatting figure was a little shaky.

Xiguang stood aside seemingly nonchalantly, spreading one wing and releasing the defense on the wing so that the spread wing could support the weak girl.

The outside of the wings felt cold, like the blade of the longsword in Xiguang's hand. Fuguang had time to pull his hand out and tap the wings in front of him. Xiguang looked down. The girl was very curious. She had had time to examine his feathers during the battle, but this seemed to contradict Fuguang's cautious behavior.

Fu Guang thought for a moment, and found that the feel of the feathers, which looked like metal, was actually quite soft, unlike what he had expected.

The numbers in my mind kept jumping. After an incense stick of time had passed, I still didn't know how long it would take for the blue eucalyptus to grow.

Before she could make the medicine, she needed at least an incense stick of time to recover her energy.

The level of the transmutation medicine itself is not low, but with her current strength, it is difficult to refine a finished product. It is hard to say what the finished product will look like and what its medicinal effects will be.

But at least it can be guaranteed to have half the efficacy of the finished product.

There are so many things to do. After refining the medicine, I still have to go to the sea pit, and there is a lingering danger, and I don’t know when it will appear.

The girl's breathing was shallow, as if she had fallen asleep. Her breath fell on the elf's feathers, making Xiguang's shoulders feel a little itchy.

In fact, the physical fitness displayed by Fu Guang is far beyond that of a B-level guide.

He once received a mission to escort a low-level guide, and low-level guides easily felt tired.

Because guides have active mental powers, they can easily obtain information from their surroundings. Low-level guides cannot block information, and the information they obtain is too complex, which will only waste the guides' energy in vain and make them feel tired very quickly.

It's like passing by a tree where a bird is chirping.

As they walked further, the guide could perfectly recreate what the trees looked like, the postures of the birds, and the sounds their calls made as they walked by.

Even when asked half a month later, it was still the same.

Newly differentiated young guides will have trouble sleeping for a period of time ranging from three months to two to three years.

Because there are so many things in my mind, my mind is constantly analyzing them, which makes my brain more and more alert. Although I am very tired, I just can't fall asleep.

This also leads to the fact that all senior guides are detectives. If you want to hide something from the senior guides, except that they don’t care at all, or pretend not to see it, there is nothing that can be concealed from their spiritual bodies.

The spirit is more intuitive than the master. The master may not see it due to experience or convention, but the spirit sees everything.

I don’t know, has Fu Guang’s egg hatched?
It is actually quite strange that the spirit body of a B-level guide is actually an egg that has not yet hatched.

Throughout the history of guides and sentinels until now, no one's spiritual experience has been like an egg.

In fact, there are many peculiarities in Fu Guang. If you look closely, he hardly looks like a federal citizen born in an orphanage.

But at this moment, he was Fuguang's guardian sentinel, not the CEO of the Federation.

Moreover, the Federation also has laws.

Taking guidance as the first principle of action is what a sentinel should do.

What's wrong with being different? Who is the same? No one in this world is different anyway.

Xiguang's wings moved, gently moving behind her and tucking the girl inside. The elf also spread its wings, covering Fuguang's eyes, allowing her to sleep peacefully for a while.

For a moment, the area near the cold spring was calm, with a murmur of undercurrent nearby, seaweed swaying and pushing away the water, and in the distance there were long whale calls, like ancient music, playing alone in the belly of the sea.

(End of this chapter)