Crowning the SSS Guide

Chapter 6 S-Class Guide Qingfeng

"Dear passengers, this voyage has arrived at the federal capital planet. Please leave in an orderly manner."

Fu Guang opened her eyes after a while, with a dark blue color hanging in her eyes. She left the comfortable bed, got dressed, opened the door and met the female sentry opposite who was carrying luggage.

After a brief greeting, the two went their separate ways.

Fu Guang yawned. It seemed that it was time for the Union University to start school.

The internal structures of the starships are similar, and they all look like houses carved out of a template. Fu Guang followed the indicator light and moved forward.

After exiting the cabin, there is a transparent plank road under the high track that looks like a glass building, with various hovercrafts flying underneath to transport passengers.

Looking from a distance, the White Pagoda stands out tall and unique, as if it were built of pure white and translucent jade.

"Are you going to the White Tower too?"

A man walked slowly to Fu Guang's side. He was only half a head taller than her. Fu Guang only needed to raise her head slightly to see the face of the person who was speaking.

The man with blue hair and blue eyes smiled gently, his eyebrows and eyes were also gentle, and he looked comfortable as if basking in the spring breeze.

To be honest, Fu Guang finally felt that it was great that she didn't have to look up at people. Her neck was finally saved.

"Yes." The man in front of her didn't seem to have any ill intentions, so she replied with a curl of her lips.

"Why don't we go together?" he invited.

Before Fu Guang could refuse, a special hovercraft crossed the docking limit and stopped beside her.

"It's the White Tower's special car. Could it be a guide?"

"Wow, look at that man and woman over there, are they both guides?"

"That man looks familiar, he seems to be Lord Qingfeng." His voice was high-pitched.

The person next to him asked in confusion, "S-level guide? How is that possible?"

"I remember that S-level guides have their own car. Look at the red maple leaf on the car. That's Lord Qingfeng." The passerby patted the arm of the person next to him.

The hover car automatically opened its doors, revealing the furry seats.

Qing Feng kept smiling, nodded to the people taking pictures around him, and extended his hand to Fu Guang in a gentlemanly manner, "Please."

Since it was on the way, Fu Guang didn't refuse and got into the car.

She observed the gentleman-like man curiously. Everyone she had met before had been like dynamite, their aggressiveness strong enough to spark a fight at the slightest disagreement. It had been a long time since she had seen such a peaceful and normal person.

It's really rare.

Should I say he is worthy of being an S-class guide?

"It's still some distance from here to the White Pagoda, probably about three hours." As he said this, he took out hot water from the space inside the car and poured two cups of tea with smooth movements.

"The interior of the car is simple. Have a cup of tea and take a short rest." A square table rose between the two of them, and a bony hand pushed the cup over.

The tea in the cup did not move at all, which was enough to show the opponent's control over the surface force and the stability of the hover car.

White clouds floated outside the car window. Fu Guang thanked him and took it in his hand.

The cup felt warm to the touch, and the faint aroma of tea rose. The light fragrance came into her mouth, and the tea rolled down her throat, relieving all her fatigue, and the broken edges in her mental picture were repaired a little.

After her trip to the Dark Forest, Fu Guang's mental picture finally stabilized and was no longer shaky. His task now was to repair the cracks in the mental picture and restore it completely.

Judging from the current speed, it will take a long time for the egg to hatch.

Fu Guang looked into those cyan eyes and said, "Thank you, Master Qingfeng."

Qingfeng had clearly noticed her distress, and items needed to repair her spiritual energy were worth a fortune. Fuguang had searched, and even the cheapest, the ubiquitous Wako grass in the Dark Forest, sold for thirty thousand. When she first arrived, Fuguang had only fifty thousand in her pocket, the guide allowance from the White Pagoda.

At that time, this weak body was on the verge of death at any time. She spent more than 45,000 star coins to buy medicinal herbs to nourish her body so that she would not become a weakling who could only gasp for breath after every three steps.

"Good girl." Qing Feng replied, looking at her with a kind gaze just like the way the old immortal from the sect looked at her, exactly the same. Fu Guang shuddered.

Fu Guang tried to cover up his confusion by drinking tea, perhaps because the environment was too comfortable, and muttered, "May I ask, Master Qingfeng, how old are you this year?"

She originally thought that the interstellar people didn't understand what she was saying, so she just laughed it off and quickly passed by.

Unexpectedly, the interstellar man Qing Feng understood. With a smile in his eyes, he replied mischievously, "The old man is one hundred and twenty-seven years old this year."

"It was Fu Guang who was rude. Master Qingfeng is still very young."

Fu Guang quickly searched for interstellar common sense in his mind and finally found relevant knowledge in a corner.

For those at D level and below, the normal age is 0 to 200 years old. Each level up adds a hundred years. For those at S level, it is a thousand years old. As for anything above that, it is not common sense.

"A good rest is good for the recovery of your mental strength. I'll call you when we get there." Qing Feng saw that Fu Guang was a little tired. The young guide had traveled a long distance to come here because of the White Pagoda, so as an elder, he had to take care of him.

"Go to sleep."

The backrest of the chair was reclined, and accompanied by a gentle voice, Fu Guang fell into the fluffy blanket, and his eyelids closed involuntarily.

It seemed like a mental suggestion. There should be no danger. Even if there was danger, it would not be easy for an S-level wizard to deal with her. Why bother?

The sound of the blonde girl's steady breathing was heard, and Qingfeng, who was flipping through the paper book in his hand, put the book down and closed his eyes to rest.

A small green bird appeared on his shoulder. It chirped clear and melodiously, and flapped its wings and flew to the girl's shoulder.

The bird tapped the girl's cheek with its beak, as if it was smelling her scent.

"Chirp" it called happily and flew around the girl again and again.

Feathers shrouded in green light floated down from the bird and slowly merged into the girl's body.

The mental image was covered with a layer of green light. Fu Guang, who was sleeping, felt that the pain in his head disappeared instantly, his frown relaxed, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp." The blue bird noticed the smiling face of the girl and happily composed a tune and sang it.

"Okay, be quiet." Qingfeng conveyed his wishes to the spiritual body.

The spiritual body is the manifestation of the master. Qingfeng can remain quiet because of his reason, but the bird will not restrain its behavior because of human etiquette.

It felt very happy to have rescued the girl and started to chirp.

"Chirp." But the voice was still much lower.

When unrestrained, spirits are often bolder than their masters.

It flew to the top of the girl's furry head, and just as it was about to lie down, Qingfeng instantly took it back from his mental image.

"Bluebird, do not be rude."

An extra-large semicircular bird's nest was built on a tall and lush tree. The entire nest was made of fresh branches, leaves and flowers. The huge bluebird flapped its wings angrily and chirped.

Qing Feng held his forehead and looked at Fu Guang with his blue eyes. Does he like her very much?
The gameplay of a guide is all about mental power, and S-level guides are the best among them and are often more perceptive.

"Chirp." The bluebird landed on a branch and responded to his words.

"What did you find?"

(End of this chapter)