The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 897: How Uncomfortable It Must Be to Slack Off and Wait for Death

Chapter 897: Chapter 897: How Uncomfortable It Must Be to Slack Off and Wait for Death

"Senior Brother Elijah," Carson asked?

Carson had never met Elijah White, but the token of a Nutwood Mountain Disciple couldn’t be faked.

Carson was pleasantly surprised, "Senior Brother, how did you get here?"

Elijah White said with a smile, "Other Sects travel in giant boats, with many people, looking imposing. It’s too pitiful for you to be all alone, little brother. I came to keep you company."

Carson was amused by Elijah’s words.

"Yes, it’s too pitiful. I’m even afraid of being bullied with no place to complain..."

Elijah White laughed and said, "How could that be? You’re now the captain of the elite team in Misrds State, commanding a group of chosen ones in battle. Facing hordes of beasts and formidable Demonic Beasts with calm and command, everyone respects you. Who would dare bully you? They’d be beaten up by the crowd."

Carson was surprised, "Senior Brother, you saw it?"

Elijah White chuckled, "I came early. I found you when you returned with the Flying Boat from Rajevols. I followed you and them to see the training; I initially wanted to see how strong you were, but surprisingly, you never made a move. Instead, I saw another side of you, not bad. In this respect, you’re stronger than us..."

Carson felt a surge of emotion. Although they had never met before, his senior brother obviously cared about and worried about him, quietly following him to the trial, which lasted more than ten days.

"Senior Brother, you’re so thoughtful. It’s mainly because I’m not as strong as them; I didn’t want to mess things up."

Elijah White chuckled, "Maybe, but I dare say, none of them, including that arrogant son of Kahdas, Bryant James, if put through the experiences you had these past few months, would have survived. Staying alive is the real skill."

Carson humbly said, "I was just luckier."

"Lucky? That too is a form of strength. And for a Cultivator, diligence is fundamental, talent is an advantage, but fortune is the most important."

Elijah White took out a piece of thin gauze from his pocket and handed it to Carson, "I can’t help with improving strength, but this little thing might help you if you’re in trouble or being chased; it could save you."

Carson took the gauze, curiously asking, "What’s this?"

"Cicada’s Mantle."

Elijah White explained with a smile, "I practice the Cicada Sutra. This magical treasure I crafted has two functions: the first is to completely shield your aura. Once you settle down and wrap yourself in it, it will isolate your aura. Even if someone has tagged you with a tracking mark, it can completely isolate it."

"The second function, the Cicada’s Mantle can create an illusion with the same aura as you, rapidly moving for at least a hundred miles, which can be used to lure enemies."

Carson’s eyes lit up, "Gold Cicada Shedding?"

Elijah White laughed, "That’s right, that’s the idea. With your current strength, it’s obviously impossible to traverse the True Dragon Secret Realm freely. If you encounter danger, just run and preserve your life."

Carson nodded, "Thank you, Senior Brother!"

Elijah White said lazily, "The True Dragon Secret Realm is an Ancient Battlefield, full of opportunities, but the most valuable thing there is that fallen True Dragon. Do you know what a True Dragon is?"

Carson blinked, "A real member of the Dragon Clan?"

Elijah White laughed heartily, "That’s not entirely wrong, but it’s not complete either. Like the Crimson Dragon King who is after you, his original form is also of a pure-blooded dragon, a notch above creatures like Jiao Long, yet he’s considered a Demon Dragon, not a True Dragon."

Curiously, Carson asked, "Then what counts as a real member of the Dragon Clan?"

Elijah White grinned, "To put it simply, those who have overcome the Heavenly Tribulation, shed all demonic energy, and transformed into pure immortal energy. That’s what we call a True Dragon."

Carson’s eyes widened, amazed, "An Immortal Dragon?"

Elijah White chuckled, "Yes, if not for the pursuit of becoming an immortal, do you think any Demon Dragon is worth such a pursuit for thousands of years, even that incredibly powerful Demon Emperor? People seek the Tomb of the Demon Emperor more to find the lost Emperor Sovereign Scripture and those lost Human Race treasures, not really for the Demon Emperor himself."

Carson thought about it and said, "So, what people are really chasing might not be the True Dragon itself, but... immortal traces?"

"Yes."

Elijah White nodded, smiling lazily, "After all, in the Barbaric Wilderness Realm, Hollow Void represents the peak of power, beyond which they cannot advance and where life is limited. For Cultivators below that level, it’s still manageable as they haven’t reached the peak and still have goals and motivation. But what about those at the Hollow Void or even Great Perfection stage?"

Carson chuckled, "Naturally, they try to find ways to continue ascending."

Elijah White spread his hands, his tone lazy, "That’s why you can’t blame them for their fervent pursuit of becoming immortals. Apart from that, they really don’t have much else to do. Frankly, they’re just bored and need to find something to do, to give themselves some spiritual pursuit and goals; otherwise, merely subsisting, how miserable that would