Chapter 375: Chapter 375: 375: Engagement_1

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“The Lord of Medicine God Pavilion?” Kylan Taylor’s eyebrows furrowed tightly.

“Yes, it seems that the Medicine God Pavilion wants to protect Ethan Smith. We are no match for her at all,” Mr. Snyder said with some grievance.

Kylan Taylor on the other end took a deep breath and said coldly, “I will negotiate with the Medicine God Pavilion.”

“Mr. Taylor, what about us?” Mr. Snyder asked.

Kylan Taylor coldly said, “Stand by. As soon as Ethan Smith steps out of the Medicine God Pavilion, kill him immediately!”

“Yes, Mr. Taylor,” Mr. Snyder quickly agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Kylan Taylor’s face suddenly darkened.

“Mr. Taylor, what’s wrong?” Reilly Blair asked with a smile.

Kylan Taylor gritted his teeth and said, “Is the Medicine God Pavilion trying to openly oppose us? They think too highly of themselves!”

“Medicine God Pavilion?” Reilly Blair’s face also showed a touch of displeasure.

“Hmph, last time the Medicine God Pavilion didn’t give us any respect either. They’ve become too arrogant lately,” Reilly Blair said coldly.

Kylan Taylor glanced at Reilly Blair and said, “Why hasn’t your Blair family taken any action?”

Reilly Blair’s face flashed with embarrassment, and then he sighed, “We don’t want to, but the strength of the Medicine God Pavilion is not weak, and they have connections with many people in the Capital City.”

“If we were to really tear our faces apart, it wouldn’t be good for anyone.”

Of course, Kylan Taylor also understood this, but he couldn’t just endure it, it wasn’t his style.

He picked up his phone and personally called the Lord of the Medicine God Pavilion.

After the call was connected, Kylan Taylor tried his best to be polite: “Pavilion Master Ma’am, Ethan Smith stole my father’s corpse, which is absolutely intolerable to the Taylor family.”

Upon hearing this, the Pavilion Master chuckled, “Stole the corpse? Mr. Taylor, you can deceive others, but can you deceive me?”

Kylan Taylor’s face changed, and he coldly said, “So you mean you must protect Ethan Smith?”

“That’s right,” the Pavilion Master didn’t hesitate at all.

“As long as he is in the Medicine God Pavilion for one day, I will definitely protect him.”

Kylan Taylor took a deep breath and said, “Fine, fine, I hope you don’t regret your decision today. You should know that the Medicine God Pavilion is not irreplaceable!”

After saying this, Kylan Taylor hung up the phone.

His chest was heaving with anger, and his face was pale.

“This Medicine God Pavilion doesn’t give me any face! Do they really think no one can cure her?” Kylan Taylor said angrily.

Reilly Blair furrowed his brows and said, “Mr. Taylor, it’s not a good idea to fall out with the Medicine God Pavilion over Ethan Smith.”

Kylan Taylor snorted, “If she dares to tear her face apart, what do I have to be afraid of? Is my Taylor family worse than a Medicine God Pavilion?!”

Reilly Blair was silent for a moment and said, “Mr. Taylor, the Medicine God Pavilion has a heavy influence in the world of martial arts. If they decide to rise up, our two families may not be able to withstand it.”

Kylan Taylor was silent too.

Reilly Blair’s words made sense.

For martial artists, even the strongest would face birth, old age, sickness, and death.

Having the promise of the Medicine God Pavilion would be like having an extra life.

This was also the reason for the Medicine God Pavilion’s arrogance.

“I have an idea,” Reilly Blair suddenly said.

Kylan Taylor looked at Reilly Blair and motioned for him to continue.

Reilly Blair said lightly, “As long as Ethan Smith leaves the Medicine God Pavilion, killing him would be just a matter of raising our hands.”

“What’s the point of saying this nonsense? If Ethan Smith stays in the Medicine God Pavilion for the rest of his life, do I have to wait for him for a lifetime?” Kylan Taylor said angrily.

