The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 2362: The Eerie Old Man Who Appeared Without a Sound
As a large number of cultivators flocked from the North Sea and Eastern Radiance to witness the sect dispute, Moonrise City was already overcrowded, so many cultivators camped out in the wilderness.
Camping out in the wilderness is not a big deal for cultivators. After all, they possess spells and magical treasures and don’t really need to sleep outside unprotected. However, it doesn’t mean they are entirely safe.
Although this is Moon God Island, under the jurisdiction of the Moon God Sect, the sect only maintains order within the city, not outside in the wilderness. This has created a situation where the city is peaceful while conflicts are rampant outside.
There is still a bit of time before the sect dispute begins; neither the Sea God Sect nor the Three Sects of Eastern Radiance have arrived.
Perhaps they are already prepared, but they will certainly appear only as the date draws near.
This temporarily thwarted Carson Flores’ plan to join the Three Sects of Eastern Radiance camp for some excitement, leaving him with only the option to camp out in the wilderness like the other cultivators.
Carson chose a very secluded valley, preferring not to be disturbed.
He set up a simple protective formation in the valley, a routine procedure for cultivators camping outdoors. These temporary formations don’t possess great power; they mainly serve as concealment and warnings.
Even when camping in the wild, one doesn’t want to be watched by passersby while practicing or sleeping, after all.
Cultivators have keen senses; typically, if someone approaches, whether practicing or sleeping, they can easily sense it. However, if the other party conceals their life force, detection is not guaranteed.
In such cases, the intruder must breach the formation, alerting the controller immediately.
As night falls, fierce vibrations suddenly come from a distance, abrupt and brief.
Violeta Herrera looks up, "Is someone fighting?"
Carson Flores lies on the bed, speaking leisurely, "With so many cultivators gathered here, and the Moon God Sect disregarding the outside city’s order, fighting is too normal."
Carson speaks the truth; where many cultivators gather, there are bound to be conflicts and grudges, possibly even bandits exploiting the chaos to plunder goods.
As the Moon God Sect has stated they won’t manage outside the city, anyone who gets attacked can only blame their misfortune.
Selah Ellison senses it and laughs, "The fight was brief, clearly showing a huge disparity in strength, with one side being directly crushed."
Carson Flores, hands behind his head, responds leisurely, "There must be plenty of fighting outside the city these days. As long as no one bothers us, other matters are irrelevant to us."
Carson’s words were accurate; throughout the night, Carson and the others sensed no less than ten battles. Some ended swiftly, while others were protracted, occasionally even witnessing people hastily crossing the sky.
By day, Carson and the others returned to Moon City again, indulging in shopping and buying numerous clothes, cosmetics, and more, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
By evening, they returned to the previously chosen valley, lighting a fire to cook.
Though their strength had reached Great Land Supreme, reducing their need for food, it didn’t prevent them from enjoying culinary delights, especially top-notch rare ingredients beneficial for cultivation.
Carson Flores leisurely cooked, and soon, the aroma spread afar.
"The last dish is ready, let’s eat..."
Carson was just taking the last dish out of the pot when he suddenly felt something wasn’t right.
Earlier, the three women chatted with him, so why did they suddenly fall silent?
Carson turned abruptly, his body tensing up.
Beside the makeshift dining table, an elderly man dressed in black leaned close, quietly sniffing the dishes on the table.
Carson’s heart contracted sharply, unable to hide the fright in his eyes.
Who was this elderly man in black?
When did he appear?
It was one thing not sensing his approach, but he was inside the formation, beside the table, so close, and Carson felt no presence whatsoever?
Though he stood there, he seemed like air, unnoticed by anyone.
Lilianna Norman and the other two women stood aside, their gazes fixated on the elderly man, eyes full of fear.
The old man wore plain robes, simple yet clean, with hair and beard white as snow, carefully groomed, and bore only a single simple wooden hairpin with no other adornment.
"Hmm, fragrant!"
"Heavenly Fragrance Fungus Threads, Golden Dragon Abalone...tsk tsk, all rare items."
"Looks like I’m in for a treat today."
The old man flicked his sleeve and directly sat on the chair. Simultaneously, the last dish Carson had just finished flew into the air, landing before the elder.
Without glancing at Carson, the old man picked up chopsticks and began to feast, completely ignoring Carson and the others.
Carson’s mind trembled with horror, "Who is this person?"
"He seems incredibly powerful?"
