The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 1507: Wait for him to be eliminated, then I’ll suddenly appear...

Chapter 1507: Chapter 1507: Wait for him to be eliminated, then I’ll suddenly appear...

Carson Flores!

Cecilia Browning’s gaze swiftly returned to Carson Flores, scrutinizing him once again with a completely different expression than before.

So, he’s the man that Miss can’t stop thinking about!

Cecilia Browning observed Carson Flores as if she were a mother-in-law sizing up her future son-in-law.

Not bad-looking, tall enough, handsome but not overly delicate, exuding a rugged masculinity, focused and composed in his actions...

Hmm, he’s not bad, but his strength is lacking a bit.

Years ago, he ascended from the Barbaric Wilderness Realm and became immortal; now that I think about it, he’s probably at the level of a Human Immortal. Given his age and cultivation conditions, he is indeed quite remarkable, but compared to Miss, he is still far inferior.

Most importantly, I heard he already has a Daoist couple!

Miss is a proud daughter of the heavens—how could she possibly fall for a man who already has a Daoist couple? Would she share this man with another woman?

The white-haired elder, Vance Holt, listened to the conversation between the two with his gaze resting lightly on Carson Flores, still smiling silently, saying nothing.

He didn’t care how others viewed Carson Flores.

In his heart, he was deeply grateful to Carson Flores.

He had been a loyal subordinate of Nico Weaver, watching Cristopher Hopkins grow up day by day. Though he addressed her as "Miss," he regarded her as his own child.

Cristopher Hopkins had been missing for tens of thousands of years. Despite pouring his heart and soul into searching—a man who nearly overturned the entire Immortal Domains—he still couldn’t find her. Yet, in the end, she returned unharmed.

The one who saved her turned out to be a young man from the Lower Realm, the contemporary Human Emperor of the Barbaric Wilderness Realm!

Whether Cristopher Hopkins liked Carson Flores or intended to be with him, Vance Holt didn’t care. Firstly, his position didn’t allow him to interfere; secondly, after everything Cristopher had been through, he felt that as long as she was happy, nothing else mattered.

He did not doubt Carson Flores’s character. From Cristopher Hopkins’s recounting, he had already come to understand that Flores was a deeply charismatic man—otherwise, how could he possess the respect required to become the revered Human Emperor?

On the field, Carson Flores was wholly focused, entirely blocking out the external world. His attention was consumed entirely by the changes occurring inside the pill furnace.

Not a shred of error could be allowed.

Various herbal ingredients melted into liquid under the high heat of the Pill Fire and were immediately enveloped by Carson’s mental force, merging intricately together.

Time passed, and the lid of Carson’s pill furnace suddenly flew open, revealing a luminous green Hundred Herbs Pill, which fell neatly into the tray placed beside it.

Carson’s gaze rested on the Hundred Herbs Pill as he slowly exhaled, a slight smile appearing on his face.

Success!

Thank goodness I didn’t mess up at the last moment!

In the audience, Cristopher Hopkins looked at the Hundred Herbs Pill and showed a faintly surprised expression.

I really underestimated him.

He managed to refine it.

It seems he’s more capable than I thought—no wonder he dared to participate in the alchemist competition.

"Miss, shall we go meet him later?"

Cristopher Hopkins shook her head without hesitation: "No. I’ll just secretly watch him and see when he gets eliminated."

When you finally lose and feel downcast, that’s when I’ll appear suddenly. Humph, I wonder what sort of reaction you’ll have.

Cristopher Hopkins was quite looking forward to it.

On the competition field, the results were announced.

Out of a hundred competitors, only eight advanced.

This advancement rate was the lowest among all the assessment groups.

Carson Flores took the badge symbolizing his entry into the finals and left the field.

In one corner of the competition venue, Archie Cooke and Mia Malone watched Carson Flores’s departing figure with unfriendly expressions.

"The Hundred Herbs Pill may not be a premium elixir, but because there are so many ingredients involved, errors during fusion can easily lead to ruined pills. Carson Flores actually managed to complete it successfully—it seems he does have some skill after all," Mia said.

Archie Cooke sneered, "Well, isn’t that perfect? I was worried he might get eliminated right in the preselection round."

"I hope he lasts a little longer. I don’t care how capable he is—I just hope he crosses paths with me so I can personally eliminate him!"

...

The preselection round, which lasted several days, finally concluded, with a total of 2,156 alchemists passing the preliminary selection.

The first round of the finals began.

The competition format mirrored the preselection: one hundred participants per group, randomly drawn to attempt refining three kinds of elixirs, requiring competitors to successfully create at least two elixirs of above-standard quality to pass.

This time, the difficulty was significantly higher, as the elixirs to be refined were now intermediate-level—typically used by cultivators in the Divinity Transformation and Hollow Void levels.

The permission to fail once clearly accommodated those skilled in alchemy but who might be unlucky enough to draw elixirs they were unfamiliar with, sparing them from being eliminated in a single attempt.

Three opportunities to refine elixirs, with one allowed failure, tested the participants’ true capabilities more thoroughly.

Carson Flores was placed in Group Fourteen, competing on the third day.

When the referee supervisor announced the three elixirs drawn, Carson let out a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, none of them were particularly strange or unpredictable. While one was considerably more challenging, all were relatively mainstream elixirs.

He had practiced refining all three of these elixirs many times before. frёeωebɳovel.com

No significant issues.

Operating cautiously, Carson Flores successfully refined all three elixirs.

Out of the hundred competitors in the group, only twenty-five advanced—a three-fourths elimination rate.

Carson Flores advanced.

Two days later, the first round of the finals concluded.

Of the more than two thousand participants, most were eliminated, leaving only around four hundred.

The crowd had noticeably thinned.

Amid the crowd, Archie Cooke stared darkly at Carson Flores’s back.

That kid actually advanced!