Debts 1
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With the Heaven Swallowing Skill in hand, Patrick Ivoryâs entire body instantly began to wither!
The inner strength of the Grandmaster of the Eighth Rank flowed into Ethan Smithâs body through his palm, circulating through his meridians!
It took a full half a minute for Ethan to completely absorb Patrick Ivoryâs inner strength.
âThatâs so comfortable!â Ethan couldnât help but exhale with satisfaction.
Looking at Patrick Ivory on the ground, Adonis Williams had mixed feelings in his heart.
He opened his mouth but didnât know what to say.
âMaster Williams, he got what he deserved, and Iâve already shown mercy.â Ethan glanced at Adonis Williams and said solemnly.
Indeed, since Ethan hadnât devoured his divine sense, he had already spared him.
Adonis waved his hand and said, âForget it, forget it.â
Ethan didnât say any more; he picked up Adonis and Edward Green and turned to leave.
By devouring Patrick Ivoryâs inner strength, Ethan had somewhat compensated for the loss of Enlightenment Tea.
Of course, compared to Enlightenment Tea, a Grandmaster of the Eighth Rank was nothing at all.
Upon returning, Ethan personally treated Adonis and Edwardâs wounds.
Fortunately, their injuries were not serious, and a few days of rest would suffice.
In the following days, Ethan chose to seclude himself.
He absorbed the qi from Bergerac Province, nourishing his body.
With Patrick Ivoryâs inner strength, Ethan even felt that he had touched the boundary of the Grain Avoidance Stage Second Layer.
After three days, Master Williamsâ injuries had finally healed.
He knocked on Ethanâs door and then walked in.
Adonis sat beside Ethan and exclaimed, âI never expected that after stepping into the master level, you could easily crush a Grandmaster of the Eighth Rank.
Itâs unheard of.â
Ethan said solemnly, âThat doesnât prove anything, and besides, the path Iâm walking is different from yours.â
As Ethan said, Patrick Ivory had just entered the rank of Grandmaster of the Eighth Rank and couldnât bring out all his strength.
Moreover, Patrick Ivory was no longer at his peak at that time; otherwise, Ethan wouldnât have won so easily.
âI have heard of the path of cultivation,â Adonis said solemnly.
Hearing this, Ethan hurriedly looked at Adonis.
In fact, Ethan had never figured out the gap between the two.
Adonis slowly explained, âTodayâs martial artists are actually the cultivators of the past, itâs just that after generations of inheritance, they have gradually lost it.â
âIn other words, the inner strength cultivated by martial artists today is a weakened version of cultivators.â
Ethan nodded slightly, just as Adonis had said, there were indeed some differences between the two.
âMaster Williams, how can I measure equality in this realm?â Ethan asked doubtfully.
Adonis glanced at him and said, âThere is not much difference in the level division between cultivators and martial artists, itâs just that⦠the qi cultivators rely on is of a higher quality, so the effect is naturally different.â
âIf thereâs a specific difference⦠itâs about one or two small realms.â
One or two small realms?
So, speaking normally, Ethan could only fight against a Master of the Third Rank?
But now, Ethan is invincible among his peers.
Even against many Grandmasters, Ethan still has the power to fight!
âOf course, everyone has different talents,â Adonis said.
âEven within the same realm, the gap in strength is indescribable.â
Ethan nodded slightly; as the saying goes, fighting across realms is the basic ability of a genius, and itâs not worth mentioning.
As for how many realms one could cross, who can say? With Adonisâ explanation, Ethan roughly understood.
âLetâs go, letâs eat,â Adonis stood up and said.
Ethan agreed, and then went to the dining room with Adonis.
The Williams Family now seemed somewhat desolate.
Even the meals were personally prepared by Adonis.
âThis is a jar of good wine Iâve collected for thirty years,â Adonis took out a jar and poured a cup for Ethan and Edward each.
With a mouthful of wine, Ethan immediately felt a warmth spreading in his stomach.
âGood wine!â Ethan praised sincerely!n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Adonis said somewhat proudly, âIn these years, my proudest possessions are Enlightenment Tea and this jar of good wine! If I hadnât lost the Enlightenment Tea, I would never have taken out this jar of wine!â
Ethan couldnât help but laugh, âAnother cup!â
After three cups, Ethan could clearly feel a trace of qi contained in the wine.
Although it was very subtle, it still surprised Ethan a bit.
âIt seems that the environment thirty years ago was much better than it is now,â Ethan thought to himself.
At this moment, Ethan suddenly remembered something.
âMaster Williams, has it been three days already?â Ethan asked with a frown.
Adonis was taken aback and then nodded, âThatâs right, itâs already the fourth day since then.â
Ethan touched his chin and sneered, âFour days? Chaim Tateâs herbs havenât arrived yet, it seems I need to pay a visit.â
Chaim Tate didnât know Ethan was still alive; when he saw Ethan in the thunderstorm, he concluded that Ethan was doomed.
So, he returned directly to Peach Blossom City, a hundred kilometers away, on that day.
âYou really want to find Chaim Tate?â Adonis asked solemnly.
Ethan sneered, âItâs only right to settle a debt, and besides, there are plenty of legends in Peach Blossom City, and I really want to see it for myself.â Peach Blossom City had produced three thousand-year-old Divine Medicines!
Hundred-year-old ones were found every year!
This was also one of the reasons why Chaim Tate had so much stock.
âEthan, think carefully. Chaim Tate can have so many herbs without being monopolized, which means he must have strong backing,â Adonis said solemnly.
Ethan nodded, âMaster Williams, rest assured, I have my own plans.â
At this point, Ethan even invited, âMaster Williams, come with me, itâll be a good way to clear your mind. â
However, Adonis shook his head and refused, âNo, Iâll stay here.â
Seeing this, Ethan didnât insist.
That day, Ethan left Bergerac Province with Edward and headed straight for Peach Blossom City.
At this time, Chaim Tate was in his warehouse with a satisfied look on his face.
Looking at the wealth he had accumulated over the years, Chaim Tate couldnât help but feel triumphant.
âMaster, the three Grandmasters you asked us to invite have arrived,â a disciple came forward and said.
Chaim Tate sneered, âNo need, let them go back. Ethan is dead, their help isnât needed anymore.â
âBy the way, remember to give each of them one hundred-year-old herb as an apology.â
The disciple nodded, âYes, Master.â
At this point, the disciple seemed to remember something and continued, âMaster, donât forget tonightâs Medicine God event at the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.â
Chaim Tate slapped his head and couldnât help but curse, âThis damn Ethan, almost made me forget this important matter!â