663: Chapter 663: Where Are You Adventuring, You Are Here To Stock Up!_1 663: Chapter 663: Where Are You Adventuring, You Are Here To Stock Up!_1 After parting ways with the Snow Dragon Leopard King, Carson Flores left the Profound Ice mountain range and, after so thought, he headed towards the west.
Carson Flores suddenly missed the Lightning Mink that he had left with Shirley Miller.
If it had been here, he wouldn’t have to blunder around like a headless fly.
While chatting leisurely with Francisco Smith, Carson Flores had ntioned the Lightning Mink.
Francisco Smith told Carson Flores that Lightning Minks were intelligent and easily tad, with a combat power that was not low.
Most importantly, Lightning Minks had an exceptional sense of sll and were the best at finding spiritual dicines in the wilderness.
The Lightning Mink was with Shirley Miller, perhaps it could be of great help to her.
Better for the benefits to stay within one’s own people, good!
Carson Flores flew at a low altitude, searching for spiritual dicines and other valuable treasures along the way.
Spiritual dicines like the Ninth-Grade Lotus Platform, which require eight hundred to a thousand years to mature, were actually quite rare.
Most spiritual dicines and spirit fruits only need a few years, or several decades to grow.
With the Life Essence Pearl in his possession, he could completely ripen them in just a few hours.
For others, immature spiritual dicines that had no value posed no problem for Carson Flores; even if they were just a seedling, as long as he ca across them, he could quickly turn them into mature spiritual dicines.
Carson Flores journeyed with frequent stops and his harvest was plentiful.
Although top-tier spiritual dicines like the Ninth-Grade Lotus Platform were very rare, and most were of the quality of the Vermilion Blood Fruit, the sheer quantity made up for it.
The amount and quality of the spiritual dicines in Carson Flores’s Space Ring could certainly shock many people.
This isn’t an adventure, this is basically stockpiling goods!
Just as Carson Flores had put a fully-ripened Black-spotted Golden Fungi into a box and back into his Space Ring, a loud noise ca from the sky in the distance.
Turning his head, he saw a splendid glow like fireworks appearing in the sky, lingering for a long ti.
Carson Flores’s pupils constricted.
This was a signal for help that, once released, could be seen for dozens of miles around.
People nearby would see it and co to the rescue.
Carson Flores hesitated for a mont but ultimately decided to take flight on his sword, heading towards the area below where the fireworks had blossod.
To completely ignore soone in distress was still sothing he couldn’t do.
He would take a look from a distance.
If he could save them, he would; if not, he would make his getaway.
Sword Flight did not take much ti to cover dozens of miles.
Upon approaching, Carson Flores lowered his altitude and slowed down, gently moving closer.
The signal for help had co from a vast valley.
When Carson Flores reached the valley, he found that a large group of rescuers had already gathered there.
They were converging in the enormous valley, looking around in search of the person calling for help.
Carson Flores scanned the crowd and, upon seeing a figure in a white robe fluttering like a fairy, his gaze paused slightly.
Killian Jaramillo.
Unexpectedly, he had run into her here again.
Standing next to Killian Jaramillo was a graceful man, her tireless suitor Francisco Smith, dressed in green, his deanor elegant and extraordinary.
“Spread out and search.
Don’t go too far, and don’t act alone,” the one issuing the orders was an old man with white hair, floating mid-air.
His unique flying thod highlighted the fact that he was at the Nascent Soul Stage or higher, for only those who had reached the Nascent Soul Stage could fly with their physical bodies.
Seeing so many rescuers, Carson Flores thought that they didn’t seem to need his help.
He decided to watch from afar, but as he peeked from the mountain peak, the white-haired old man suddenly turned his head, his sharp gaze fixing on Carson Flores’s location.
“Who’s skulking about there?”
Carson Flores felt awkward.
Your senses are too keen.
With no other choice but to comply, Carson Flores took flight on his sword and directly descended into the valley.
Landing in front of the white-haired old man, Carson Flores clasped his fists, “Carson Flores, a disciple of Flying Waterfall Mountain Peak, saw the rescue signal and ca over to take a look.”
The white-haired old man sized up Carson Flores and nodded, touching his chin, “Move with the rest of the people.
Do not wander off; this place is a bit mysterious.”
Carson Flores acknowledged the instruction and then descended to join the crowd.
When Killian Jaramillo saw Carson Flores, a look of surprise appeared on her cool face, “Carson Flores, you’ve co too?”
Before Carson Flores could respond, he felt a sharp gaze from the side, filled with scrutiny and suspicion.
Carson Flores sighed internally, without a doubt, that gaze must belong to Francisco Smith.
Although Carson Flores had no intention of entangling himself with trouble, he and Killian Jaramillo were on good terms.
It wouldn’t be right not to respond to a greeting, right?
Moreover, he had saved Killian Jaramillo’s life; morally speaking, Francisco Smith should be thanking him, shouldn’t he?
Carson Flores smiled and said, “Yes, I happened to be nearby and saw the rescue signal, so I ca to take a look.”
Francisco Smith eyed Carson Flores suspiciously, then turned his head to ask, “Sister Killian, do you know him?”
Killian Jaramillo hesitated for a mont, fully aware of Francisco Smith’s temperant.
She considered how to avoid causing trouble for Carson Flores.
While she didn’t like Francisco Smith, she couldn’t stop his relentless pursuit nor prevent him from targeting others.
After all, she couldn’t just kill him because he favored her, could she?
Carson Flores smiled faintly, “Previously, I was chased by a Snow Dragon Leopard.
Miss Killian happened to pass by and killed the Snow Dragon Leopard, saving from great distress…”
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