Upon hearing this, a trace of solemnity flashed across Ethan Smithâs face.
The people of Halcroen Sect have crossed the border? The ten half-step Martial Marquises?
âEthan Smith, where are you right now? Commander Wood and I discussed, we plan to let you hide in the battle zone first,â William Richardson said solemnly.
âAt the same time, we will send people to catch the people of Halcroen Sect.â
Itâs not a bad idea, but Ethan Smith couldnât agree to it.
He didnât have much time left for him. Once he hides, who knows how long it would take.
So, no matter what, Ethan Smith had to step into the half-step Martial Marquis Realm as soon as possible.
âWilliam Richardson, thank you for your kindness,â Ethan Smith took a deep breath.
âBut I canât enter the battle zone now.â
William Richardson on the other end was a little puzzled, âWhy?â
Ethan Smith said solemnly, âIn a little over a month, itâll be Emily Taylor and Dexter Blairâs wedding day. I canât afford to waste any time.â n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âAlthough the battle zone is safe, its safety might be accompanied with a lack of resources.â
âSo⦠I canât accept your kindness.â
William Richardson on the other end was a bit speechless, âEthan Smith, if you die, there will be nothing left!â
Ethan Smith was silent for a moment, âI will think of a solution.â
At this moment, Elder Foster, who was not far away, was already approaching.
Their speed was not fast, but it was not slow either.
âWilliam Richardson, Iâll talk to you later, thereâs something on this end.â
After saying this, Ethan Smith hurriedly hung up his cell phone.
Then, Ethan Smith gazed at the approaching group of people, waiting quietly for their arrival.
About ten minutes later, they finally arrived in front of Ethan Smith.
The leader was an old man wearing a traditional Chinese garment. He had a cold face and a respectable air, the aura of a superior.
âWho are you?â Elder Foster stepped forward and asked coldly.
Ethan Smith pointed at the Hydrating Tower behind him and said, âI am the master of this tower.â
âYouâre the master of this tower?â Elder Foster frowned slightly.
He snorted, âHow come Iâve never heard that this Hydrating Tower has a master before?â
âSorry, there wasnât one before, but there is one now,â Ethan Smith said humbly.
âThe Great Saint Sect is known as righteous and reputable, I believe you guys wouldnât become bandits, right?â Ethan Smith said with a grin.
Elder Fosterâs face suddenly became a little ugly.
The Great Saint Sect claimed to gather all the great saints in the world, so naturally they wouldnât do robbery.
But in reality, that was just an external claim, while in private they carried out shameful acts.
âStop talking nonsense. We, the Great Saint Sect, have requisitioned this Hydrating Tower,â a Grandmaster said coldly.
Ethan Smith was not in a hurry, he laughed, âAre you going to grab it by force? Arenât you afraid of ruining your Great Saint Sectâs reputation?â
âAs long as we kill you, this Hydrating Tower will have no master. At that time, it wonât be considered forcible,â the Grandmaster grinned.â
Ethan Smith couldnât help but narrow his eyes.
âSure enough, all the crows in the world are equally black,â Ethan Smith sneered.
Elder Foster was not angry, he said indifferently, âYoung man, the world is far more complicated than you think. Sometimes, reputation is worth more than a life.â
Ethan Smith raised his eyebrows, âWhat if I am willing to hand over the Hydrating Tower now?â
âDo you think you still have a chance?â Elder Foster took a step back, and the Grandmaster immediately walked towards Ethan Smith with clenched fists.
âKid, donât blame me for being heartless. You should blame yourselfâ¦â
âSlap!â
Before the Grandmaster could finish speaking, Ethan Smith slapped his head to pieces!
âDo you really think I am easy to bully?â Ethan Smith sneered.
Everyoneâs faces changed drastically, and no one dared to make a move!
Killing a Grandmaster with a slap, this guy was definitely not ordinary!Elder Foster furrowed his brows slightly and coldly said, âJust who are you?â
âMy name is Ethan Smith.â Ethan didnât have any intention of hiding it.
