Mrs. and Mr. Smith

Chapter 469: 469: The Secret of the Hydrating Tower!

“Why are you telling me all this?” Elder Foster asked, squinting his eyes.

Dudley Lynch said nonchalantly, “You don’t need to know. If you don’t believe me, you can pretend I didn’t say anything.”

Having said that, Dudley Lynch turned around to leave.

“Dudley Lynch!” At that moment, Elder Foster suddenly roared.

He said coldly, “Do you think that, just because you have stepped into the half-step Martial Marquis stage, you can challenge my Great Saint Sect?”

Dudley Lynch turned around and smiled lightly: “Of course I have no such intention. Knowing that the Great Saint Sect, being the largest sect in the North, has a Martial Marquis, I would never think so impulsively.”

“But…”, he looked around, “Elder Foster, you’re not a Martial Marquis, right? As a fellow half-step Martial Marquis, I am not afraid of you.”

Subsequently, Dudley Lynch glanced around and continued, “And it seems like there’s no one here who could harass me.”

Elder Foster’s face became even colder. He stared at Dudley Lynch and said, “Don’t overestimate yourself, young man!”

After his words, Elder Foster swung his palm, and a fierce Inner Strength shot towards Dudley Lynch!

Dudley Lynch did not panic or fear. He snorted and lifted his hand to meet it!

“Boom!”

An explosion reverberated throughout the Great Hall!

The palm strike by Elder Foster instantly evaporated!

A proud Dudley Lynch said: “Elder Foster, you’re not my match.”

Elder Foster coldly responded: “Arrogance leads to trouble, young man!”

“I don’t see it that way.” Dudley Lynch said indifferently.

Initially, an arrogant Dudley Lynch had intentions to start his own sect, wanting to become a existence that can compete with, or even surpass the Great Saint Sect.

Even though he had lost to Ethan Smith, it didn’t change his ambition.

Yet, Elder Foster chuckled. He placed his hands behind his back and slowly said: “You think that just because the Martial Marquis is absent, you can act defiantly in the Great Saint Sect?”

Dudley Lynch remained quiet, neither confirming nor denying the remark.

“Then let me show you why the Great Saint Sect has been able to hold its position as the number one sect in the North!” Elder Foster roared, and suddenly a light shone from all around the Great Hall!

From each corner emitted an intense aura!

Weapons were hung on all four corners of the Great Hall!

“Hum!”

As the imposition of the weapons came, Dudley Lynch immediately felt an enormous weight and “plop,” he kneeled on the ground!

He tried to resist, but he found that he simply couldn’t withstand this force—it was too powerful!

“It’s a Martial Marquis Weapon, give up resisting…” echoed a hoarse voice in Dudley Lynch’s mind.

The Martial Marquis Weapon, despite being a weapon of a Martial Marquis, contained a trace of the Martial Marquis’s presence!

This was something a mere half-step Martial Marquis could not compare to.

“Argh!!”

The pressure kept intensifying, as if Dudley Lynch’s body was about to be crushed!

“Elder…Elder Foster, I…I was wrong…” Dudley Lynch yelled in desperation.

Elder Foster waved his hand, and the glowing lights began to fade.

“Dudley Lynch, do you comprehend the gap between our strengths now?” Elder Foster said coldly.

Dudley Lynch dared not respond.

He knew that there was a great difference between being a half-step Martial Marquis and a full-fledged Martial Marquis. But he had never imagined that a simple Martial Marquis Weapon could immobilize him.

If Elder Foster intended to kill him, this Martial Marquis Weapon could take his life effortlessly!

This was the characteristic of cultivation.

The higher the rank, the greater the discrepancy.

If a genius grandmaster had an exceptional talent, perhaps he could defeat other grandmasters.

However, no one had ever heard of a grandmaster who could defeat a half-step Martial Marquis.

And now, a Martial Marquis Weapon could easily suppress a half-step Martial Marquis. The gap between them was self-explanatory.

“Elder Foster, I admit I was rash…” Dudley Lynch bowed his haughty head.

Elder Foster snorted lightly, saying nonchalantly, “Speak. What is this treasure you mentioned?”

Dudley Lynch gritted his teeth, immediately revealing everything.

Upon hearing this, Elder Foster’s eyes couldn’t help but shimmer with interest.

“Is what you’re saying true?” Excitement tinged Elder Foster’s stare.

“Absolutely true!” Dudley Lynch asserted.

Elder Foster was silent for a moment, then ordered, “Have Franklin Duarte prepare the team and set off for Dolan immediately.”

“Yes.” His subordinates quickly assented.

A frosty glint crossed Dudley Lynch’s eyes.

“Since I can’t possess the Hydrating Tower, Ethan Smith, neither can you!” Dudley Lynch sneered inwardly.

At this time, Ethan Smith was aboard a flight to Dolan.

During the flight, he took out his phone and sent a message to the Lord of Medicine God Pavilion.

“Lord Pavilion Master, I urgently need a large quantity of herbs. I wonder if you could help me think of a way,” Ethan Smith wrote in his message.

Soon, the Pavilion Master’s reply came; it was extremely brief – just a simple “okay”.

Having obtained the Pavilion Master’s agreement, Ethan Smith breathed a sigh of relief.

The plane shot across the sky.

About three hours later, they finally landed in Dolan.

Not wasting any time, Ethan Smith hailed a taxi and went straight to the Kane Family Manor.

The Kane Family Manor was now unexpectedly masterless.

Upon Ethan Smith’s arrival, the place was already in ruins.

“Such a vast expanse of land is perfect for founding a sect,” Ethan Smith contemplated as he surveyed the massive grounds of the manor.

Coupled with the Hydrating Tower, he shouldn’t have any problem building a formidable sect.

Then, Ethan Smith walked towards the Hydrating Tower.

Below the Hydrating Tower, a row of Grandmasters stood guard.

Inside the Hydrating Tower, a Peak Form of Grandmaster was closely scanning his surroundings.

This person was none other than Franklin Duarte from the Great Saint Sect.

“It’s exactly as Dudley Lynch said,” Franklin Duarte’s gaze excited.

“No wonder Dudley Lynch and Ethan Smith have advanced so quickly. If I was in this Hydrating Tower, I would be no worse than them!” Franklin Duarte started to feel a little inflated.

He immediately took out his phone and called Elder Foster.

“Elder Foster, everything is as Dudley Lynch said,” Franklin Duarte said excitedly.

Elder Foster on the other end of the phone responded, “Very well. Guard the Hydrating Tower, I’ll be there as soon as possible!”

“Yes!” Franklin Duarte shouted in response.

After hanging up the phone, Franklin Duarte eagerly sat down cross-legged.

This great opportunity shouldn’t be wasted.

Below the Hydrating Tower, Ethan Smith looked at the row of Grandmasters, frowning slightly.

“Stop!” One of them shouted loudly.

“This place has been claimed by our Great Saint Sect. Get lost!”

“Great Saint Sect?” Ethan Smith frowned.

The sect rumored to be the largest in the North?

“Damn it, they found out about the Hydrating Tower,” Ethan Smith’s brow furrowed deeply.

No, he must hurry to discover the secrets of the Hydrating Tower. Otherwise, the Great Saint Sect will surely snatch it away!

Thinking of this, Ethan Smith slapped one man’s head to pieces.