The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Chapter 1119 If you can't hold onto the sand, just let it go!

The portal to the next level had appeared, but Lin Chen ignored it and rested on his own.

The severe injuries, coupled with the aftereffects of the Berserk Technique, left Lin Chen feeling weak and powerless.

The Life-Giving Pearl quickly healed his wounds, and Lin Chen then gave himself a recovery pill, sat cross-legged, and circulated his internal energy to quietly recover.

One can sit there for an entire day.

Lin Chen opened his eyes, and his eyes had regained their sparkle.

Full of energy!

Lin Chen stood up, stretched his arms and loosened his muscles, and then stepped into the portal.

Level 8!
How many levels do we have to overcome?
Ninth floor?

Nine passes?

I wonder how many rounds Zhao Feiyu has passed, and whether he has been eliminated?

Facing oneself is such a difficult hurdle; surely it's not just one person who will have to face it?
How will Zhao Feiyu break this deadlock?
Lin Chen imagined two naturally born Dao bodies, two Arhats, clashing in a spectacular display of power, and he felt a strong sense of anticipation to see it.

Lin Chen was stunned as he passed through the portal.

A clean room with a desk, on which sits a piece of paper and a pen.

There is nothing else besides this.

There were no ferocious monsters, no powerful cultivators, and no strange tests.

Lin Chen carefully observed the surroundings for a while, confirming that there were no traps or hidden enemies, before cautiously approaching the desk and looking at the paper.

White paper.

There was no paper at all.

What do you want me to do with a blank sheet of paper?
Write a 10,000-word summary of your experience conquering the challenge?
Or perhaps they could list a thousand reasons why they deserve to be the new master of the Ghost Tower?

Just as Lin Chen was filled with doubt, golden light suddenly flashed on the wall in front of him, and small golden characters appeared.

Lin Chen watched intently.

"What is the purpose of your spiritual practice? Write the answer on the paper."

Lin Chen blinked. Huh, a question and answer exercise?
What is this? Is it an expression of an ideal?

Do you judge your own competence based on your answers?
Anyone can say high-sounding words.

Why don't you just answer directly?
Why write it on paper at all?

Is it to see if my handwriting is good or bad, and to come up with some kind of "handwriting reflects the person" saying?

Lin Chen mentally complained, then began to ponder the answer to the question.

What is the purpose of hard work?
After pondering for a while, Lin Chen picked up the brush beside him and wrote a row of characters in a "dragon and phoenix dance" style.

"Live freely and well."

After finishing writing, the ordinary white paper suddenly emitted a faint golden light, and even the words he had just written seemed to glow with gold. However, the light gradually faded, as if being burned by gold. Lin Chen suddenly felt a strange palpitation. He stared at the gradually disappearing words on the paper, and a strange thought arose in his mind: Why did he feel like his true feelings were being verified?

I always feel like if what I write isn't my true thought, something bad might happen...

Lin Chen shook his head, banishing the thoughts from his mind.

That's really what I think, so what's there to be afraid of?

Be upright and honest!

The golden light on the paper disappeared, and the white paper returned to its original state, as if nothing had been written. At the same time, the golden writing on the wall also quickly disappeared.

The next second, golden lettering reappeared on the wall.

"As the new Human Emperor, when humanity faces a great life-or-death crisis, if you were to sacrifice yourself, you could save millions of people from danger. Are you willing to sacrifice yourself?"

Lin Chen smiled.

This time, without any hesitation, he immediately picked up his pen and began to write.

"I can do my best, but I'm not willing to sacrifice."

Lin Chen didn't write anything more.

That's basically the gist of it.

These were my honest thoughts, so why should I have to sacrifice myself?

Just live your life well, play it safe, protect the people you care about, develop your strength stealthily, and when you finally become powerful, you can fight back and save the rest of humanity, wouldn't that be great?

Being poor cares themselves, being wealthy cares the world.

Lin Chen wasn't that noble to risk his life for someone he didn't know.

"The Ghost Tower is very powerful, and there is a powerful spirit that controls the entire Ghost Tower. If you are the destined person of the Ghost Tower, the spirit will sign a contract with you. Which contract can you accept and give your reasons?"
Master-Servant Contract: Command the Spirit and Control the Ghost Tower?

A Friendship Contract: Peaceful Coexistence, Discussing Issues When Necessary?

Servant-Master Contract—Serving the artifact spirit, and praying to the spirit when you need help?

Wow, they've even put multiple-choice questions here!
Does asking this question mean that you have the opportunity to become the destined person and successor of the Ghost Tower?

Master and servant? Friend? Servant and master?

The one who set the question must be that powerful artifact spirit.

Is he asking this because he wants to find a powerful, promising, and promising person who is destined to be his master, and then have this person sign a servant-master contract with him to serve him as his master?
After all, the Ghost Tower has stood between heaven and earth for tens of thousands of years and killed countless Void Realm experts. How could it accept being regarded as a servant by the weak in its eyes and manipulated at will?

Lin Chen thought for a couple of seconds, then picked up his pen and wrote down his answer firmly.

"Master-servant contract."

Reason: If you can't hold onto the sand, then let it go!

(End of this chapter)