The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Maedryn Cobb’s eyes lit up with joy.

Raelith Rhodes glanced at him and instantly knew what he was thinking. This man who’d been raised by a Nightmare Beast had always relied on slaughter and plunder; he was probably already thinking about how to kill people and seize Points.

"Points can be freely traded, but they can’t be plundered. Once it’s found out, all your Points will be cleared, and you’ll be kicked out of Immortal Gathering Island. All previous contracts will be voided. You may not die, but you’ll end up with nothing, and everything you did before will all turn into a waste of effort."

Maedryn Cobb’s expression froze, thick disappointment flashing in his eyes. He curled his lips but said nothing.

Carson Flores had more or less figured things out by now.

So this Maedryn Cobb was planning to stay too.

Curious about Maedryn Cobb’s goal, Carson Flores risked exposing himself and asked, "Young Master Cobb, as a Disciple of Myriad Immortals Palace, did you also come here under orders to carry out a mission?"

Maedryn Cobb shook his head. "No. I obtained a Convoker Token and came here privately. It has nothing to do with Myriad Immortals Palace."

Carson Flores let out an "oh," secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and didn’t keep pressing, lest he draw attention.

Carson Flores stopped asking, but Maedryn Cobb took the initiative to speak. "I came here to see if there was a suitable Cultivation Technique. After talking for a while, turned out there is, so I stayed. I’ll probably be here for a long time."

Someone nearby asked, "Does Myriad Immortals Palace not have Cultivation Techniques? Young Master Cobb, you’re one of the key talents they’re grooming; there’s no need for you to come to Immortal Gathering Island to study, right?"

Maedryn Cobb replied, "The path I walk is very niche. Myriad Immortals Palace does have corresponding Cultivation Techniques, but they’re not particularly good. Myriad Immortals Palace may reign over the Ten Thousand Immortals Domain and possess countless Cultivation Techniques and magical treasures, but even they don’t dare claim that for every type of Cultivation Technique, theirs is the very best."

Maedryn Cobb spread his hands. "The Cultivation Technique I practice isn’t bad, but if I want to climb to a higher peak, I have to switch to a better one. The Hall Master understands my situation, so he’s temporarily given me leave and let me arrange things myself."

After hearing Maedryn Cobb’s words, Carson Flores finally relaxed completely.

If the Abyssal Sect was only looking for Niall Sinclair, fine. But if they came looking for Snow Zane or for him as well, wouldn’t that mean one more person he’d have to deal with?

Yes, Carson Flores had already decided: he would find a chance to get rid of Raelith Rhodes.

The moment Raelith Rhodes made his mission clear, Carson Flores had already made up his mind.

Niall Sinclair was together with Carson’s whole family. Even though the group included two Great Land Prime Immortals, Ben Singleton and Oraya Lorne, Ben Singleton’s body still hadn’t fully recovered, and his combat strength was weak. The two of them together definitely couldn’t stop the Ancestor of Abyssal Sect.

If the Ancestor of Abyssal Sect really found Niall Sinclair, the unlucky one wouldn’t just be Niall Sinclair—it would be Carson’s entire family.

Once a man has a family, he has a weakness.

Since the Abyssal Sect was chasing this to the bitter end, Carson Flores had only one option: silently erase Raelith Rhodes and cut this matter off at the root.

As long as Raelith died and the reward hadn’t been fully paid, wouldn’t the whole thing be over?

Only those who possess a Convoker Token can enter Immortal Gathering Island. Not to mention now—even in the next five hundred years, people from the Abyssal Sect probably won’t have the chance to get in.

Besides, five hundred years from now, Carson might not even be afraid of that Ancestor of Abyssal Sect anymore. Even if that guy somehow found a way to come knocking, it might well be him coming to deliver himself as a free meal!

Time!

Compared to these powerhouses, what Carson Flores lacked was time!

"Ding."

A crisp strike of an instrument rang through the entire great hall, drawing everyone’s attention.

Amid swirling Immortal qi, a tall woman with bare fragrant shoulders, dressed in a gauzy dress, drifted gracefully into view.

She walked forward with slow, elegant steps, instantly drawing the gaze of every man.

The moment Carson Flores saw her, he knew who she was.

Nereida Fairy, Nereida Nash.

Nereida Nash wore a gentle, soft smile as she walked all the way over, then began a light, tender dance amidst the curling white mist.

Her Gauze Clothes fluttered; her jade-like arms were soul-stealing.

She wasn’t baring that much skin, yet she gave off a very "provocative" feeling, like an invisible little hand reaching straight into your heart, making it itch, making you want to do something.

Her dance was intoxicating, soul-hooking, spirit-seizing.

When the dance ended, the entire great hall fell silent as a grave.

After watching, Carson Flores couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotion. This was a woman—this was what a woman should be!

The best at teasing a man’s heart, the best at stirring a man’s desire to conquer!

Carson Flores swept his gaze around the hall. Even though everyone present was a prodigy or a hero, many could no longer control their expressions; their eyes burned with fervent, obsessed light.

Carson looked again at Nereida Nash, only to realize that from beginning to end, her face had been veiled by a layer of mist like seven-colored clouds, hiding her features.

It felt as if you had seen her face, yet you couldn’t describe what it actually looked like. You were left with only one impression.

So beautiful!

This dance belongs only in heaven!

After finishing the dance, Nereida Nash didn’t pause at all. She drifted away, taking with her the hearts of many men in the hall.

Many men’s eyes showed a look of firm resolve, making Carson Flores secretly sigh. Who says Immortals are indifferent to lust?

It’s not that they’re not lustful—it’s just that the women weren’t beautiful enough!

See? Their hearts are already moved.