The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 801: Please Shut Up, Stop Dragging Me Down

Chapter 801: Chapter 801: Please Shut Up, Stop Dragging Me Down

"Yes, ascending to the Hollow Void directly in front of over ten thousand people, he shattered four realms consecutively, transforming his Nascent Soul into a deity. Before the Heavenly Tribulation could even strike, he waved his hand and dispersed it, deifying into the Hollow Void with the Nine Heavenly Thunders. The spectacle, it is said that within a hundred miles, everything was thunder and lightning, but the eldest disciple remained unharmed, whereas several hundred others were accidentally injured by the Heavenly Tribulation that day."

Delaney spoke admiringly, "Speaking of talent, he’s inferior even to ordinary sect prodigies, but in terms of achievements, shattering four realms consecutively, that’s unheard of, truly the first in millennia."

Carson was dumbfounded.

Shattering four realms consecutively?

What kind of monstrous being is this?

Talent inferior even to ordinary sect prodigies?

Carson exclaimed in astonishment, "How did he manage that?"

Delaney gave a wry smile, "My second senior brother and I asked him that same question, and he said, ’Read a book a hundred times, and its meaning will become clear.’ But it’s not that easy. It’s just one book that he read repeatedly for a hundred years without any improvement. Who else could do that?"

Incredible!

Even just hearing about it filled Carson with admiration, not for reaching the Hollow Void Realm or for outclassing others, but for his spirit.

In doing anything, one needs to see some returns after investing effort to remain motivated to persevere.

Even the Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains, no matter how high the mountain, at least, every day you can clearly see it moved a bit, knowing that if you keep at it, however high, it will eventually be moved. But the eldest disciple, with a hundred years of no progress in his studies, still persevered. What kind of willpower and temperament does that require?

Suddenly, Carson very much wanted to meet this senior brother, to see what kind of extraordinary person he was and to properly admire him.

He couldn’t do such a thing, and he estimated his master couldn’t either.

Therefore, even the master couldn’t grasp the essence of life and death in cultivation, but the eldest disciple did.

Carson’s communication stone flickered. He took it out and saw the message, a surprised expression appearing on his face.

"Miss Adelaide is also here."

Delaney blinked, "Adelaide Bautista?"

Carson nodded, "Yes."

Delaney smiled, "Before Bryant James with his Innate Taoist Body burst onto the scene, Adelaide Bautista was the most outstanding disciple in Mount Kahdas. After his arrival, she was overshadowed a lot, but even so, she remained dazzling, the strongest among the third-generation disciples besides Bryant."

Carson replied to Adelaide’s message.

"Auntie Adelaide, I’m here, currently watching the massive boats of Mount Kahdas from the wilderness."

One after another, the giant flying boats from various Great Sects arrived, creating a spectacle on the wilderness with at least several hundred flying boats and tens of thousands of cultivators. The scene was exceptionally lively.

Carson and Delaney were lounging on lounge chairs, casually observing the scene. Carson joked, "Speaking of presence and numbers, are we from Nutwood Mountain the weakest, sister? Counting our eldest brother, there’s just the three of us, not even a flying boat, so lonely and solitary..."

Delaney lazily replied, "Isn’t that nice? Look how relaxed we are, no need for social obligations, how pleasant."

Carson laughed, "Are there social obligations?"

"Of course."

Delaney, smiling, said, "But even if there were, it wouldn’t involve me. Our sect is represented by the eldest brother, and the young disciples by you."

Carson laughed, "Me, a cultivator at the Golden Core Late Stage, qualify as a representative?"

Delaney twisted her neck, finding a more comfortable lying position, "Who else but you? In Nutwood Mountain lineage, you’re the only young disciple who fits the bill."

Carson didn’t mind, "No fighting?"

Delaney responded, "If you don’t want to stand out or make a name, then no need to fight."

Carson grimaced, "Even with fame, no one’s giving me several million spirit stones, so what’s the point?"

Delaney turned to look at Carson, "Isn’t there a saying, ’Strike while the iron is hot’? You’re so young, yet you behave like an old man, so steady, never liking to show off. Look at those sect geniuses; they wish they could engrave their names on their faces so everyone notices them..."

Carson shook his head, crossing his arms, "Not interested."

They were watching the spectacle when Carson received a message from Killian.

"Where are you?"

"Lying on a mountain top, watching the spectacle. Are you here?"

"Yeah, where exactly? I’ll come find you."

"The southern part of the wilderness, on the slightly lower mountain."

Soon, Killian flew over, dressed in white, his robe fluttering like a fairy descending to the mortal world.

"Hello, Peak Master Cameron!"

Delaney, smiling, got up, "I’ll give you my chair. It won’t interfere with your romantic talk. I’ll find somewhere else to watch."

Killian’s fair face turned red instantly. She liked Carson, but love was still far away. Caught off guard by Delaney’s teasing, she didn’t know how to respond at the moment.

Carson came to her rescue, "Sister, please, be quiet. Don’t make it hard for me."

Delaney giggled and left. Carson touched his nose, "Have a seat."

As Killian sat down, Carson casually pulled out a bottle of drink and handed it to her, "Have some water."

Killian accepted the drink from the Mortal Realm, and they sat side by side, looking at the lively scene ahead, both feeling a bit odd.

"With all this bustle, why are you sitting idle here?"

"Watching the spectacle."

Carson, with arms behind his head lying down, casually replied, "Unmoved by honor or disgrace, idly watching flowers bloom and fade in the courtyard; indifferent to departure or stay, leisurely following the clouds drifting by. How about that, a high realm, right?"