The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 85

The person in his arms felt as light as a feather, without any weight at all.

Xiao Lin’s arms trembled uncontrollably. A chilling fear, sharp enough to crack his sanity, surged from the soles of his feet straight up to the top of his head. He held Ning Ning with all his strength, as if clutching his own only heart.

He was afraid.

Afraid that if he let go even for a moment, the light he had fought so hard to hold onto would vanish completely before his eyes.

“He’s just mentally exhausted, collapsed from fatigue.”

Gu Qingfeng’s voice sounded beside him, calm and emotionless, chilling to the bone.

Xiao Lin suddenly lifted his head. His dark-golden eyes instantly reddened with bloodshot veins. He looked like a beast cornered to the brink of losing control, staring at this man who, in his view, was the mastermind that had let Ning Ning overextend himself step by step.

“Step aside.”

Xiao Lin’s voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping his throat, each word tasting of blood.

He wanted to take Ning Ning back to his room, calm him with his own pheromones, hide him, protect him with everything he had, and never let anyone else approach him again.

“Marshal, it won’t work.” Gu Qingfeng didn’t step back. His usually smiling eyes were now terrifyingly clear, two deep wells staring straight into Xiao Lin’s gaze. “He’s on the verge of draining his mental sea, not just physically worn out. Your pheromones won’t save him.”

Gu Qingfeng paused, each word deliberate and slow, striking Xiao Lin’s most vulnerable spot like tiny hammers.

“What he needs now is a guide.”

He smiled faintly, a smile with no warmth, only a calm, absolute cruelty.

“And it must be an S-class guide.”

The air seemed to be sucked out in that instant.

Xiao Lin’s arms stiffened completely as he held Ning Ning.

Of course, he knew.

How the hell could he not know?

It was an open plot.

Gu Qingfeng had placed it boldly on the table, leaving Xiao Lin unable to utter even a single “no.”

As the empire’s strongest sentinel, he could clear any danger for Ning Ning, block all attacks, hold him in his hands, feed him nutrients like a fool.

But there was one thing he could not do.

He could not enter Ning Ning’s mental sea. He could not use his power to soothe him, to repair him.

That sense of helplessness was like an icy hand clutching his heart, squeezing it until he could barely breathe.

He lowered his head and looked at Ning Ning’s pale face in his arms. Those once radiant purple eyes were tightly shut. On the long eyelashes hung a trace of moisture, remnants of pain, like a fragile butterfly about to shatter.

All his anger, all his resentment, at this moment, turned into countless sharp needles piercing his heart, leaving him battered and raw.

He had lost.

In this contest he never had the right to participate in, he was utterly defeated.

Finally, the straight backbone of Xiao Lin bent imperceptibly for a moment.

He moved slowly, stiffly, as if he were handing over the most precious treasure in the world, and passed Ning Ning to Gu Qingfeng.

The moment Gu Qingfeng’s arms securely received Ning Ning, Xiao Lin instinctively hooked his fingertips on the soft edge of Ning Ning’s clothing—and immediately pulled back as if burned, clenching his fists at his side.

His nails dug deep into his palms; the sharp pain helped him regain a fragment of clarity.

Gu Qingfeng held Ning Ning gently, as if handling a priceless treasure. He placed him carefully on the softest bed in the treatment room and adjusted his posture meticulously.

Then he turned to the nearly frozen marshal at the door and said, “Marshal, mental guidance requires absolute quiet.”

In other words, please leave.

Xiao Lin did not move, his eyes burning like he could shoot flames, staring as if he wanted to burn a hole through him.

Gu Qingfeng, however, didn’t care. He even smiled slightly, speaking as gently as if discussing the weather: “If you’re worried, you can watch from outside. But to avoid interference, I will pull the isolation curtain.”

He didn’t wait for Xiao Lin’s reaction. Walking to the bedside, he leaned over, his long fingers lightly touching Ning Ning’s forehead.

A semi-transparent curtain with a faint golden glow silently descended.

The curtain was like a chasm, completely blocking Xiao Lin’s murderous gaze.

Inside the curtain was a private space exclusively for the guide and the one being treated.

Outside the curtain was the sentinel’s torturous, infernal purgatory.

Xiao Lin stood there, motionless. He could see blurry shadows on the curtain, Gu Qingfeng leaning over, carefully arranging Ning Ning’s hair. Each blurred motion cut into his heart like a knife.

He could do nothing. He could only watch, only wait.

Inside the curtain

Gu Qingfeng’s spiritual tendrils flowed like the gentlest stream, cautiously, devoutly entering the nearly dried-up mental sea of Ning Ning.

The place was gray and desolate, lifeless.

The once brilliant stars dimmed; even the moon had lost all its radiance, like a dust-covered stone.

In the center of this barren land, a small pearl-purple rabbit curled up, shivering. Its fur drooped, and what had once glimmered now looked dull and pitiful.

Gu Qingfeng’s heart stirred with a strange mix of obsession and sharp, piercing pain at the sight.

His spiritual form, a graceful and magnificent nine-tailed white fox, silently appeared beside the little rabbit.

The fox did not immediately approach, only crouched quietly. Its nine enormous, fluffy tails spread slowly, like a warm and magnificent quilt, wrapping the shivering rabbit as gently as possible.

The refined, gentle spiritual energy of an S-class guide poured continuously into this parched world like nourishing rain.

Dim stars lit up one by one.

The cracked, parched land became soft and moist again.

The grayish-white moon gradually regained its soft, cold glow.

Under the fox’s protective tails, the little rabbit unconsciously stretched its body and let out a soft, satisfied whimper.

It nuzzled the warm, furry touch instinctively.

This was different from the fierce, possessive warmth of the dark-golden wolf. It was a cool, gentle, almost herbal-like comforting power, like moonlight, like spring water, nurturing every dry pore.

A deep, almost pathological obsession flashed in Gu Qingfeng’s eyes.

He knew the giant wolf could give the little rabbit a sense of security, but that was crude, possessive, and primal.

He was different.

Only he, as a guide, could provide the most precise, core-level nourishment and repair.

He was the “antidote” the mental sea truly needed.

After confirming that Ning Ning’s mental sea had stabilized, Gu Qingfeng did not immediately withdraw.

His gaze fell on the now fully relaxed, almost asleep little rabbit. He could clearly feel a blazing imprint at the rabbit’s spiritual core—it was Xiao Lin’s.

Bold, burning, constantly asserting ownership.

A faint, icy smile appeared at the corner of Gu Qingfeng’s lips.

One of the fox’s tails delicately touched the rabbit’s brow like a lover’s fingertip.

A silver spiritual thread, thinner than a strand of hair and unique to the nine-tailed fox, silently infiltrated the mental sea.

It bypassed Xiao Lin’s bold mark, cleverly, deeply, and subtly winding around the core of the mental sea.

Not to mark, not to possess.

But like engraving a signature inside the most precious jewel, with exquisite craftsmanship—permanent and undetectable.

Having done this, Gu Qingfeng finally leaned closer.

The eyelashes of the boy on the bed twitched slightly. Half asleep, he seemed to sense something, frowning faintly with a trace of unease.

Gu Qingfeng leaned close to his ear and whispered, in a voice only they could hear, seductive like a lover:

“Don’t be afraid, Ning Ning…”

“Remember this feeling…”

He paused, feeling the boy’s warm breath brush his cheek, the possessiveness in his eyes almost overflowing.

“…only I can give it to you.”

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