The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 1000: Assist in My Resurrection and You Shall be Richly Rewarded

Chapter 1000: Chapter 1000: Assist in My Resurrection and You Shall be Richly Rewarded

"This is a replica."

Finlay Murphy picked up the iron plate, glanced at it briefly, and handed it back to Carson Flores, "Although it appears the same, it’s missing quite a bit of Taoist Charm. What you’ve comprehended is also much less..."

A replica?

After all this time, have I learned a fake Ground Shrinking Technique?

Finlay Murphy said in a deep voice, "While I’m still lucid, I’ll teach you. Whether you can comprehend it or not, however, is up to you."

Carson Flores was overjoyed, quickly performant a respectful salute: "Thank you, Senior Murphy, for the guidance."

Finlay Murphy sighed and said, "The Ground Shrinking Technique was originally a unique secret technique of the Murphy Family. It’s unfortunate that the Murphy Family has declined. Since you have learned a simulated version of the Ground Shrining Technique by chance, you can be considered fated. Therefore, teaching you the real Ground Shrinking Technique would not be violating the family rules of the Murphy’s, especially since the family no longer exists..."

After pausing for a moment, Finlay Murphy spoke in a solemn voice, "Watch closely."

Finlay Murphy stepped forward, and the Dao patterns appeared, the light coalescing in the air and lingering for a long time.

Carson Flores had already stuffed a Heaven-reaching Lotus Seed into his mouth, and sure enough, before long, he felt tears streaming from his eyes and his head spinning.

Observing the Dao patterns left by Finlay Murphy and those on the stone tablet were hugely different. Those on the tablet were dead, but the Dao patterns released by Finlay Murphy seemed alive. Watching him demonstrate them was much more vivid and made the comprehension much deeper.

Carson Flores couldn’t grasp all the Dao patterns instantly, but he relied on his robust memory to vividly "imprint" the entire Dao pattern deep into his mind, allowing him to watch and ruminate over them again when he immersed himself.

"You go and ponder over it. How much you learn is entirely up to you."

Finlay Murphy’s gaze fell complexly on the hand resting on Carson Flores’s shoulder, "The path to becoming an Immortal is filled with countless hardships. I don’t remember who she is, but the vague impression is that her identity is anything but simple. If you can help her revive, you are bound to benefit immensely in the future."

Carson Flores wryly smiled.

A person whose body had to be divided and suppressed even in death due to a lack of peace—how could her identity be simple?

The problem is, if she is not simple, neither are her enemies.

Just dealing with a Primordial Spirit Incarnation makes one run for their life all over the world, let alone facing the person herself. Could there be any chance of survival?

Carson Flores asked, "Over these ten thousand years, have you really not remembered anything?"

Finlay Murphy furrowed his brow and suddenly his expression changed, he stood up abruptly and shouted, "Fairy, it’s you! Hurry and leave, he’s coming after you..."

Carson Flores was startled. They could even be chased here?

Fairy?

Carson Flores suddenly realized something wasn’t right.

Upon closer inspection of Finlay Murphy’s eyes, Carson Flores couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time.

It was over, he had gone mad again.

Finlay Murphy was waving his hands frantically with a look of terror, shouting, "Fairy, run quickly, I’ll distract him for you!"

After saying these words, Finlay Murphy took a step and the Dao patterns appeared, and he vanished into thin air in an instant.

Carson Flores was helpless.

Even if he wanted to stop him, he simply couldn’t.

He didn’t have the strength to do so!

Carson Flores sat down with a sense of resignation, pondering in his heart. Finlay Murphy would say some things when he was in his mad state, and those things were clearly directed at a specific reality, meaning he wasn’t completely spouting nonsense—the words coming out of his mouth were based on reality that once occurred.

Could he not remember anything when sane but gain back his old memories when mad?

But when he was mad, it was impossible to communicate with him, plus he ran off incredibly fast, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Carson Flores looked at the hand resting on his shoulder and muttered to himself, "Fairy, you didn’t even try to stop him. Even if you want to find your body, wouldn’t it be better to have a powerful assistant?"

The jade hand pointed at Carson Flores.

What did that mean?

I’m enough?

Thinking about it, this hand alone had immense power, far surpassing Finlay Murphy. Indeed, with her around, they might not really need Finlay Murphy’s help.

Carson Flores asked, "Fairy, I’m completely in the dark at the moment, and I know nothing. You have to tell me what’s going on so I know what to do. How about I give you some paper and a pen for you to write it down?"

Carson Flores took out paper and a pen, looking expectantly at the perfectly flawless delicate jade hand.

The jade hand floated up and grabbed the pen, beginning to write.

"Cristopher Hopkins."

Carson Flores blinked, "Fairy, is that your name?"

The jade hand gently nodded and continued writing.

"You carry a great destiny, unparalleled by others, assist in my revival, and you shall be greatly rewarded."

A great destiny?

Carson Flores exclaimed, "Fairy, you chose me not because I possess the Water-Fire Realm with Blood Mist capable of breaking through the Barrier, but because I carry a great destiny?"

The jade hand nodded again.

Carson Flores realized it then. If she were only after his Fire Mirror, she could have simply killed him and taken it.

"Fairy, do you know where the other parts of your body are suppressed?"

The jade hand shook her finger and began writing.

"Sealed by formations, unable to sense."

Carson Flores immediately felt troubled, "If you can’t sense where they are and my power is limited, how can we find them?"

The jade hand wrote, "My body was divided into six parts: head, torso, hands, feet—each individually suppressed by a formation, guarded by Immortal Slaves."

Six parts?

That really was ruthless.

It seemed Cristopher Hopkins Immortal was an unimaginably beautiful person; to think someone had the heart to dismember and suppress her?

"That male Immortal must be heartless..."

The jade hand wrote again, "Female..."