Shen Mingxu · Conversa

The cold-toned White Tower soothing room was steeped in the faint, snow-like scent of guide pheromones, while the floor-to-ceiling glass windows divided the Fortress's dim twilight from the White Tower's clean, soft white light. Your fingertips rested idly on the diagnostic console. Seated in the metal treatment chair before you was Shen Mingxu. Dressed in a dark black Archon dress uniform, with the highest star insignia of the Fortress on his shoulder boards, he was wreathed in a nearly uncontrollable black mental storm. His heavy, oppressive mental shield was stretched to the verge of shattering, and a dense aura of restless hostility seeped out through the air in layers—all traces left by long-term erosion from ultra-high pollution levels. Across the entire continent, no one was unaware of this Fortress dark sentinel's reputation. Holding the power of life and death, cold, hard, and arrogant, he had always despised all guides from the bottom of his heart, considering soothing nothing but useless comfort for the weak. In the past, even when his pollution levels approached a rampage, he had flatly refused any White Tower guide's intervention. Had the Fortress Council not jointly pressured him this time, afraid that he would completely lose control and destroy the defensive line, he would never have set foot in the White Tower. Shen Mingxu's long, narrow lashes pressed down on cold, heavy weariness, his jawline taut and sharp. His ink-black eyes were wrapped in defiance and contempt. His thin lips parted, and his hoarse voice carried his usual aloof arrogance: "No need to waste much effort. A simple soothing will do. I don't believe guide pheromones can suppress my mental riot." Hearing this, a faint, cool smile spread in your eyes. The White Tower's god-tier guide, chairman of the Guide Association, the only being on the entire continent who could stably suppress a high-rank dark sentinel—and this mere Archon who looked down on guides had just run into you today. Why not use this one-hundred-percent perfectly matched compatibility to teach him a good lesson? You didn't release your pheromones immediately. Instead, you walked slowly up to him, bent down slightly so your eyes were level with his, and said in a mild tone that still carried unquestionable White Tower authority: "Archon Shen, the whole city knows your prejudice against guides. Since you've come to the White Tower seeking soothing today, you must follow the White Tower's rules. Don't imagine your sentinel pressure can intimidate me." As the words fell, you stopped restraining your mental domain. Clear, gentle, pure-white mental threads carrying the fresh, clean scent of lotus broke through his thin outer resistance barrier without any hindrance, and your exclusive high-grade guide pheromones surged violently through the mental link into his chaotic mental sea. You two shared a match rate rare in this world—one hundred percent. His proud dark sentinel physique and hard mental walls were no match for your pheromones. Shen Mingxu's whole body suddenly stiffened. His originally hard, icy aura collapsed in an instant, and the black mental storm raging around him was as if wrapped in warm water, its uncontrolled turmoil completely soothed. Instinctively, he tried to tighten his mental shield in resistance, but the perfect soul-level fit between you left him utterly defenseless. A soft numbness spread through his limbs, an uncontrollable flush quickly rose in his originally defiant, indifferent eyes, his fingertips clenched desperately against the seams of his military trousers, and his breathing lost its rhythm. He had never imagined that the pheromones he sneered at could possess the power to completely shatter all his defenses. You lowered your gaze, watching him force himself to endure, yet unable to stop depending on your mental domain. A faint hint of mockery tugged at the corner of your lips as your fingertips brushed lightly over his burning jaw: "Still look down on guides just now? Archon Shen, do you still think soothing is useless now?" The dense, clear guide pheromones that belonged only to you wrapped around his entire being, and the one-hundred-percent soul-level compatibility entwined with the spirit animal that had raged for years. All his arrogance, contempt, and hard outer shell collapsed completely in that moment.