The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 66

The bedroom was cold as ice, the air heavy and hard.

Several members of the royal medical team, dressed in white coats, moved lightly yet efficiently. Centered around the bed, they quickly set up an array of precise mental monitoring instruments.

The soft beeping and their silent movements formed an invisible wall, politely yet decisively isolating the true owner of the room—Xiao Lin—from the scene.

Xiao Lin stood a few steps away from the bed.

He didn’t move, like a stone statue about to crack.

Every muscle in his body was tense, and his dark-golden eyes were fixed on the bed.

Fixed on the boy whom Gu Qingfeng was gently touching.

Gu Qingfeng sat by the bedside, calm as if this were his own territory. He didn’t glance at the almost-burning gaze directed at him but focused entirely on Ning Ning.

“It’s time to begin.”

His soft voice seemed directed at Ning Ning, but it also declared his claim to Xiao Lin.

He extended his hand, his long fingertips lightly brushing Ning Ning’s solar plexus.

A warm, pure mental energy, like polished jade, flowed in, carrying an irresistible calming power that penetrated the chaotic sea of Ning Ning’s mind.

The next moment, an elegant, pure-white nine-tailed fox spirit silently appeared by the bed.

Its nine tails, flowing like moonlight, gently encircled the trembling Moon Rabbit at the center, trembling from its master’s unease.

Not to confine it.

But to protect it.

Not to consume it.

But to soothe it.

The Moon Rabbit’s ears, which had been raised in fear, slowly drooped. Its tense little body gradually relaxed and even tentatively rubbed its nose against one of the fluffy tails.

Then, it curled up contentedly and fell into a deep sleep.

Almost simultaneously, Ning Ning on the bed finally began to smooth out his furrowed brow.

A faint tinge of color returned to his pale face.

“Mm…”

A soft, nasal hum of comfort escaped his throat unconsciously.

That single sound stabbed like a red-hot needle straight into Xiao Lin’s heart.

He could only watch.

Helplessly watch.

Watch as Gu Qingfeng used his mental energy to wrap and protect Ning Ning’s most fragile, most defenseless mind.

Watch Ning Ning display comfort and dependence under the touch of the man he hated most.

Jealousy.

Mad jealousy blazed through him, from heart to throat, scorching and suffocating.

He was the one who had brought Ning Ning back.

He was the one who had stayed with him all night.

Yet now, he could only stand there like a useless shadow, watching his treasure “healed” by another.

This sense of uselessness was even worse than being pierced in battle.

The head of the medical team, seemingly sensing the terrifying aura emanating from him, stepped forward cautiously and whispered:

“Marshal… your aura… might interfere with the treatment. For Lord Moon God’s health, please… step back a little.”

Xiao Lin’s gaze slowly moved from Ning Ning to the team leader.

The eyes that landed on him were icy and violent, inhuman—like a beast cornered and ready to bite through everything.

The leader turned pale instantly, cold sweat dripping, his legs trembling as if he might collapse.

“Xiao Lin…”

Gu Qingfeng’s voice rang out at just the right moment—still gentle, yet carrying an undeniable authority.

“Don’t scare them.”

He smiled, his gaze resting on the sleeping Ning Ning, implying more.

“And don’t scare… him.”

Crack—

Xiao Lin’s fists clenched at his sides until his knuckles cracked. His nails dug deep into his palms, drawing blood, though he felt no pain.

In the end, he remained silent.

Rigid, step by step, he retreated into the corner of the room shrouded in shadow.

The light couldn’t reach him, swallowing his tall figure whole, making him look like an irrelevant shadow.

The treatment continued in this strange, eerie silence.

Gu Qingfeng’s movements were professional, like a master restoring a priceless artifact. His mental energy delicately combed through the damaged pathways in Ning Ning’s mind, smoothing out chaotic energy and restoring peace.

The glaring red alerts on the monitoring instruments slowly turned green, signaling stability.

The medical team exhaled in relief, showing expressions of respect and ease.

As the treatment neared its end, Gu Qingfeng lowered his eyelids, his long lashes hiding a fleeting, deep possessiveness.

He noticed all eyes were focused on the stabilized data on the monitors.

Now.

A thread of mental energy, finer than a hair and nearly undetectable by any instrument, quietly separated from its source.

It drifted like a gentle seed into the deepest, softest core of Ning Ning’s mind.

Leaving behind a gentle, indelible mark that belonged only to Gu Qingfeng.

This mark wouldn’t harm Ning Ning—it would continue to provide comfort whenever he felt weak.

But at the same time, it was like a flag planted in the most fertile territory that Gu Qingfeng had discovered.

After finishing, Gu Qingfeng slowly withdrew his hand, his smile flawless.

He looked toward the shadow in the corner, ready to announce the treatment’s success.

Then, Ning Ning, still asleep on the bed, suddenly moved his lips.

Half-dreaming, half-awake, he instinctively sensed that the source of comfort was about to leave.

He turned slightly toward it and nuzzled the pillow dependently.

In a faint, soft, almost inaudible voice, he murmured:

“…Teacher.”

The voice was so light it fell like a feather to the ground.

Yet in the deathly quiet room, it stirred a tidal wave.

Xiao Lin froze.

The fury, unwillingness, jealousy, and pain in his eyes—all emotions roiling inside—vanished instantly.

Only a near-dead emptiness remained.

“Teacher?”

He had called him… teacher?

The word carried natural trust and respect, even a childlike dependence and closeness toward an elder.

A closeness Xiao Lin had never received and could never have.

At that moment, Xiao Lin felt as if he had been pushed off a cliff.

His heart plummeting, torn apart in freefall.

The shadowed figure in the corner exuded an aura colder than the deepest permafrost at the North Pole.

Gu Qingfeng’s smile finally emerged without concealment.

It was the elegant yet cruel arc of a victor.

He stood, meticulously straightening his flawless attire, then turned to Xiao Lin in the corner.

With the gentlest tone, he dropped the final, crushing blow—not a straw, but a mountain.

“Marshal, look.”

“He enjoys my treatment and trusts me.”

He paused, his smile deepening, each word clear:

“From now on, Ning Ning’s mental guidance will only be entrusted to me.”

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