1274: Chapter 1274: I Don’t Want to Die, I Want to Live!
1274: Chapter 1274: I Don’t Want to Die, I Want to Live!
Princess Hail and Franklin Wyatt were shocked.
Ghost Tower?
Of course, they knew about it!
Since their ti, the Ghost Tower had already been an extrely unique and powerful existence.
Many peerless talents sought to conquer it, yet none succeeded.
Carson Flores, rely at the Divinity Transformation Stage, actually spoke with such certainty, rejecting even a friendship pact, and accepting only a master-servant contract where he was master and Ghost Tower the servant?
“Ghost Tower…
agreed?”
Heath Wells whispered, “Not yet, but the Ghost Tower is already helping Carson Flores suppress the Immortals.
What do you think?”
Princess Hail and Franklin Wyatt exchanged glances, a shift in the expression in their eyes as the trace of reluctance and pride in their hearts vanished in an instant.
The mighty Ghost Tower was willing to serve Carson Flores as its master, so what right did they have to act haughty?
The Ghost Tower could suppress an Immortal with a single blow, while an Immortal could reduce them to ashes in the snap of a finger.
In comparison, what were they?
The pride gone, worry took its place.
Would he accept their surrender?
Especially for Princess Hail, her heart was pounding; during their first encounter, she had chased Carson Flores to kill him, and surely he hadn’t forgotten that incident.
Franklin Wyatt, who had been quietly listening, said to Heath Wells with a cupped-fist salute, “Thank you, brother, for not holding grudges and for reminding us.
I’ll buy you a drink later.”
Heath Wells grinned.
Given the character of the wild Franklin Wyatt, he naturally wouldn’t say words such as ‘I’m sorry’.
Offering a drink already showed that he acknowledged Heath’s words and appreciated the gesture.
At that mont, Heath felt imnsely content.
The three fell silent, their thoughts varying as they looked up at Carson Flores in the sky.
Carson Flores floated quietly, his white garnts like snow, showing no signs of the disarray from undergoing the Heavenly Tribulation; instead, he seed more like an elegant gentleman, transcendent in his deanor.
There he was, motionless, yet he was like a black hole, continuously devouring the Spiritual Energy flowing into him like a mighty river, endless and insatiable like a bottomless pit.
Carson Flores’s aura kept rising, his imnse presence enveloping hundreds of miles.
Within that range, all Demonic Beasts trembled, huddling to the ground as if encountering their natural predator, daring not to stir.
Finally, the torrential influx of Spiritual Energy began to slow, and then stopped.
Cultivation advancent successful!
Carson Flores finally entered the Hollow Void Stage, becoming a Cultivator at the highest realm in the Barbaric Wilderness Realm.
Although not yet at Great Perfection, there were no more bottlenecks; what remained was simply accumulating more Spiritual Energy.
It was a matter of ti.
Carson Flores still had many unused Ghost Spirit Pills.
He wondered if he could advance one more minor realm.
He had already seen Princess Hail and the wild Franklin Wyatt, and he saw Heath Wells blocking them.
He flew down, suspending in front of the two.
“What brings you here?”
Princess Hail and Finlay Murphy exchanged a glance, and in that instant, their minds were made up.
Princess Hail imdiately knelt on one knee and perford a cupped-fist salute, “I am willing to serve Mr.
Flores as my master and dedicate my service to him.”
Seeing Princess Hail do so, Finlay Murphy also knelt cleanly on one knee and saluted with a cupped fist.
“I feel the sa!”
Carson Flores’s expression was calm, his gaze turning to Heath Wells: “What’s the situation?”
Heath Wells responded respectfully: “I sent them a ssage before, but they had been overseas.
Suddenly, the marks on their bodies vanished, and they didn’t understand what happened, so they ca to to find out…”
Carson Flores asked in surprise: “A mark?
Maggie Fitzgerald’s mark?”
“Yes.”
Heath Wells explained: “Either Maggie Fitzgerald t with trouble, or she abandoned their control willingly.
In any case, they are now free.”
Delight flickered in Carson Flores’s eyes; did this not suggest that the situation was shifting in favor of Cristopher Hopkins Immortal?
Carson Flores’s gaze fell on Princess Hail and Franklin Wyatt: “Now that Maggie Fitzgerald’s control over you is gone, and you are free individuals, isn’t it good to be free?
Why then do you wish to serve and lose that freedom?”
Princess Hail had already knelt down, and her previous thoughts had dissipated long ago.
She answered honestly, “We wish to follow Mr.
Flores and serve him, hoping that when Mr.
Flores ascends to the Immortal Realm, he could help us as well.”
“We might have been granted ten thousand years of life, but we have already spent that ti in the Valley of Death; our lifespans are nearly at their limits.
If we do not reach the Immortal Realm, our lives will soon co to an end.”
“I do not wish to die; I want to live.”
Wishing to live!
That reason was impeccable!
Carson Flores didn’t put on airs; after all, having such Demi Immortals and great masters at his service would be very beneficial to him now.
As for their request?
They were already Demi Immortals; going to the Immortal Realm was no difficult matter.
Even if there were so difficulties, with Cristopher Hopkins Immortal’s support, what problem couldn’t be solved?
“If you want to follow , you can, but I’ve only just reached the Hollow Void…”
Princess Hail replied crisply, “We are willing to surrender our True Souls and sign a contract.”
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