Crowning the SSS Guide

Chapter 78: Counterattack
The silver-haired man was tall and slender, holding a sword in one hand, the shiny blade was extremely sharp, and in the other hand he was holding a piece of tender white fish meat that was half his height and had been cleaned.

"Master guide." He walked to Fu Guang's side, holding the fish. He was not too far away, and he could faintly smell the faint smell of blood from his body.

"Thank you for your hard work." Fu Guang floated down from Lan'an's arm. "You can go find food by yourself." She said to Lan'an, and the red silk thread in her hand fell off and went towards the blue flower on the mermaid's chest.

Three red lines originating from his heart spread out over his left shoulder and converged into a blood-red flower at the back of his heart.

The red lines on the mermaid's cold white chest skin looked like bright red scars, as if someone had hit it with a rattan stick.

It breaks the overall hard atmosphere of the tall sentinel, appearing enchanting and weird. After looking at it for a long time, one can actually see some charming meaning in it.

Lan Euan stroked his left shoulder with his right hand, his long sharp nails hanging down his back, and the red line fit perfectly with his skin, as if it was natural.

He lifted his red lips, smiled, and said in a gentle voice, "Thank you for the reward, sir."

Fu Guang's eyelids twitched, and he thought to himself, is this guy really that stupid?

She let it go, no matter whether his brain was really working or not. It made no difference, she didn't care about him.

The mermaid floated away along the current, and the mermaid gauze on her tail spread out like a wisp of light cloud, elegant and agile.

Fu Guang took out a small space isolator, a cylindrical device, which made a humming sound and pushed away the water flow around it, forming a waterless space for a while.

Space-related equipment is very expensive, and a "safe house" that can be carried with you is far more expensive than a space expander that stays in a fixed location.

The price of this 20-square-meter space is almost as high as the "cave paradise" that was given to her in the college.

Once a "cave heaven" is established, it can no longer be moved, and it actually consumes a lot of resources to maintain the space.

However, the ownership of the "Cave Heaven" belongs to Fu Guang, and once it is established, it is immovable, so that every chief sentinel thereafter will enjoy this cave heaven.

The college reduced the resources needed for supporting light by half and used energy from public channels.

However, the price that each Chief Sentinel would pay the academy for his or her residence would probably increase.

Chief Sentinel Ting Zhu learned about Fu Guang's January bill and said that if he lived there, he would shut down all the energy pipelines.

Of course, every sentinel living in the villa will pay points to Fu Guang to buy his own right to live there.

Except for sparse tung trees, flowing clouds, and morning light.

All in all, the sentinels used the most energy when exercising.

At this moment, Fu Guang was taking two B-level energy blocks and stuffing them into the space device.

The tender white fish meat was placed on the table. Fu Guang took a small knife as thin as a cicada's wing and cut through the tender fish meat one by one.

He placed the dish on an exquisite plate, poured a special sauce on it, and gave one to Xiguang.

She opened the map of Yunmengze, sat down slowly and started eating.

She hadn't eaten for who knows how many days, and her stomach was empty. Coupled with the long-term mental activities, her energy was consumed quickly, making her feel as if she was being pressed against her back.

Fu Guang took a look at the map he had just bought. At first glance, he thought it was sold by some unscrupulous businessman. It looked like a ghost painting. Although it had three layers of atmosphere on the projection, it was made up of a series of twisted and wavy lines overlapping each other.

Looking around at this time, I felt that the person who drew the picture was a genius.

Dangerous places above S level will have the ability to affect people's perception. After you go out, you will remember the scene here in your mind and can tell others as much as possible about the dangerous places you know.

However, it is impossible to recreate the scene of this dangerous place for those who have been to this S-level dangerous place with any words or images.

As a result, the map is like a ghostly scribble, with only a few strokes. It cannot form words or depict scenes. The map can be said to be extremely abstract.

But the most magical thing is that under the shop selling S-level dangerous area maps, there is a sentence in the comments that says: When exiting the dangerous area, I actually feel that this map is a real one-to-one restoration.

Fu Guang moved the projection up and down, left and right, and it looked different in terms of distance, height and depth. No matter how you looked at it, it looked like the sea, but you couldn't tell which part of the sea it was.

There is a very sunken area, which is easy to identify.

Fu Guang turned off the three-layer projection. In the past, to determine the direction at sea, he relied on the star map in the sky and looked at the position of the Big Dipper.

Now I can’t see anything at the bottom of the sea, it’s just like a blind man groping in the dark.

Hopefully the blue gum will be of some use.

The blonde girl lazily picked up a piece of fish with a silver fork and put it into her mouth.

Maybe because she was far away from danger, the girl no longer looked like she did before, with a murderous look all over her body. She looked like an ordinary guide girl.

Fu Guang was a little tired. Lan Euan and that person had consumed most of her energy.

This body is born with deficiencies and a poor foundation. It is inherently weak, and its energy lags far behind that of people of the same age and level.

She tried her best to make up for the deficiencies in her body, but it had been too long, and without natural resources, it was difficult to fundamentally improve her physical condition.

All she can do is to ensure that her physical condition does not hinder her as her mental strength grows.

In previous lives, the demon race placed the greatest emphasis on innate qualities, also known as "genjiao." The demon proverb, "Without a good genjiao, there is no hope of immortality," describes this situation.

From the day a demon beast is born, one can tell what its ultimate achievement will be in the future, so the demon race is also the race that values bloodline the most.

Their solution is also very simple, it is called retrograde attack.

Whoever has noble bloodline will be killed, whoever has high cultivation level will be killed, and it is not a bad idea to devour noble bloodline to replenish oneself.

In the records of billions of years of cultivation, there is only one demon who has achieved the highest level through this path. He is a peerless killing god whose name will tremble in the hearts of demons, humans, immortals, and ghosts.

That demon was the only one that Fu Guang admired.

The human race cannot do this. Simply put, it is better to reincarnate under the escort of a teacher than to live for a hundred years.

On the one hand, it is a good opportunity to improve your cultivation. On the other hand, it is also a good idea to wait until you have good talent in your next life, awaken your memories of your previous life, and continue to practice.

Now she is alone and she doesn't know what the path of reincarnation will be like. There is no need to die again because of her talent. Who knows what will go wrong next time?
A gamble is made because the future is bleak and one has no choice but to take it. Risking one's life and fortune, even the chance of eternity, on a vain and illusory event is something only those whose path to immortality is cut short would do.

Reincarnation will erase the soul and there is a high possibility that one will be trapped in reincarnation forever and there will be no way out.

No need to gamble.

Fu Guang put down her hand that was taking her pulse. She was not an avid gambler, so there was no need for that.

She pulled out the sharp, unsharpened dagger from her waist. With a slight "swish" sound, the smell of blood mixed with the fragrance of medicine on her body spread out.

Xiguang's eyes flickered for a moment, and a golden light fell on the girl's wrist. His palm wrapped around the girl's blade-holding hand, and his voice was cold. "Fuguang!"

"It's just a sharp blade, no need to panic."

The girl said nonchalantly, the pain bringing her back to her senses. She was a lunatic, and she never denied it.

(End of this chapter)