Perfect Compatibility

Shen Han Qiu's eyes flickered slightly, and the corners of his lips curved up. "What I want isn't this."

With that, he pushed both the Core Nucleus and the Spatial Button back into Dai Jiao's hand.

Their fingertips touched, and Dai Jiao felt a cool sensation emanating from him.

Shen Han Qiu lowered his head and smiled. "If you don't mind, I'd like to ask for your help with my spiritual cleansing, if that's alright?"

A Guide's spiritual cleansing was extremely precious; exchanging it for a Spatial Button could be considered reasonable.

Dai Jiao didn't think much of it and readily agreed. "Alright."

The smile in Shen Han Qiu's eyes grew more pronounced. He lowered his head slightly and rolled up his sleeve to reveal the Rampage Index displayed on his Optical Brain: 85%.

He was only 5% away from losing control.

The man before her had a gentle demeanor and composed gestures, showing no signs of being on the verge of rampaging.

This person was absolutely not as simple as he appeared.

But that wasn't within Dai Jiao's scope of concern. He gave her a Spatial Button, and she would help him with his spiritual cleansing. That would settle their karma.

Dai Jiao raised her hand, extending her index finger. "Bow your head."

Shen Han Qiu obediently lowered his head.

Dai Jiao's fingertip, emitting a white light, touched his forehead.

A gentle breeze swept past, and the Rampage Index on his Optical Brain slowly decreased.

From a red 85%, it dropped to a yellow 75%, finally settling at a green 65%.

As the index decreased, the man's head lowered further, eventually gently touching Dai Jiao's cheek as he leaned on her shoulder.

His hot breath on her neck felt slightly ticklish.

"Hey."

Dai Jiao frowned, raising her hand to push Shen Han Qiu away, but then saw him looking dazed, the corners of his eyes moist, clear teardrops on the verge of falling.

Dai Jiao's reflection was mirrored in those clear eyes.

Dai Jiao asked the system, "What's going on?"

The system quickly explained: "[Guards undergoing spiritual cleansing are all like this. Host, no need to worry. Let them recover on their own. The long-accumulated Rampage Index creates immense mental pressure, so a sudden cleansing inevitably causes a slight delay in reaction. You'll get used to it after a few more times.]"

Dai Jiao: "..."

Shen Han Qiu seemed to have regained some clarity. "I'm sorry... I've troubled you..."

His voice was slightly hoarse, his eyes filled with gloom. His palm felt hot, as if wanting to grasp Dai Jiao's hand. But in the end, he only dared to lightly touch the edge of her sleeve with his fingertips.

His slender fingers, covered in calluses and injuries, with prominent knuckles, only dared to rest gently on the hem of her sleeve.

Shen Han Qiu exhaled softly, saying nothing more.

To be able to perform spiritual cleansing for him to this extent, unless she was an S-class Guide, there was only one other possibility...

That was their perfect compatibility.

In this world of Guards and Guides, perfect compatibility meant a match made in heaven.

Guides were born to save Guards.

"You told me to check my partner's information earlier, and I did..."

Shen Han Qiu's throat moved slightly, the corners of his eyes a little red. "If I remember correctly, your profile stated you were a C-class Guide... Is that your true class?"

Dai Jiao glanced at the black crow system that had helped her falsify the data, lying without batting an eye: "That's right."

Shen Han Qiu's breathing immediately became erratic.

Dai Jiao moved aside, withdrawing her hand from her hip.

Shen Han Qiu silently watched the hem of her sleeve, which his hand had just touched, move away, leaving no warmth behind.

He opened his mouth again, as if wanting to confirm one last time, yet also as if babbling: "You really aren't hiding your Spiritual Power class? No need to be afraid... I won't tell anyone."

Dai Jiao frowned slightly. "You're asking too many questions."

She raised her hand. "Now it's my turn to ask you, which car is Ling Feng in?"

Dai Jiao glanced around inside the car, not seeing Ling Feng anywhere, her tone growing increasingly impatient: "Where's Ling Feng?"

Shen Han Qiu regained a bit of clarity, suddenly clutching the leather seat, and asked hoarsely: "...Is he your Guard?"

That wasn't wrong to say.

At least until she fully recovered her spiritual power, she wouldn't hastily draw boundaries with these mission targets.

After all, they were all delicious cakes that helped her recover her cultivation base, no different from cultivation elixirs.

One elixir was worth a hundred years of cultivation.

She would absolutely not let these peerless elixirs fall into the hands of others!