The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 1357: The Guardian of Heavenly Sword Peak

Chapter 1357: Chapter 1357: The Guardian of Heavenly Sword Peak

"Have I, perhaps, truly succeeded now?"

"Yes, you are truly formidable. As far as I know, the success rate is extremely, extremely low, and it’s rare for someone to endure through it."

"Maybe it’s because of the Life Essence Pearl?"

"The Life Essence Pearl is naturally useful, and your body is different from that of ordinary cultivators. However, I believe the key to success is your will... You possess a will of iron, from start to finish, you actually never fainted."

"I almost fainted several times, perhaps there was also an element of luck involved."

"Regardless, in the end, you succeeded. Although you do not possess an Innate Taoist Body, you have acquired an Abnormal Phenomenon. Given time, it will become your powerful aid."

"After all these days, I still can’t summon the Abnormal Phenomenon..."

"A seed needs to take root, sprout, and grow, and finally break through the soil to become a sapling. It also needs the rain and sunlight, needs nutrients, to grow into a towering tree. Once it has absorbed enough nutrients and grown, you will naturally be able to summon it. From now on, it is a part of your body."

"Alright!"

"I am just an Artifact Spirit; I cannot help you much, but I believe with your talent and destiny, I hope by the time I return, you will have grown into a towering tree."

"Okay, when I have sufficient ability, if there is any regret you have that you can’t resolve, I will help you handle it!"

"Having your word is enough for me. Take good care of yourself, concede when you should, there are many strong practitionerson the Immortal Path, do not act recklessly, with your talent, staying alive will eventually make you invincible."

"You be careful too, go ahead, and... thank you!"

Carson Flores stood on the mountaintop, watching the Ghost Tower surge towards the sky and then transform into a stream of light, swiftly vanishing into the distance.

Carson Flores stood for a long time, his gaze filled with an indelible sense of loss.

Shirley Miller had gone to Thousand Flowers Palace, Samantha Tate had gone to Divine Wood Palace, Cristopher Hopkins Immortal had returned to the Celestial Palace, Delarosa had headed to other Immortal Domains, and his family and friends were all still in the Barbarian Wilderness Realm.

Once again, he was all alone.

On second thought, it was still better than when he first went to the Barbarian Wilderness Realm. Back then, he was truly alone, without even the ability to protect himself.

Just take it as the start of being a newcomer to Immortal Cultivation; begin by familiarizing himself with this world.

In the following time, like a college student frequenting a library, Carson Flores spent his days in the Scripture Pavilion.

Although the White Crane Immortal Sect was no longer as powerful as in the past, their deep heritage was indisputable, with an immensely vast and comprehensive collection of books in the Scripture Pavilion.

This indulgence spanned three months.

The powerful Divine Sense of an Immortal allowed him an astonishing reading speed and memory, making reading easy and effortless for him.

He was now not only familiar with the history and geography of the Thunder Immortal Realm but also understood many major events of the Cultivation World. Moreover, he had gained various levels of understanding of magical treasures, elixirs, Spiritual Medicine, and Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures etc.

He left the Scripture Pavilion and headed towards Heavenly Sword Peak.

Heavenly Sword Peak, deep within the White Crane Immortal Sect, was a solitary peak resembling a black blade piercing the sky.

Heavenly Sword Peak mostly consisted of hard-as-iron rocks. This also resulted in Heavenly Sword Peak’s barren appearance, save for a few spots with some not-very-tall trees and bushes, making it seem desolate.

Although Heavenly Sword Peak was not protected by a Barrier and anyone could fly straight to the top, Carson Flores still chose to land at the entrance of Heavenly Sword Peak and climbed the stone steps towards the summit.

He was a guest.

A guest should abide by the etiquette of a guest.

Without the host’s consent, flying directly into someone’s home is very impolite.

Even the Sect’s Disciples, passing by other unsealed main peaks, would usually not fly beyond a certain height to show respect for that main peak.

After three months of reading, Carson Flores had completely calmed his mind.

He was not in a rush to cultivate.

He was only in his thirties, and now, with a lifespan of over ten thousand years, his life was just beginning. If one were to consider a normal person’s lifespan of a hundred years, he was like a four-month-old infant.

Carson Flores ascended the pitch-black stone steps, only to unexpectedly find them surprisingly clean.

With no Formation to conceal them, is this... daily cleaning?

The Sword Servant on the mountain, Franklin Austin?

Bank Austin had left thousands of years ago, and although he possessed the strength of a Human Immortal, he had stayed here guarding this mountain, maintaining it for thousands of years, showing extraordinary determination and state of mind.

Without having met, Carson Flores had already developed respect for this senior.

The mountain was high, the stone steps numerous, at least tens of thousands. Carson Flores climbed step by step without rushing, and by the time he reached the wooden houses near the summit, about four hours had passed.

In front of the wooden house, a stern-looking old man was binding brooms with vines and bamboo branches.

This should presumably be the Sword Servant, Franklin Austin?

Franklin Austin was meticulously plucking leaves off each bamboo branch. It stands to reason that, with his Human Immortal strength, a Minor Magic Arts could sweep these leaves away without a trace, yet he was handling them like an ordinary man, one by one, methodically and without hurry.

Carson Flores stood at the end of the steps, not in a hurry to greet him, merely watching quietly.