Reilly Blair patted Kylan Taylor’s shoulder and said, “Mr. Taylor, don’t worry.”

“The conflict between Ethan Smith and the Taylor family originated because of Emily Taylor.”

“Since he would rather offend our two great families, Taylor and Blair, for Emily Taylor, it proves the importance of Emily Taylor in his heart.”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“As long as we release the news of Emily Taylor and my son Dexter Blair’s marriage, do you think Ethan Smith can bear it?”

Reilly Blair’s words instantly reminded Kylan Taylor!

He slapped his head and praised, “Good idea, good idea!””I can’t believe Ethan Smith would stand by and watch his beloved marry someone else!”

Divine Alchemist Pavilion, Pavilion Master Building.

The Pavilion Master and Mike Taylor sat facing each other.

In front of them was a pot of tea.

“Mr. Taylor, it’s been 30 years since we last met, hasn’t it?” The Pavilion Master said with a faint smile.

Mike Taylor sighed, “Indeed, time flies. You’re still as young as ever, while I’m on the brink of death.”

As he said this, Mike Taylor couldn’t help but give a bitter smile.

The Pavilion Master said indifferently, “Everyone has their own destiny. The Taylor family’s current business empire is not something I would envy.”

“A business empire?” Mike Taylor shook his head.

“When I was young, I thought money could bring everything. But now, facing death, I find that money means nothing at all.”

“Really?” The Pavilion Master asked jokingly.

Mike Taylor nodded, “For me now, it’s true.”

The Pavilion Master smiled but did not continue the topic.

“Let’s talk about Ethan Smith.” The Pavilion Master poured a cup of tea for Mike Taylor.

When mentioning Ethan Smith, a trace of guilt appeared on Mike Taylor’s face.

He sighed, “To be honest, I’ve always had ulterior motives for arranging the engagement between Ethan Smith and my granddaughter. The goal was to protect the Taylor family.”

“In your eyes, Ethan Smith is just a pawn, right?” The Pavilion Master asked with a half smile.

Mike Taylor didn’t deny it but just took a sip of tea.

“But for that child, he treats you like an elder.” The Pavilion Master sighed slightly.

Mike Taylor sighed, “Things have come to this, and I don’t know what to do. The development of events has gone beyond my expectations.”

“Perhaps… the downfall of the Taylor family is destined.”

The Pavilion Master held a different opinion on this.

She stood up and said, “In Ethan Smith, there is an unimaginable amount of energy. Perhaps in his eyes, your unparalleled Taylor family is just a starting point.”

“If his father could give the Taylor family its start, then Ethan Smith can give it a continuation.”

With that, the Pavilion Master said no more, turned around, and left the building.

Mike Taylor sat there for a long time without speaking.

After a while, Mike Taylor sighed softly, “I hope so.”

Ethan Smith lay unconscious in bed.

Every hour, Sofia Carrillo would carefully feed Ethan Smith a pill personally refined by the Pavilion Master.

For three whole days, Ethan Smith’s body gradually healed at a visible rate.

The sword that was thrust into Ethan Smith’s chest was less than half a millimeter from his heart.

Such a slight deviation saved Ethan Smith’s life.

On the fourth day at noon.

After Sofia Carrillo fed Ethan Smith the last pill, he finally slowly opened his eyes.

He struggled to sit up from the bed, frowning and asking, “Where am I?”

“Divine Alchemist Pavilion. Ethan Smith, you almost died.” Sofia Carrillo rolled her eyes.

Ethan Smith quickly sat up and asked anxiously, “Where’s Mike Taylor?”

“Don’t worry, he’s fine. You should take care of yourself.” Sofia Carrillo rolled her eyes again.

Just then, the door to the Elder’s residence was hastily pushed open.

Before the person arrived, Edward Green’s voice came from outside.

“It’s terrible, Miss Taylor and Dexter Blair are engaged!” Edward Green shouted in panic.