Mrs. and Mr. Smith-Chapter 982 - Drexel Chickened Out

Chapter 982: Chapter 982: Drexel Chickened Out

Chapter 982 -982: Drexel Chickened Out

The number of people attending the Hundred Spirits Meeting was enormous.

Whether powerful or weak, they all came to join in the excitement.

Such gatherings often brought people from the same circle together.

Marc Fraley looked coldly in the direction of Ethan Smith, a faint sneer hanging on the corners of his lips.

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“My plans can continue.” Marc Fraley said with a smirk.

…

Time flew, and before they knew it, night had fallen.

Ethan Smith and the man with the mustache found an inn to stay at for the time being. Before they could even pay, an enthusiastic patron nearby had already picked up their tab.

“That’s quite friendly.” Ethan Smith couldn’t help but remark.

“Yeah, you’ve been the talk of the town at the Martial Arts Hall. Now you don’t know how many people look up to you as their idol.” The man with the mustache murmured.

Ethan Smith just laughed it off. He hadn’t thought about that before.

That day, Ethan Smith hadn’t gained much, as the Hundred Spirits Meeting was far too vast.

The two had wandered around and had seen less than a tenth of it.

Back at the inn, Ethan closed his eyes intending to try again to seek the spark of the Martial Saint.

But oddly, even though he felt he was just one step away from becoming a Martial Saint, there always seemed to be something missing.

“Phew…”

Moments later, Ethan Smith opened his eyes and couldn’t help but furrow his eyebrows.

“Strange.” Ethan touched his chin.

“Could there still be a problem with the path I’ve chosen?”

The gap between him and the Martial Saint felt like a thin piece of paper, but he just couldn’t pierce through it.

“It seems that to step into the Martial Saint realm, my heart is still not enough.” Ethan thought to himself.

He looked at the man with the mustache who was snoring loudly beside him.

Ethan Smith said softly: “I wonder what the path of a guy like the man with the mustache looks like?”

At that moment, Ethan couldn’t help thinking about Clare Richardson.

She might have already stepped into the Martial Saint realm. After all, with the memories of her past lives, she knows the path to becoming a Martial Saint like the back of her hand.

With these thoughts in mind, Ethan drifted off to sleep.

What he didn’t know was that at this moment, someone was acting in secret.

In a dimly lit room.

Dudley Lynch stood in front of Marc Fraley, a cruel smile on his face.

He licked his lips and said: “Things that Obadiah Heptinstall failed to do, I can now get it done, and someone else to take the blame… it’s unimaginable…”

Marc Fraley said in a steady voice: “Enough talk, go ahead, remember, you mustn’t be discovered.”

Dudley Lynch nodded: “Don’t worry, I’m good at this.”

With that, Dudley Lynch turned and left.

The next morning, several dried-up bodies appeared in several rooms.

But people didn’t think much of it, assuming it was some kind of vendetta, so it didn’t cause much of a stir.

…

Ethan Smith and the man with the mustache left their lodging early and headed to the Hundred Spirits Meeting, continuing their search for Heavenly Vanilla.

But the entire morning, Ethan Smith and the man with the mustache had no luck.

“The quality of the Hundred Spirits Meeting this year seems to be lacking.” The man with the mustache grumbled while stroking his beard.

“In previous years, something earth-shattering always turned up.”

“I remember the last Hundred Spirits Meeting, a broken Mighty Realm weapon was discovered.”

Ethan Smith’s eyebrows furrowed, and he exclaimed in surprise: “What? A Mighty Realm weapon?”

“Yes, but it was broken. As for whether it can be used or not, no one knows.” The man with the mustache said.

“In any case, so far, I haven’t seen anyone use it.”

Ethan Smith said in a low voice: “If one were to obtain a Mighty Realm weapon, wouldn’t they be unstoppable in this world?”

“You could say that,” said the man with the mustache.

“But only if it’s usable. If it’s not, it’s all just pointless talk.”

Ethan Smith smiled and said, “As long as we can get it, we will find a way to repair it.”

With that, they continued on their way.

A long street was packed with people.

Many buildings along the street had been rented out and used to sell Dharma Treasures.

Ethan Smith and the man with the mustache were leisurely moving from one shop to another, eventually stopping in front of a shop with a relatively modest storefront.

The man with the mustache picked up a scroll on the side and asked, “What’s this?”

The shop owner replied, “A Treasure Map.”

Upon hearing this, the man with the mustache immediately perked up.

“A Treasure Map? That’s right up my alley!” he quipped joyfully.

After some haggling, they acquired the Treasure Map for three hundred thousand.

“Boss, do you know where I can find Heavenly Vanilla?” asked Ethan Smith.

The shop owner shook his head vehemently, “Never heard of it.”

Seeing this, Ethan Smith couldn’t help but chuckle ruefully.

“Let’s go.” Ethan Smith and the man with the mustache moved on.

After visiting several more shops, the pair started to look a bit weary and stopped next to a certain shop.

The shop seemed quite ordinary and not many items were displayed inside.

The man with the mustache walked in first, carefully examining the goods on the table.

Ethan Smith, on the other hand, released his divine sense, examining each item in turn.

“That leaf in the corner over there, put it in your bag quickly, it’s a treasure!”

At that moment, Drexel’s voice resounded in Ethan’s mind.

Ethan was surprised, “You’re still alive? I thought you were dead.”

Drexel urgently said, “No time for talk, grab that leaf!”

Without wasting any time, Ethan quickly walked over and picked the leaf up.

“Boss, how much for this leaf?” Ethan asked.

The boss replied, “Fifty thousand, take it.”

“Fifty thousand? That’s too expensive, it looks pretty ordinary to me,” Ethan muttered to himself.

“Don’t haggle, buy it while no one has noticed!” Drexel urged anxiously.

Seeing this, Ethan quickly changed his tune, “Boss, I’ll take it.”

Then, Ethan paid for the leaf using his card and took it with him.

After putting the leaf into his bag, Ethan asked, “What is this leaf exactly?”

Drexel huffed, “Lucky you, kid. This thing is called a Scarlet Flame Leaf, and its function is simple – it can enhance your divine sense.”

“The stronger the divine sense, the stronger you will be once you step into the realm of Martial Saint.”

Ethan exclaimed, “It can directly enhance divine sense? There is such a treasure?”

“If you don’t believe me, give it to me,” Drexel said impatiently.

Ethan touched his nose, changing the subject, “What happened to you last time? You suddenly disappeared. I was about to ask you to take control over my body.”

Mentioning this, Drexel couldn’t help but shiver, muttering, “Damn, with that masked woman around, I dare not show myself.”

Ethan was surprised, “You know her?”

“I do not know her, but I’ve heard quite a few rumors about her,” Drexel’s voice was trembling slightly.

“And once, in a large tomb, I saw a portrait of the masked woman’s true appearance, the sight…ghastly,” Drexel shuddered.

Ethan raised an eyebrow and said, “Weren’t you the one who proclaimed yourself as the ‘First God of Slaughter’? What, got cold feet now?”

“You don’t know shit!” Drexel retorted, sounding a little angry.

“You did not experience her era. Let me tell you lad, you’re out of luck.”

“Given your talent and time, you definitely could have been unmatched under the heavens. But unfortunately, this life, the masked woman has been resurrected.”