The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Chapter 1649: Chapter 1649: If You’re Going to Burn Money, Burn It Lavishly!

“You’re quite low-key, huh. You’ve got what it takes to snag first place, yet you’re sitting back without a care…”

Evan Foster waved his hand: “Don’t flatter me. In a real fight, I’m not sure I can take on Luis Heath. Well, if I’m in top shape, then it’d be a different story.”

“My current condition won’t let me engage in direct combat, so I resort to using talismans and magical treasures. Simply put, I burn Spirit Stones. As long as I burn enough Spirit Stones, there’s no one I can’t beat.”

“Do you know how I got this seventh rank? Actually, I didn’t intend to provoke the previous seventh rank. It was his own dirty mouth mocking me. Personally, I wasn’t bothered, but as the Saint Heir of the Treasure Path Sect, I had to consider the sect’s reputation, so I took him on.”

“That guy was nearly blown to bits by my talismans and magical treasures, and then I became seventh. Luckily, everyone cherishes their lives, so after I became seventh, generally no one challenges me. After all, beating me isn’t all that glorious, and losing to me would be even more frustrating.”

“Why don’t I challenge the first rank, you ask? Even if I win, others might not recognize my victory. Besides, the same amount of Spirit Stones could have me fighting against Golden Immortals, so why compete for first place?”

“The most important thing is, a single fight could burn millions of Spirit Stones. While I may not be poor, I can’t just burn through Spirit Stones like that. You know why I never pick fights? It’s because I’m wary of burning Spirit Stones.”

“If I were a bit more arrogant and combative, even ten billion Spirit Stones wouldn’t be enough for me…”

Carson Flores was amused by Evan Foster’s words: “Weren’t you quite the spendthrift when fighting Luis Heath?”

Evan Foster laughed heartily: “Burning Spirit Stones has got to be done with panache! Burning them miserably won’t save even a single stone and I’d get underestimated. Instead, burn them with grandeur, leaving others feeling unsure. No one dares to mess with me. Being crushed by the burning Spirit Stones, I won’t mention anything else, but mentally, it sure feels stifling.”

Carson Flores nodded in agreement: “Especially those who believe they are stronger than you but lose to your talismans and artefacts, that’s indeed frustrating. Luis Heath nearly exploded with fury.”

Evan Foster slapped his own thigh, feeling quite pleased: “Seeing him want to kill me but can’t is truly satisfying.”

Once Carson Flores revealed his identity, their relationship became much closer.

Ever since Carson Flores arrived in the Immortal Realm, he’s mostly encountered Immortals. Those upper-crust individuals who disregard mortals and even low-level cultivators, Carson Flores had seen too many. Now meeting someone like Evan Foster, he’s finally able to open his heart.

A round of drinks, thoroughly enjoyable.

Carson Flores woke up, washed up, and casually asked: “Has Evan Foster gotten up yet?”

June Weiss replied: “He’s been up for a while, just heard he’s feeling awful, and his maidens are busy taking care of him…”

Carson Flores paused and laughed: “Enjoyed himself yesterday, now paying the price today. Come on, let’s go check on him.”

Carson Flores went to Evan Foster’s room, seeing Evan Foster pale-faced lying on the bed, curled up, drenched in cold sweat. A maiden was beside constantly wiping his sweat while another was massaging him, trying to relax his tense body.

“How are you feeling?”

Evan Foster forced a smile: “Pretty awful, but I’m used to it. Just need to tough it out.”

Carson Flores sat by the bed, checked him over, and smiled: “Let me give you a few needle treatments and see.”

Evan Foster’s eyes lit up: “You have a method?”

“This is a symptom shown by your body’s condition. Without the Phoenix Vermillion Blood Pill, I can’t cure it completely, but to alleviate it, make you feel better, shouldn’t be a problem… Off with your jacket.”

With the help of the maidens, Evan Foster removed his jacket and lay flat on the bed as Carson Flores took out Silver Needles: “Relax, don’t resist…”

With Carson Flores’ words, the Silver Needles in his hand swiftly pierced Evan Foster’s various acupoints.

Carson Flores applied the Resuscitation Technique, Immortal Spirit Qi coursed down the Silver Needles, stimulating acupoints. Soon, Evan Foster felt gentle warmth flowing through meridians from the acupoints where the Silver Needles were. Quickly, streams of warmth connected, flowing between them, and that torturous soreness began to diminish.

Evan Foster opened his eyes wide: “Impressive, what’s this skill of yours?”

Carson Flores replied: “Resuscitation Technique, a mortal skill.”

Evan Foster felt his body becoming more relaxed, the uncomfortable feeling retreating like a tide, and was overjoyed: “Your mortal technique can treat an Immortal’s body, this is incredible!”

Carson Flores laughed: “The principles of medicine are the same. I adapted it to suit this environment, and it’s quite effective.”

Since first entering the Barbaric Wilderness Realm, Carson Flores felt his medical practice seemed useless, but as his strength grew, and control over Spiritual Energy became increasingly refined, he discovered using Immortal Spirit Qi for needle control might achieve the same results as treating ordinary people in the Mortal Realm.

Very soon, Evan Foster felt all the annoying soreness disappearing and his weakness greatly improved. He was so happy he sat up from the bed: “Carson Flores, you’re truly a Divine Doctor, I’m sticking with you!”