Mrs. and Mr. Smith-Chapter 981 - Dharma Treasure of Hundred Spirits

Chapter 981: Chapter 981: Dharma Treasure of Hundred Spirits Meeting

Chapter 981 -981: Dharma Treasure of Hundred Spirits Meeting

Marc Fraley’s eyes widened in shock, and he eventually slammed the file in his hand onto the table with a forceful bang!

The contents recorded in it had already exceeded Marc Fraley’s comprehension!

“Cut down over a dozen Tribulation Great Cultivators?” The color drained from Marc’s face as he muttered in a low voice.

One should know that the Tribulation Stage was the end and pinnacle realm for cultivators.

It was said that upon reaching this realm, one would have obtained omnipotent power!

“The records indicate this, but there may be elements of exaggeration.” Channing said.

“Still… according to the records, the Immortal Slaying Sect did have a number of Tribulation Stage Great Cultivators at that time.”

Marc Fraley gritted his teeth, saying, “How could Ethan Smith know such a character!”

“Don’t worry, it is presumably the masked woman from history, she has long been lost in the river of time.” Someone next to him said.

Upon hearing this, Channing nodded, “It is rumored that she appeared three times after her death, but none of them created any great impact.”

Despite his words, there was still a hint of worry in Marc Fraley’s heart.

“No, we have to find a way to kill her!” Marc Fraley clenched his teeth and determined.

At this moment, Star stepped forward.

He shook his head and said, “I advise you not to provoke her. She is known for her capricious temperament and might launch an attack at any time.”

“If you’re aggressive towards her, the consequences are unimaginable.”

“Moreover, today she easily eliminated those powerful cultivators’ dried bones. Do you think we could get rid of her based on our abilities?”

Upon hearing these words, Marc Fraley immediately calmed down.

He remained silent for a while, then said quietly, “Regarding this matter… I think we’re better off consulting the higher-ups.”

After such an incident occurred, a temporary truce was called.

The previous conflicts were also reluctantly put aside for now.

Everyone was on guard, fearing another major event would occur.

Meanwhile, Ethan Smith stayed on Nine Pinnacles Mountain for a full nine days.

Only after nine days did he finally recover from his injuries.

“Drexel?” One day, Ethan tried calling out in his mind once again.

However, there was still no response from Drexel.

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Ethan couldn’t help but sigh.

The sudden disappearance had led Ethan to believe that he was already dead.

“Forget it, it’s too tiresome to worry about him.” Ethan brushed it off.

He sat up from the bed, murmuring to himself, “After surviving through all these, I now have the capability to step into the Martial Saint Realm.”

Considering Ethan’s current state, indeed, he could try to make an attempt on the Martial Saint Realm.

What’s unfortunate was that Ethan did not have any Heavenly Vanilla.

To obtain Heavenly Vanilla, he would probably need Drexel’s help.

After bidding everyone farewell, Ethan Smith left Nine Pinnacles Mountain.

Several days passed, and the incident regarding Obadiah Heptinstall was gradually forgotten by people.

Since the last time, Obadiah Heptinstall had not appeared again. Even those who went to the Immortal Slaying Sect did not find any trace of him.

One day, Ethan Smith returned to Capital City.

There was a grand conference to be held in Capital City.

The conference was called Hundred Spirits Meeting, held every five years. They said there were often treasures difficult to find appearing in the meeting.

Many of the treasures were extremely rare, and the owners of these treasures were even more mysterious.

As Drexel did not respond, Ethan could only try his luck in the Hundred Spirits Meeting, hoping to obtain a stalk of Heavenly Vanilla.

Upon arriving at Hundred Spirits Meeting, Ethan immediately noticed a shady figure.

The figure was none other than the man with the mustache.

Ethan Smith approached quickly and patted his shoulder from behind.

“Holy crap!” The man with the mustache was startled and staggered. He looked at Ethan Smith with suspicion and complained, “Damn, you almost scared me to death!”

Ethan Smith rolled his eyes, “Have you done too many bad things? Getting scared for nothing.”

“Nonsense!” The man with the mustache waved his hand nonchalantly.

Ethan Smith kept beside the man with the mustache, saying, “I happen to have several questions to ask you.”

The man with the mustache glanced at Ethan Smith warily and asked, “What questions?”

“About the masked woman who appeared at the Martial Arts Hall… was it Clare Richardson?” Ethan Smith asked.

“What do you think?” the man with the mustache responded in an exasperated tone.

Ethan Smith frowned, “Then why did she…”

“Then why didn’t she acknowledge you, is that right?” There was a hint of mockery in the man with the mustache’s tone.

Ethan Smith nodded his head in agreement.

The man with the mustache sneered, “I told you before, she was never a good character to begin with. For her, there’s no such thing as emotions.”

“Think about it, she had already existed thousands of years ago, what kind of feelings left after living for so long?”

Ethan Smith frowned, “That makes sense, but…with that in mind, why did she stop Obadiah Heptinstall last time?”

This question stumped the man with the mustache.

He stroked his chin and thought for a long time before finally saying impatiently, “How the fuck would I know, perhaps she was just bored!”

Ethan Smith wanted to ask more, but the man with the mustache turned his face away, unwilling to deal with Ethan Smith anymore.

“Forget it.” Seeing this, Ethan Smith didn’t press further. Asking too much wouldn’t be of any use.

Afterward, Ethan Smith and the man with the mustache meandered around the Hundred Spirits Meeting.

“The Hundred Spirits Meeting isn’t as simple as it seems. Many people here are from the Mystic Realm, or from the West.” The man with the mustache muttered.

“There are many rare treasures that even I haven’t seen before.”

Ethan Smith laughed bitterly, “I just want to obtain a stalk of Heavenly Vanilla.”

“That might not be easy.” The man with the mustache responded.

“Why?” Ethan Smith asked.

The man with the mustache said, “The use of Heavenly Vanilla is extremely peculiar. For those in need, it is a rare treasure; for those who don’t need it, it’s no different than common wild grass.”

Upon hearing this, Ethan Smith couldn’t help but sigh.

Without Heavenly Vanilla, Ethan would be unable to step into the Martial Saint Realm.

“It seems like obtaining a stalk of Heavenly Vanilla won’t be that easy.” Ethan muttered to himself.

The man with the mustache waved his hand, “There are plenty of treasures at Hundred Spirits Meeting; there’s bound to be something for you. Don’t just focus on the Heavenly Vanilla.”

Ethan Smith grunted in acknowledgment and refrained from further comments.

The area of the Hundred Spirits Meeting was immense, almost the size of a small town.

Not only were there rare treasures, but also food, clothing, and accommodations.

The Hundred Spirits Meeting lasted for a whole month, which brought significant economic benefits to the area.

Throughout the journey, many people greeted Ethan Smith. Since the last incident, his popularity among the crowd had risen significantly.

“Do you see it? If Ethan Smith were to signal, countless people would be willing to follow him.” A pair of eyes in the shadows were observing Ethan with chilling coldness.

“These people are nothing but fair-weather fans.” Marc Fraley laughed coldly.

“Today, they regard Ethan Smith as a hero; tomorrow, they might hate him with a passion.”

“And this Hundred Spirits Meeting, for us, is the perfect opportunity.”