The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Chapter 1786: Chapter 1786: Would the Fellow Daoist of the Spirit-Separation Sect Please Reveal Yourself?

The shop assistant readily agreed.

Two ten-thousand Spirit Stones, how long would it take to earn that?

It’s just revealing some information, and the client didn’t even ask for confidentiality. If I don’t earn these Spirit Stones, wouldn’t it be a waste!

Carson Flores settled down comfortably in Seven Peaks City.

Ten days later, Carson received the information relayed by the shop assistant.

Carson appeared at the pharmacy’s entrance at the first opportunity, pretending to be a customer as he walked in.

There were a few customers shopping inside the store, and that shop assistant was busy behind the counter.

Carson walked up and randomly purchased a kind of medicinal herb.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, the shop assistant motioned to Carson with his lips, and Carson looked in the direction he indicated.

Two middle-aged men were chatting in a compartment; one wore black clothes, simple in style, while the other wore a long robe with the Myriad Medicine Pavilion emblem on it, looking like the shopkeeper of the Myriad Medicine Pavilion.

The man in black had a cold expression, listening to the shopkeeper speak without saying a word.

After Carson recognized the appearance of the man in black, he didn’t linger and directly left the pharmacy.

Roughly twenty minutes later, the man in black exited the store.

Carson nodded towards a blue-clad man in a corner, who then stood up and approached the man in black.

He swaggered up behind the man in black, reached out to pat the man’s shoulder, and laughed heartily: “Haha, Fellow Daoist Zhou…”

The man in black turned and looked at the man warily, and the man’s face immediately turned awkward.

“Ah, I’m sorry, I thought you were my friend, I mistook you for someone else, my apologies…”

The man in black eyed the man cautiously for a couple of seconds and, seeing no hostility, turned to leave.

After the man in black left, the man who reached out approached an alleyway entrance and handed a few strands of hair he had pinched to Carson.

Carson handed over a hundred ten-thousand Spirit Stones to the man, who left joyfully.

This man was a master thief whom Carson had scouted a few days prior. For the price of a hundred ten-thousand Spirit Stones, he fetched a few strands of hair from the target. It was quite an easy task for him.

Carson kept the strands of hair, stepped out of the alley, and followed the man in black from a distance in the bustling crowd.

The man in black leisurely walked out of the city gate and headed to a deserted place, then tossed out a small Flying Boat and sailed away.

Carson wasn’t in a hurry. He waited until the man disappeared from sight before taking out the Wind Cicada, acquired from extorting the Mountain Ridge Monarchy Sect.

Carson opened the Wind Cicada, placed a strand of hair inside its belly, ignited it, and finally injected Spiritual Power to activate the formation within.

The Wind Cicada emitted a faint glow, its wings vibrating, and it took off, flying forward.

Carson operated the Wind Cicada with one hand, using the Ground Shrinking Technique, and pursued it into the desert following its guidance.

The pursuit stretched over a thousand miles.

The yellow sand was like a sea, and the scorching sun burned like fire. Falling on this desert, each grain of sand seemed to turn to gold, shimmering with a golden glow.

Near a canyon, the Wind Cicada suddenly went still, and the glow on its body faded.

Carson collected the Wind Cicada and surveyed his surroundings.

The area was covered with yellow sand, and even this enormous canyon was filled with yellow sand, with no trace of human presence visible. Nonetheless, Carson was certain that the Spirit-Separation Sect was beneath this yellow sand.

The man in black being tracked should be a Disciple of Spirit-Separation Sect, and he had last appeared nearby before disappearing from sight.

If he were still outdoors, the Wind Cicada would have tracked directly to him. Now that it lost its target, the only explanation was that he entered the Sect, and the Sect Array’s concealment caused the Wind Cicada to lose its tracking capability.

Carson contemplated for a moment, canceling the Nascent Soul simulation effect, revealing his True Immortal aura, then hovered in mid-air, his voice carrying like thunder far and wide.

“Immortal Palace Envoy Chandler Flores, here to visit the Spirit-Separation Sect. I invite the fellow Daoists of Spirit-Separation Sect to show themselves!”

Since he was an Immortal Palace Envoy, having Nascent Soul Strength was evidently inappropriate.

The minimum strength of the Celestial Palace’s guard was a True Immortal. To use the identity of an Immortal Palace Envoy in dealings with the Spirit-Separation Sect, it had to match the strength.

With this shout, Carson’s voice spread for a hundred miles. He believed that even if the Spirit-Separation Sect was hidden underground, they would certainly be able to sense the commotion on the surface.

They would undoubtedly hear his words, but whether they would respond, Carson wasn’t certain.

Carson waited a few breaths and repeated his call. After doing so three times, he refrained from speaking further and silently hovered in the air, waiting.

Soon, Carson keenly sensed someone observing him from the shadows.

Unfazed, Carson continued to wait.

Five minutes later, an elder flew over from afar, hovering opposite Carson, scrutinizing him up and down.

“Are you the Immortal Palace Envoy?”

Carson produced the Immortal Palace Token, injected Spiritual Power, and proved his identity.

Carson had four Immortal Palace Tokens, corresponding to himself and the three forms—old, middle-aged, and young—of the Thousand Illusions Medallion.

This arrangement was meticulously prepared for Carson by Alfred Weaver, enabling him to appear as an Immortal Palace Envoy in any identity.

Carson smiled and cupped his hands in greeting: “Yes.”

The elder cupped his hands in response: “Elder Elian Eaton of the Spirit-Separation Sect, I greet Envoy Flores!”