Mrs. and Mr. Smith-Chapter 342 - : Leaving the Divine Alchemist Pavilion

Chapter 342: Chapter 342: Leaving the Divine Alchemist Pavilion

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Ethan Smith, who had just finished refining the Pill, had no intention to rest and turned towards the residence of the Pavilion Master.

The residence of the Lord of Medicine God Pavilion was situated at the deepest part of the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.

Initially, the Divine Alchemist Pavilion was constructed amidst a massive canyon, while the Pavilion Master’s residence was established right atop the canyon.

Living on high grounds, it overlooked almost half of the city, like a sky-high pavilion.

More importantly, the scenery above it was elegantly decorated, featuring a landscape of mountains, rivers, and ponds. The residence was filled with an ancient charm.

Ethan Smith reached the bottom of the residence and leapt towards the Pavilion with a lunge.

However, the moment Ethan Smith began to rise into the air, he was slapped down by an immense force!

This force was incredibly overbearing, striking Ethan Smith down to the ground like a fly.

The person who made the move was the Pavilion Master herself.

Standing atop the pavilion, she looked down at Ethan Smith and spoke indifferently, “Who allowed you to come up?”

Ethan Smith picked himself up from the ground, cursing her silently in his heart.

This damned woman, her face changes so quickly!

“Pavilion Master, I have a request,” Ethan Smith said respectfully.

The Pavilion Master glanced at Ethan Smith and huffed, “Remember, next time, you’re not allowed to come up without my permission.”

“Understood, Pavilion Master.” Ethan Smith responded with a wry smile.

Then, the Pavilion Master turned around and disappeared from sight.

Ethan Smith scratched his head and thought to himself, “Does this mean she’s letting me come up?”

After contemplating for a moment, Ethan Smith attempted to leap up to the Pavilion again.

This time, the Pavilion Master did not slap Ethan Smith down.

Instead, she sat by the pond, casually sipping her tea.

As Ethan Smith approached and was about to speak, he detected the unique fragrance from the tea leaves.

“Pavilion Master, this tea … is quite extraordinary,” Ethan Smith said as he stared at the teacup.

“Enlightenment Tea,” she replied indifferently.

Upon hearing these three words, Ethan Smith’s body tensed up dramatically!

Enlightenment Tea! The Pavilion Master also has Enlightenment Tea! “You…” Ethan Smith opened his mouth, inevitably reminiscing about his father!

Could it be… The Pavilion Master also knew his father?

“What, very surprised?” the Pavilion Master glanced at Ethan Smith.

Ethan Smith shook his head, deciding not to dwell on it further.

“Lord Pavilion Master, I have a request,” Ethan Smith said earnestly.

“You want to advance your qualifications and seclude yourself for cultivation?” the Pavilion Master took a sip of the tea and effortlessly revealed Ethan Smith’s plan.

Ethan Smith was slightly startled and asked, “How did you know?”

The Lord Pavilion Master ignored the question. She casually replied, “I’m afraid you won’t have time to seclude for cultivation.”

“No time for seclusion?” Ethan Smith was taken aback.

He expressed his confusion, asking, “What do you mean?”

The Pavilion Master stood up, looking at the pond in front of her and slowly said, “You should hurry to Capital City and spend some time with your little girlfriend.”

“Spend time with little girlfriend … Are you referring to Emily Taylor?” Ethan Smith’s expression changed.

He anxiously inquired, “Lord Pavilion Master, has something happened to Miss

Taylor?”

“Something happened?” A trace of contempt flashed across the Pavilion Master’s face.

“She is the princess of the Taylor family, the apple of Duane Taylor’s eye… what could possibly happen to her?”

Ethan Smith frowned and asked, “Then, what do you mean by…”

Her face turned icy, and she replied curtly, “You talk too much; do you expect others to explain everything to you?”

After saying these words, the Pavilion Master waved her wide sleeve, and a terrifying force instantly sent Ethan Smith flying off the pavilion.

This force was overwhelmingly terrifying, embedding half of Ethan Smith’s body into a stone wall.

It took Ethan Smith immense effort to extricate his head from the stone.

This damned woman, her mood swings are even faster than the weather!

But… what did she mean by what she said?

Ethan Smith pondered this question as he headed towards his own mansion.

The residence that formerly belonged to the Third Elder had been emptied and was now Ethan Smith’s home.

Just as Ethan arrived at the entrance, a stark pain flashed through his heart again.

The sensation was fleeting, but deeply unsettling.

All day long, Ethan did not leave his mansion.

His mind was filled with the words of the Pavilion Master.

“What does she mean by that?”

By nightfall, Ethan stood by a small bridge in the Divine Alchemist Pavilion, staring into the calm waters of a lake.

“Plop! ”

A carp leapt powerfully from the river and crossed over the dragon gate.

But in that very moment, the carp flipped upside down, its eyes turning white, and it died.

Its carcass quietly sank down into the river.

Ethan furrowed his brows, his eyes fixedly watching the fish.

“This fish, throughout its lifetime, was dedicated to crossing the dragon gate,” a voice came from behind Ethan.

He turned to find the Pavilion Master.

Ethan immediately bowed, greeting, “I pay my respects to the Pavilion Master.” Ignoring his courtesy, she pointed at the lake and asked, “Do you know how it died?”

Ignoring his courtesy, she pointed at the lake and asked, “Do you know how it died?”

Ethan gazed at the lake, pondering for a moment, and then replied, “Died of old age?”

“Correct, seems you aren’t that dull.” The Pavilion Master languidly stretched.

She yawned, saying “I’m tired. Time to rest.”

She disappeared instantaneously after uttering those words.

“Died of old age…” Ethan murmured softly.

His expression suddenly changed, as though he had realized something.

“Could it be… Mike Taylor?” Ethan seemed to understand what the Pavilion Master meant!

Mike Taylor had reached the end of his natural lifespan. Coupled with the insinuations made by the Lord of the Medicine God Pavilion, Ethan finally understood!

“Mike Taylor…” Ethan uttered softly, a vague pain welling up in his heart.

He looked towards the lake again, then jumped and landed on the surface of the water.

Ethan waved his mighty hand, scooping up the dead carp from the river.

Then, he placed his palm on the fish’s body, a surge of qi flowing from his hand into the fish.

The carp, previously dead, began to slowly come back to life!

Ethan returned the carp to the lake, a flash of determination evident in his eyes.

Although Ethan didn’t say a word, it was as if he had made a profound resolution.

This scene did not escape the watchful eyes of the Pavilion Master.

She silently watched Ethan’s retreating figure, murmuring, “He really is quite like his father.”

The next day.

Ethan packed his belongings, ready to leave the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.

“Ethan, you’re leaving already?” Sofia Carrillo, having heard of his departure, seemed somewhat puzzled.

Ethan nodded, saying “Yes, there’s something that I need to take care of, so I won’t be staying for long.”

At this moment, the Fifth Elder also approached.

He couldn’t help but exclaim, “Leaving just after becoming an elder, what a character you’ve got.”

Ethan gave a wry smile, “Fifth elder, once I’ve achieved my goals, I’ll definitely return.”

“Okay!” The Fifth Elder patted Ethan’s shoulder.

“Before you go, pay a visit to the Pavilion Master,” the Fifth Elder urged. Ethan nodded, saying, ‘Yes, that was what I was planning on doing..”