The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 43

Night had deepened.

Under the cold brilliance of the artificial star, the metallic base of the Seventh Star Domain loomed like a silent iron beast.

Inside the marshal’s private quarters, Ning Ning was completely trapped in a nightmare.

He dreamed he was locked inside a transparent shell, outside of which stretched the endless darkness of space. Countless icy, malicious mental tendrils reached out from all directions, hammering madly against the shell. The dense, incessant pounding made his scalp prickle with terror.

They wanted to drag him into the abyss.

【Help… it’s so cold… don’t come closer… System, are you offline again?!】

His delicate brows furrowed tight in pain, fine beads of sweat forming along his pale forehead. Strands of silvery curls, dampened by sweat, clung to his milk-white cheeks, so fragile it made one’s heart ache.

Standing vigil at his bedside, Xiao Lin instantly sensed his unease. He reached out, rough fingertips wiping the sweat gently from Ning Ning’s temple, though the boy’s trembling body refused to calm.

“Ning Ning, don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

The marshal leaned down, warm breath brushing past Ning Ning’s ear. He attempted to release a thread of his mental power to soothe him, but the moment that heavy, rock-solid force drew near, Ning Ning’s brows knitted even tighter.

“Marshal, your mental power is too domineering—it’ll only agitate him.”

A clear, smooth voice drifted from the doorway.

Gu Qingfeng had already arrived at some point, carrying a cup of fragrant calming flower tea as he entered with elegant composure.

He set the cup on the bedside table, gaze lingering on Ning Ning’s tormented sleeping face, voice softened to the gentlest tone, as though he feared disturbing a butterfly’s dream.

“What he needs right now is delicate guidance, not harsh suppression. Allow me to try.”

Xiao Lin did not turn, but the tightening of his jawline said everything.

This smiling fox always knew how to appear the most considerate—while cutting straight to the heart.

Gu Qingfeng ignored the marshal’s cold expression and seated himself on the opposite side of the bed.

Instead of releasing his mental power immediately, he carefully picked up Ning Ning’s hand. The small, pale hand lay fragile in his broad palm.

Lowering his head as though performing a sacred ritual, his thin lips brushed against the back of Ning Ning’s icy hand.

It was a restrained, reverent kiss—devoid of desire, carrying only endless comfort and tender pity.

Then, like a trickling stream, refined and gentle guiding power slowly seeped into Ning Ning’s chaotic spiritual sea through this point of contact.

Before their eyes, Ning Ning’s furrowed brow visibly eased.

The sight stabbed into Xiao Lin’s chest.

His golden eyes constricted sharply.

He didn’t voice objection, but neither could he endure this fox’s intimate gesture performed on his own territory, upon his own person.

In the next instant, Xiao Lin leaned down as well—choosing a far more primal, possessive method of “soothing.”

He extended his tongue, tenderly licking away a tear of pain that had slipped unconsciously from the corner of Ning Ning’s eye.

The salty taste exploded across his mouth, mingling with Ning Ning’s unique clean sweetness.

This was a gesture laden with raw, beastlike marking instinct—like a giant wolf pacifying its most treasured cub, forbidding any other to come near.

His lips brushed lightly over the reddened corner of Ning Ning’s eye, then traced across sweat-damp silken silver strands, imprinting his domineering, overwhelming scent inch by inch onto the boy’s fragile skin.

One was declaring sovereignty with the utmost elegance.

The other expressed guardianship through feral instinct.

In this silent contest, two powerful S-class mental forces clashed and tugged violently at the edges of Ning Ning’s spiritual sea—until, at last, they struck the most fragile balance point.

A sharp crack!

A sound only perceptible on the mental plane—like delicate glass shattering.

Bzzzzz—

A vast, indescribable power surged outward from Ning Ning’s core, spreading like a galaxy.

It carried no aggression—only the majesty and compassion of a god. In an instant, it pierced the reinforced alloy walls of the quarters, sweeping unstoppably through the entire colossal military base!

In the medical wing, sentinels writhing from mental sea instability abruptly fell quiet. Their mania melted away, replaced by serene peace as pure as divinity. Like children, they unconsciously turned toward the source, faces softened with reverent longing.

The command center, training fields, mecha hangars—every sentinel on base, regardless of duty, felt ultimate solace, as though returning to a mother’s womb.

“Alert! Alert! Unknown hyper-level mental force detected! Repeat! Unknown source detected!”

“Energy readings—my god! The level is rising exponentially! It has surpassed SSS! Establishing forced link with all sentinels on base!”

