The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Xyrella Yarwood moved swiftly like an aurora, followed closely by Floating Cloud, while Carson Flores flickered, keeping pace effortlessly.

Floating Cloud glanced sideways at Carson Flores and transmitted his voice, ”Your movement technique isn’t bad.”

Carson Flores replied, ”This is an innate divine ability of a Great Land Prime Immortal. I helped him, so he passed it on to me.”

Floating Cloud’s gaze held a hint of peculiarity; this disciple of his was truly remarkable, being able to assist a Great Land Prime Immortal, and for the immortal to impart an innate divine ability indicated it was no minor assistance.

Thinking about it, aside from teaching his disciple the Dragon Mountain Cloud Dream Art, he hadn’t given much help. This time, trouble came knocking, yet Carson Flores slew a Superior Grade Great Land Supreme Immortal with a single sword, relying on defensive measures left by Norric.

As a mentor, he must also provide some protective items for his disciple.

As for magical treasures, they hinge more on the user’s strength, whereas talismans don’t rely on strength at all—if you can activate them, they suffice.

Floating Cloud had long reached the pinnacle realm of using his hand as a brush, Heaven and Earth as a Talisman. Naturally, he wouldn’t fuss with crafting many precious items to make talismans to carry around. For him, it’s a matter solved with a casual stroke; wasting those rare materials and energy would be unnecessary.

Like unbuckling your trousers to fart—utterly redundant.

But now, it’s necessary to craft a batch of sufficiently powerful, multifunctional talismans to give his sole disciple for protection.

Although Carson Flores has tokens from himself and The Wither-Bloom Sage, summoning them depends on distance.

The nearer the distance, the easier the summoning—true body descension is possible. Take this time, for example; Rising Dragon Island and Azure Divine Sect aren’t too far apart, with no spatial barriers in between, making teleport relatively straightforward. However, if the distance were several times farther, projection might be the only option. Even farther, it would be sensed without being able to act.

The Immortal Domains are truly vast!

Unless the summoned is akin to True Sages like Grand Void or Thyris Lucerne, possessing great spatial power, capable of ripping through space and crossing the Star River in ways incomprehensible to ordinary people, appearing instantly before you.

Floating Cloud, though strong, wasn’t proficient in space divine power; he couldn’t cross the Star River and traverse space instantaneously with his physical body like them. If Carson Flores left the North Sea or ventured far from the North Sea, even in danger, Floating Cloud would be powerless.

This reason also explains why Profound River and others were ambushed in the Stormy Sea Area of the Endless Sea, unable to call for reinforcements—a reason those people chose to strike there.

Traveling for a day, the sky was darkening.

Stopping for the night, Carson Flores lit a bonfire and effortlessly retrieved two pieces of Immortal Spirit Deer Leg Meat, preparing two servings of roasted steak.

Carson Flores served one plate of roasted steak to Floating Cloud, then poured him a cup of wine brewed from Immortal Elixir.

Floating Cloud picked up chopsticks, dipped in sauce, ate a piece of deer meat, a satisfied expression appearing on his face.

”You don’t skimp on pampering yourself...”

Carson Flores joked, ”Just respecting you, teacher.”

Floating Cloud raised his wine glass, sipped, and his brows furrowed suddenly, saying coldly, ”Since you’ve come, don’t lurk in hiding.”

”I move silently; it’s impressive you sensed me so easily!”

A voice echoed emptily in the forest, while, at the same time, a figure like a ghost appeared in darkness, next coming before the fire.

Carson Flores’s own portion of meat had silently levitated, landing in front of the figure, who casually sat down on a big stone beside, holding the plate.

He picked up a piece of meat, dipped it in sauce, and ate.

”Mm, nice taste, excellent ingredients, great culinary skill!”

Carson Flores glanced at Xyrella Yarwood beside him, catching the joy on his face, immediately realizing the sudden man’s alignment with the Black Demon Sect, here to rescue him.

Carson Flores’s gaze settled coolly on the man eating his roasted meat, saying coldly, ”You eat without inquiry; aren’t you afraid there’s poison in my roast meat?”

The man appeared to be in his forties, square-faced, a black gas-like tattoo twining on his brow, giving off an eerie and sinister aura.

The man sneered, took another piece, dipped it in sauce: ”He’s eating too; or are you trying to poison yourself?”

Carson Flores chuckled, ”We’ve consumed antidotes beforehand, naturally eating freely.”

The man’s dipping gesture hesitated momentarily, sneered, ”Clever fox you are, intimidating me verbally over two pieces of meat, is it necessary?”

Carson Flores sneered, ”Uninvited, a guest is a wicked intruder.”

The man put that piece in his mouth, tossed the plate back to Carson Flores casually.

Though certain Carson Flores was likely bluffing, what if it was true?

The opponent intentionally taunting him for provocation?

Carson Flores flicked his sleeve, the plate landed on the small table nearby, sneering, ”I said it casually, yet you believed so easily, truly a timid coward.”