Mrs. and Mr. Smith

More than one person has said that the Immortal Slaying Sect was the number one sect back in the day. If he could obtain a chance here, it could definitely change his life.

“Let’s hurry up and set off. Don’t waste any more time,” Ethan Smith urged, worried about the outside world.

The man with the mustache rolled his eyes and said, “What’s the rush? I need to prepare. This is the Immortal Slaying Sect. If we touch something we shouldn’t, we could be stuck here.”

After that, the man with the mustache took out several magical artifacts from his pocket.

These artifacts were all peculiar, with pestles, bowls, and a dense array of characters.

Ethan Smith couldn’t help but ask curiously, “What are these?”

The man with the mustache replied, “These are obtained from Western Buddhism. They possess the purest power of faith and can be used for protection.”

Ethan Smith nodded and didn’t inquire further.

Being extremely exhausted, he decided to take this opportunity to rest.

…

Outside world.

It seemed that everyone had already grown used to the news of Ethan Smith’s death.

There were very few people who still held out hope, as Ethan Smith hadn’t appeared for an entire month.

Inside Green Moon Villa.

A white-haired young man was sitting by a Spiritual Spring, absorbing the qi from it.

This young man was none other than Edward Green.

Ever since learning about Ethan Smith’s death, Edward Green’s playful demeanor had vanished completely, only to be replaced by a determined, hardworking young man.

Sofia Carrillo chose to return to the Divine Alchemist Pavilion. She had originally left because of Ethan Smith.

Now that Ethan Smith was no longer around, there was nothing for her to pine over.

“Who allowed you to cultivate here?”

At this moment, two people approached and pointed at Edward Green, shouting at him.

Edward Green opened his eyes. Anger flashed across his brow, but he ultimately held it back.

He then got up, turned around, and left the Spiritual Spring.

Walking to the Great Hall, he entered a boudoir.

The person living in this room was Polly Reeves.

Edward Green pushed open the door and entered the room.

Upon seeing Edward Green, Polly Reeves slowly stood up, her face somewhat unpleasant as she said, “Edward Green…”

Edward Green took a deep breath and said, “Patriarch Reeves, I plan to leave Green Moon Villa.”

A look of loss flashed across Polly Reeves’ face as she frowned, “Why…why?”

Edward Green said solemnly, “Mr. Smith is no more, and Green Moon Villa has fallen into the hands of traitors. It’s time for me to leave.”

Polly Reeves opened her mouth to speak, then sighed, “It’s dangerous for you to venture out alone. You don’t have Ethan Smith to rely on anymore.”

Upon hearing this, a flicker of pain crossed Edward Green’s face.

Then, he said solemnly, “It’s precisely because I relied too much on Mr. Smith this past year that I haven’t made much progress.”

“If I had been persistent in my cultivation, maybe…maybe I could’ve helped Mr. Smith, or at least killed that Toby Bacchus!”

Polly Reeves’ lips quivered as if wanting to say something, but in the end, she only gave a silent nod.

“I wish you a smooth journey,” said Polly Reeves.

Edward Green hummed in acknowledgement, then turned around and left the place.

Although Polly Reeves was still the sect master of Green Moon Villa, she had long become a puppet.

Toby Bacchus had become the real master.

Toby Bacchus kept Polly Reeves around for only one reason: she still held a certain level of prestige within Green Moon Villa!

Even if Toby Bacchus wanted to seize control of Green Moon Villa, he had to slowly empty Polly Reeves of her power.

At the center of Green Moon Villa was a huge statue.

The statue, in the shape of Ethan Smith, looked powerful, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, wielded an air of arrogance and an unrivaled demeanor.Toby Bacchus looked up at the statue and sneered, “Ethan Smith, I knew you’d die sooner or later, but I didn’t expect it to be so soon.”

“Once I completely take back the Great Saint Sect, your statue will disappear!”

…

Capital City Martial Arts Association.

In the past month, the Capital City Martial Arts Association has trained many experts, eight of whom have become newly-promoted Military Marquises!

Moreover, there are rumors that someone in the Capital City Martial Arts Association has reached the Peak Form of Military Marquis, second only to Martial Saint!

This achievement has brought the Capital City Martial Arts Association unprecedented success, and their prestige has been further deepened!

During this time, the elegantly dressed young men from various aristocratic families have also entered the realm of Military Marquis.

The most outstanding among them have even reached the mid-term Military Marquis stage.

Such as Dominic Taylor, Blaise Rhodes, and Brian Bradley.

With Ethan Smith dead, Capital City seemed to have quieted down, and everything was developing smoothly.

Since Ethan Smith’s death, the city has been much more peaceful,” said an old man on the rooftop of the Capital City Martial Arts Association, leaning back with his hands behind him.

“Yeah, the emergence of this troublemaker made us really sweat,” said Davy Barnett behind the old man.

The old man glanced at Davy Barnett and said, “We had Jackson Harris before and Ethan Smith after, I wonder who will be next.”

Davy Barnett sneered, “No matter who it is, we’ll crush them in the bud!”

“Besides, the strength of the Capital City Martial Arts Association has gotten even stronger now, not to mention the next Ethan Smith, even if Ethan Smith was still alive, he wouldn’t cause us so much trouble as before.”

The old man remained silent, just nodding his head.

…

Divine Alchemist Pavilion.

Jackson Harris made a rare appearance in the Pavilion Master Building.

The two sat facing each other, sipping tea lightly.

“In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed,” Jackson Harris said with a slight sigh.

“Yes,” the Pavilion Master nodded.

“The time has passed so quickly, I guess all the people in Capital City must be very happy now,” continued the Pavilion Master.

Suddenly, Jackson Harris paused and asked, “Martha Evans, do you really think Ethan Smith is dead?”

Hearing this, the hand holding the tea in the Pavilion Master suddenly stopped midway.

She put down the tea and laughed, “We both probably know the answer in our hearts.”

Jackson Harris couldn’t help stroking his beard and laughing.

A moment later, Jackson Harris said in a deep tone, “The Capital City Martial Arts Association has hated Ethan Smith profoundly, and his disappearance now is a good choice.”

“Yes,” agreed the Pavilion Master.

“The Capital City Martial Arts Association has reached their limit when it comes to tolerating him. I have no doubt they would have sent out the Martial Saint if Ethan Smith had continued on his path.”

“Yeah,” sighed Jackson Harris.

He put down the teacup in his hand and said, “I hope Ethan Smith can understand the truth and continue to hide.”

“By the way, have you seen Duane Taylor recently?” Jackson Harris suddenly asked.

The Pavilion Master shook her head and said, “Since the news of Ethan Smith’s death, Duane Taylor has disappeared like a ghost. I sent people to investigate, but they found nothing.”

“He even cancelled the registration of his previous companies.”

Jackson Harris’s brows furrowed slightly, as if worried.

However, the Pavilion Master smiled and said, “Mr. Harris, don’t think too much. Duane Taylor is much stronger than we imagined.”

Hearing this, Jackson Harris just nodded and didn’t ask any more questions.

…

Inside the Immortal Slaying Sect.

The man with the mustache was carefully drawing some strange symbols on a piece of paper.

After a whole night, the mustache man finally finished.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and exclaimed excitedly, “We can set off now!”