Chapter 982: Chapter 982: Drexel Chickened Out Chapter 982: Chapter 982: Drexel Chickened Out The number of people attending the Hundred Spirits eting was enormous.
Whether powerful or weak, they all ca to join in the excitent.
Such gatherings often brought people from the sa circle together.
Marc Fraley looked coldly in the direction of Ethan Smith, a faint sneer hanging on the corners of his lips.
“My plans can continue.” Marc Fraley said with a smirk.
…
Ti 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 ti 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 eting 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 seed to be sothing missing.
“Phew…”
Monts 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 mont, Ethan couldn’t help thinking about Clare Richardson.
She might have already stepped into the Martial Saint realm. After all, with the mories 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 mont, soone 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 soone else to take the bla… it’s unimaginable…”
Marc Fraley said in a steady voice: “Enough talk, go ahead, rember, 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 so 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 eting, 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 eting this year seems to be lacking.” The man with the mustache grumbled while stroking his beard.
“In previous years, sothing earth-shattering always turned up.”
“I rember the last Hundred Spirits eting, a broken Mighty Realm weapon was discovered.”
Ethan Smith’s eyebrows furrowed, and he exclaid 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 imdiately perked up.
“A Treasure Map? That’s right up my alley!” he quipped joyfully.
After so 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 vehently, “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 seed 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 mont, Drexel’s voice resounded in Ethan’s mind.
Ethan was surprised, “You’re still alive? I thought you were dead.”
Drexel urgently said, “No ti for talk, grab that leaf!”
Without wasting any ti, 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 ,” 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 Fla 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 exclaid, “It can directly enhance divine sense? There is such a treasure?”
“If you don’t believe , give it to ,” Drexel said impatiently.
Ethan touched his nose, changing the subject, “What happened to you last ti? You suddenly disappeared. I was about to ask you to take control over my body.”
ntioning 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 proclaid 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 tell you lad, you’re out of luck.”
“Given your talent and ti, you definitely could have been unmatched under the heavens. But unfortunately, this life, the masked woman has been resurrected.”
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