The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Chapter 1119: Chapter 1119: If You Can’t Hold Onto the Sand, Scatter It!

The Light Gate to the next trial had appeared, but Carson Flores paid it no heed, opting instead to rest on his own.

His severe injuries, compounded by the after-effects of the Berserk Art, had left him feeling utterly weak and drained of strength.

The Life Essence Pearl quickly healed the wounds, and Carson Flores stuffed himself with recovery elixirs, sat cross-legged to perform his Cultivation Practice, and silently recuperated.

This sitting lasted a day.

Carson Flores opened his eyes, which once again sparkled with vitality.

Energetic!

He got up, stretched his arms, loosened his muscles and bones, and then stepped through the Light Gate.

The eighth trial!

Just how many trials are there to break through?

Nine layers?

Nine trials?

Wondering how many trials Bryant James has passed now, and whether he’s been eliminated?

The battle in this trial was so difficult, surely others must face it too?

How did Bryant James break through?

Imagining two people with Innate Taoist Bodies, two Arhats clashing mightily in the air – Carson Flores had a very eager anticipation to witness it.

After passing through the Light Gate, Carson Flores was startled.

A spotlessly clean room appeared before him, with a desk that held a sheet of paper and a pen.

Beyond that, there was nothing else.

No ferocious Demonic Beasts, no powerful Cultivators, and no strange assessments.

Carson Flores carefully inspected his surroundings for a long while, affirming there were no traps or hidden enemies, before cautiously approaching the desk to look at the paper.

Blank paper.

No content on the paper.

A blank sheet – what’s this for?

Write a ten-thousand-word reflection on the trials?

Or perhaps state ten thousand reasons why I deserve to become the new master of the Ghost Tower?

Just as Carson Flores was filled with doubts, golden characters suddenly appeared and began to twinkle on the wall in front of him.

Carson Flores concentrated on the text.

”What is the purpose of your cultivation? Write your answer on the paper.”

Carson Flores blinked, eh, a question and answer test?

Is this an expression of ideals?

Are my answers going to be judged to determine if I’m qualified?

High-sounding words – who can’t say them?

Can’t I just reply directly?

Why does it need to be written on paper?

Could it be that they want to see if my handwriting is good, some sort of ”handwriting reflects the person” concept?

Carson Flores internally ridiculed the idea for a moment, then immediately began pondering the answer to the question.

What is the purpose of all this effort?

After meditating for a while, Carson Flores picked up the brush next to him and boldly wrote a line.

”To live freely and well.”

After writing, the unremarkable white paper suddenly emitted a faint golden light, and the characters he had just written also glowed gold before gradually disappearing, as if being consumed by the golden flames.

Carson Flores suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation; he stared at the gradually vanishing words on the paper, and an uncanny thought arose in his heart: Why did it feel like his innermost feelings were being verified?

It seemed as if writing anything other than his actual thoughts would bring about some unfortunate event...

Carson Flores shook his head, casting the thoughts in his mind aside.

If this is indeed what I believe, what is there to fear?

Live with integrity, sit with confidence!

The golden glow on the paper disappeared, the white paper reverted to its original state, as if he had never written anything. Simultaneously, the golden characters that had appeared on the wall vanished as quickly as they had come.

The next second, new golden characters emerged on the wall.

”As the new Human Emperor, when the Human Race faces a grave life-and-death crisis, just by sacrificing yourself, you could ensure the safety of millions within the Human Race. Are you willing to sacrifice yourself?”

Carson Flores laughed.

This time, without any thought, he wrote immediately.

”I am willing to try my best, but I am not willing to sacrifice myself.”

Carson Flores wrote no more.

The message was clear enough.

This was truly what he felt in his heart – why should he sacrifice himself?

Living well, keeping a low profile, protecting those dear to him, and developing inconspicuously was his plan. Once he became powerful, he’d return to rescue the remaining Human Race; wasn’t that good enough?

When poor, one should at least keep oneself pure; when capable, extend that purity to the world.

Carson Flores had no noble pretensions of exchanging his life for the lives of strangers he did not know.

”The Ghost Tower is very powerful, possessing a mighty Artifact Spirit that controls the entire tower. If you are the fated one for the Ghost Tower, the Artifact Spirit will offer to sign a contract with you. Which type of contract are you willing to accept, and why?

Master-servant contract—command the Artifact Spirit, control the Ghost Tower?

Friendship contract—coexist peacefully, consult each other on matters?

Servant-master contract—serve the Artifact Spirit, plead for its help when needed?”

Oh man, even multiple-choice questions now!

Asking this means I already have the opportunity to become the Ghost Tower’s chosen successor?

Master-servant? Friendship? Servant-master?

The questioner must be that mighty Artifact Spirit, right?

By asking this, is it looking for a strong, promising, and potential fated one to sign a servant-master contract with, to serve him as the master?

After all, the Ghost Tower has stood between heaven and earth for tens of thousands of years, slaughtering countless Hollow Void Practitioners – how could it accept to be controlled at the whim of what it considers an inferior being?

With only two seconds of thought, Carson Flores picked up the pen and firmly wrote his answer.

”Master-servant contract.”

”Reason: If I can’t hold the sand in my grip, then I’ll just let it go!”