Alarms blared as the entire base descended into chaos.

Inside the quarters, Xiao Lin and Gu Qingfeng’s faces changed at once.

They severed their mental links with Ning Ning immediately—but it was too late.

Bang!

The door burst open. Dr. Huo Ze rushed in, white coat flaring, his face darker than ever.

“The seal has completely shattered!”

He strode forward, words firing like a machine gun:

“You idiots! Didn’t I warn you?! His mental sea is a powder keg—and you lit the fuse right beside him!”

Pushing up his glasses, his gaze sharpened like blades.

“He’s broadcasting his power indiscriminately! At this rate, every sentinel here will swarm him like sharks scenting blood, instinctively demanding his energy! He’ll become their sacrifice, drained dry!”

Xiao Lin looked at the sleeping boy, whose complexion paled visibly with each passing moment. His heart clenched as if gripped by an invisible fist, leaving him breathless from the pain.

He made his decision instantly, voice blood-tinged and absolute.

“Prepare emergency evacuation protocol—highest priority! Huo Ze, your ship. We’re leaving. Now.”

The secret smuggling craft Huo Ze provided slipped silently into the depths of space, masked as a mundane cargo freighter.

Inside its cramped rest cabin, Ning Ning lay curled on a gray synthetic-leather sofa, half-conscious after the shattering of his seal.

His body’s defenses were nearly collapsed, sensitivity to external temperature heightened unbearably. Though the cabin maintained constant warmth, he still felt chilled, as if submerged in an autumn ice lake, instinctively curling tighter, pitiful and helpless.

Xiao Lin stood beside the sofa, posture rigid and tall, gazing silently down at him.

In those golden wolf eyes churned suppressed anguish, dread, and a violence that threatened to consume everything.

“Mm…”

A faint whimper slipped from Ning Ning’s lips, his body curling further inward, his lips tinted bluish from cold.

That sound pierced Xiao Lin’s restraint like a needle.

He could no longer endure.

Rip!

With deft fingers, he undid the buttons of his uniform jacket. The stern black garment, adorned with golden insignia at the shoulders and collar, gleamed under the lights with chilling authority.

Shedding it, he bent low, draping the coat gently over Ning Ning—his movements infinitely careful, as if afraid of breaking something priceless.

The oversized uniform swallowed Ning Ning whole, leaving only a tuft of fluffy silver hair peeking out.

The fabric radiated Xiao Lin’s lingering heat, saturated with the potent, aggressive alpha scent of the Empire’s strongest sentinel—an invasive, woody musk.

That scent forcefully drove away the surrounding chill, creating a sealed, absolute sanctuary that cocooned Ning Ning completely.

It was not merely warmth. It was an unspoken mark, a declaration.

“How thoughtful of the Marshal.”

The smooth voice resonated in the small cabin.

Gu Qingfeng leaned casually against the cold metal wall, composed and elegant even in flight. His gaze rested on the boy bundled in the marshal’s coat, lips curved in a smile—yet his words dripped like poisoned needles.

“Only… Ning Ning is weak now, feverish. Can he withstand the domineering aura of your Alpha scent? If it worsens his condition, wouldn’t that be unfortunate?”

He paused, meaning heavy in his tone:

“Unlike the gentle nourishment of a guide’s power.”

Xiao Lin slowly straightened, not sparing him a glance, though his golden eyes flashed with icy killing intent.

His fingertips brushed Ning Ning’s fevered cheek, feeling the abnormal heat. His voice dropped low, both answer and warning:

“He’ll grow used to it.”

Used to my warmth.
Used to my scent.
Used to everything about me.

Only to me.

Gu Qingfeng’s smile deepened. From his space clasp, he retrieved a small, exquisite porcelain vial, approaching with unhurried grace.

“Since the Marshal insists, I’ll say no more. However, I happen to have Dr. Huo Ze’s custom-made guide suppressant. It can ease his fever, help him rest comfortably.”

As he reached to take Ning Ning’s wrist—

“Not necessary.”

Xiao Lin’s hand shot out, lightning-fast, clamping Gu Qingfeng’s wrist with crushing force, bones nearly cracking beneath his grip.

“Don’t touch him.”

Inside the narrow cabin, two of the Empire’s most formidable men faced off across the slumbering boy.

One burned with fire.
One hid fathoms of water.

Their scents clashed, filling the air with suffocating tension, raising the temperature of the room by several degrees.

They both knew—this escape was only the beginning.

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