Mrs. and Mr. Smith - Chapter 477 - Chapter 477: Chapter 477: Entering the Warehouse!_1

Chapter 477: Chapter 477: Entering the Warehouse!_1

Having said that, the Pavilion Master strode out of the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.

Although Fifth Elder was worried, he was powerless and could only watch from the sidelines.

There was a wide street at the entrance of the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.

At this moment, the street was empty except for the rustling sound of the wind.

Standing on the desolate street, the Pavilion Master calmly said, “You’ve come. Show yourselves.”

Silence pervaded the shadows.

Within half a second, several figures leaped out from the darkness!

Ten half-step Martial Marquises surrounded the Pavilion Master.

They exuded powerful and terrifying auras that engulfed the entire street.

Clearly, they wanted to teach the Pavilion Master a lesson.

“So, you intend to besiege my Divine Alchemist Pavilion?” Pavilion Master raised her eyebrows, and suddenly her aura burst forth!

The collision of multiple auras instantly caused the air to roar intensely!

“Pavilion Master, you misunderstand.” The ten half-step Martial Marquises suppressed their auras.

The leader, Hawk Hook Nose, stepped forward with a faint smile, “We’ve long heard that Pyro’s Medicine God Pavilion has an unparalleled Pavilion Master. Today, it seems the reputation is deserved.”

With an expressionless face, Pavilion Master said, “No need for flattery.”

Hawk Hook Nose slightly bent himself and continued, “Pavilion Master, I know you want to protect Ethan Smith, but our Halcroen Sect also absolutely needs him.”

“I know your Divine Alchemist Pavilion is powerful and holds a high status in Pyro, but Ethan Smith has deeply offended me, and this hatred must be avenged.”

The Pavilion Master furrowed her brows as she looked at Hawk Hook Nose, “Don’t bother with such nonsense.”

Hearing her words, Hawk Hook Nose burst into laughter.

“Alright, then please hand over Ethan Smith,” Hawk Hook Nose said casually.

“Another demanding me to hand someone over.” The Pavilion Master shook her head.

She glanced at Hawk Hook Nose and said, “Do you believe that with one phone call, I can ensure you won’t escape Pyro?”

Upon hearing this, everyone’s faces changed dramatically!

The complexion of Hawk Hook Nose also gradually turned ugly.

“Pavilion Master, we mean no disrespect. It’s just that we are following orders, and we cannot return without completing our task,” Hawk Hook Nose said coldly.

“We hope Pavilion Master won’t make things difficult for us.”

The Pavilion Master smiled faintly, “Alright, in a month’s time, I will let Ethan Smith leave the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.”

“At that time, no matter how you want to deal with it, I won’t interfere.”

Hawk Hook Nose frowned, “Is Pavilion Master serious? This isn’t a delaying tactic, is it?”

“True. What if you’ve informed the Pyro authorities, and we end up in trouble.”

Pavilion Master said indifferently, “If you don’t trust me, then do as you please.”

After dropping these words, the Pavilion Master turned to leave.

Hawk Hook Nose quickly stopped her and took a deep breath, “Alright, I believe that Pavilion Master is a person who keeps her word.”

“But… what if you go back on your word by then?”

Pavilion Master said lightly, “In a month, if Ethan Smith hasn’t left the Divine Alchemist Pavilion, I will face you all in his place.”

The implication was clear.

If Ethan Smith did not leave the Divine Alchemist Pavilion in a month, the Halcroen Sect could act against her instead.

For the Halcroen Sect, the allure of the Divine Alchemist Pavilion’s master was also strong.

After all, her alchemy skills were unparalleled in the world.

“Alright,” Hawk Hook Nose bowed slightly.

“We’ll wait here then. If we don’t see him in a month, don’t blame us for any offense.”

Without any further words, the Pavilion Master turned and returned to the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.

At this moment, Ethan Smith was carefully examining the storage warehouse of the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.

In the vast warehouse, countless herbs were planted.

These herbs were growing at a visible speed, far beyond imagination.

Endless spiritual qi surged in waves.

This qi was incredibly soothing, making one’s blood boil in their veins.

It was precisely because of the existence of this warehouse that the Divine Alchemist Pavilion could stand tall for so long.

Could there be some hidden treasure in this warehouse that provided an inexhaustible supply of spiritual qi?” Ethan Smith suddenly thought, his eyes unconsciously looking at the ground.

A normal spiritual energy gathering formation could not provide such an abundance of spiritual qi.

Even if all the qi in River Town were gathered here, it wouldn’t be enough.

There must be some hidden treasure,” Ethan thought to himself.

This was only possible because it was the Divine Alchemist Pavilion; otherwise, it would have been taken away by others.

It’s best to cultivate as soon as possible. Within a month, I should be able to reach the half-step Martial Marquis realm,” Ethan thought to himself.

He took out the Three Pure Ancient Tree and found a place to sit down.

Then, he began his dull cultivation.

At a glance, one could see a young man sitting amidst lush, green medicinal herbs, with a small emerald tree on top of his head.

A small vortex of spiritual qi formed around Ethan’s body.

Ethan’s body absorbed the spiritual qi as if he were starving and dehydrated.

Three days later.

“What on earth are these Halcroen Sect people doing?!” Elder Foster, who had not yet left, couldn’t help cursing in secret.

“It’s been three days, and they still haven’t made a move.”

“Elder Foster, after all, this is the Divine Alchemist Pavilion, and the Halcroen Sect is on the blacklist. They shouldn’t dare to openly act against it,” someone beside him said.

“Yes, Elder Foster, why don’t we… go back and consult our sect master?”

Elder Foster remained silent, but he agreed with the suggestion in his heart.

“You two stay here; the rest of you come back to the Great Saint Sect with me,” Elder Foster ordered.

“Yes.”

Elder Foster left without hesitation and returned to the Great Saint Sect.

The Great Saint Sect had a spiritual spring.

This spiritual spring provided an endless supply of resources.

A major sect must have enough resources in order to stand tall and undefeated.

Some sects even relied solely on a single heaven-and-earth resource to establish their foundations.

At this moment, a young man sat near the spiritual spring.

“It’s still not working!” The youth opened his eyes, a trace of frustration on his face.

“Entering the Military Marquis Realm isn’t that easy…” a hoarse voice echoed in his mind.

The young man was none other than Dudley Lynch.

A hint of anger flashed across Dudley’s fac,e and he clenched his fists, shouting angrily, “If I don’t step into the Martial Marquis Realm, how am I going to kill Ethan Smith?!”

“Ethan Smith has humiliated me! Now, this Number One Person of the Central Plains has become a laughingstock!”

“If I don’t kill him, I’ll never have a chance to recover!”

Dudley roared wildly, clearly on the verge of collapse.

“It’s simple… just give your body to me, and you’ll be able to kill him…” The hoarse voice came again.

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