Upon hearing this name, the faces of everyone present drastically changed!
âYou are Ethan Smith?â Elder Fosterâs eyebrows furrowed tightly.
COUNTLESS thoughts flashed through his mind quickly.
Soon, Elder Foster adopted a different demeanor.
He laughed and said, âSo you are the famous Ethan Smith. To be honest, our Great Saint Sect has always been quite interested in you. I didnât expect to meet you here.â
Seeing Elder Fosterâs cunning look, Ethan sneered repeatedly in his heart.
If it had been before, Ethan would have been deceived by his seemingly âbenevolent and kindâ expression.
But Ethan now was no longer the naive young boy of the past.
Ethan knew all too well what was on this sly old fox, Elder Fosterâs, mind.
âEthan, I donât know if youâd be interested in joining our Great Saint Sect?â Elder Foster said with a smile.
Ethan hesitated for a moment and said, âElder Foster, letâs get straight to the point.â
âYou want this Hydrating Tower, right?â Ethan said.
Elder Foster was startled, then said in a low voice, âThatâs right. The Hydrating Tower is extremely important to our Great Saint Sect. If youâre willing to give it to us, I can fulfill one condition for you.â
âReally?â Ethan raised his eyebrows and asked.
Elder Foster nodded and said, âAbsolutely! As long as youâre willing to give the Hydrating Tower to the Great Saint Sect!â
âAlright.â Ethan nodded.
He spoke solemnly, âFirst, I need to cultivate inside the Hydrating Tower for three days. After three days, I can give the tower to you.â
Elder Foster laughed and said, âOf course, no problem.â
Ethan continued, âSecond, I want a ten-thousand-year-old medicinal herb.â
Upon hearing this, Elder Foster almost spat out a mouthful of blood!
Ten-thousand-year-old medicinal herb? Why donât you just go rob someone?
Although he thought this in his heart, Elder Foster still agreed and said, âAlright, no problem!â
After getting Elder Fosterâs confirmation, Ethan couldnât help but sneer repeatedly at the bottom of his heart.
As expected, this old beast had no intention of negotiating with Ethan!
A ten-thousand-year-old medicinal herb was something the Great Saint Sect could never agree to!
The only reason Elder Foster could agree so readily was that he had no intention of giving it!
All of his words were merely stalling tactics.
âWell, I never intended to give the Hydrating Tower to you anyway, so weâre even.â Ethan thought secretly.
âEthan, in that case, Iâll send someone back to the Great Saint Sect to get the herb now. How about that?â Elder Foster said with a smile.
Ethan nodded and said, âOf course, no problem.â
âAlright, just wait for the good news.â Elder Foster said with a smile.
Without saying anything else, Ethan turned and walked into the Hydrating Tower, closing the heavy door behind him.
âVenerable Fifth Mountain!â
With a thought, the Venerable Fifth Mountain fell into Ethanâs palm.
Then, Ethan gently pushed the Venerable Fifth Mountain forward, blocking the entrance to the Hydrating Tower.
Outside, a disciple of the Great Saint Sect couldnât help but ask, âElder Foster, why did you agree to so many rude requests from him?â
Elder Foster glanced at him and coldly snorted, âNot long ago, Dudley Lynch almost died at Ethanâs hands. If I were to fight him head-on, I would gain nothing and might even end up dead!â
The subordinate finally understood, âSo itâs a delaying tactic!â
Elder Foster coldly said, âYou guys, go back to the Great Saint Sect immediately and bring the Martial Marquis Weapon to me!â
âYes, sir!â The few people acknowledged the order and turned to leave.
As he looked at the Hydrating Tower, Elder Foster couldnât help but stroke his beard and laugh coldly.
âYou want a ten-thousand-year-old medicinal herb? Screw you!â Elder Foster sneered in his heart.