The news of the Lord of Medicine God Pavilion being taken away spread rapidly in no time.
âThe Lord of Medicine God Pavilion actually lost, what a pity.â
âAs far as I know, on that day, eight half-step Martial Marquises besieged the Medicine God Pavilion!â
âThe Pavilion Master withstood them all on his own, never using his killing move. Otherwise, who would win or lose, itâs hard to say.â
âNot only that, I heard that the Pavilion Master seemed to be poisoned and couldnât display half of his peak strength.â
âI never expected that with the wide connections of the Medicine God Pavilion, not a single person came to help when it came to a crisis.â
Everyone was discussing, expressing their regret for the Medicine God Pavilion.
But they all knew in their hearts that the stronger the strength, the higher the position.
And the higher the position, the more important the interests are. In their eyes, there are no emotions to speak of anymore.
Great Saint Sect.
The Pavilion Master slowly woke up after an unknown amount of time.
She was locked up in the dungeon of the Great Saint Sect, surrounded by darkness.
However, the Pavilion Masterâs face was surprisingly calm, without a trace of panic.
At this moment, a voice came from outside.
At a glance, Elder Foster could be seen sneaking in.
âYo, youâre awake?â Seeing the awake Pavilion Master, Elder Foster couldnât help but sneer.
âHehe, werenât you very arrogant? How did you end up as a prisoner now?â Elder Foster leaned forward, taunting continuously.
The Pavilion Master glanced at Elder Foster and said indifferently, âDid you come in alone because you want to die?â
Elder Foster was startled. He was about to speak when his entire body was suddenly flung out!
âBang!â
Elder Fosterâs body fiercely smashed into the wall behind him.
Blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Elder Foster didnât even see when the Pavilion Master made her move, or how.
âEven if I become a prisoner, Iâm not someone a waste like you can touch.â The Pavilion Master said indifferently.
Elder Foster wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, angrily saying, âWhat do you have to be so proud of! As long as I give an order, I can have you killed in this cage!â
While licking his lips, Elder Foster lewdly said, âI heard youâre still a virgin? Once Iâve crippled you, Iâll enjoy your first time!â
The Pavilion Masterâs face turned cold, and she said coldly, âDo you want to die?â
âHahaha, what can you do to me?â Elder Foster sneered.
At this moment, the door opened again.
A tall man in a white robe entered the room.
Upon seeing this man, Elder Foster hurriedly shouted respectfully, âGreetings, Sect Master.â
The Sect Master waved his hand, saying, âYou can leave first.â
After sending Elder Foster away, the Sect Master, Joshua Hess, walked to the Pavilion Master.
âMartha Evans, long time no see.â Joshua Hess said indifferently.
Martha Evans?
Joshua Hess actually called out the Pavilion Masterâs name directly?
The Pavilion Master glanced at Joshua Hess and said indifferently, âIt seems that you still remember the grudge from years ago.â
Upon hearing this, a hint of anger flashed across Joshua Hessâs face.
He glared at the Pavilion Master, and roared angrily, âMartha Evans! If it werenât for you back then, I wouldnât have been reduced to this state! Because of you, I canât even have my own children!â
Martha Evans said indifferently, âThatâs because youâre a waste.â
âWaste?!â Joshua Hess sneered.
âNow, I am a newly promoted Martial Marquis!â
âAnd you, youâve become a prisoner!â
Martha Evans wasnât angry, she raised her eyebrows and said, âDo you think I donât have a chance to step into Martial Marquis?â
Joshua Hess was startled, he frowned and asked, âWhat do you mean?â
Martha Evans indifferently said, âI donât need to explain to you.â
Her attitude clearly angered Joshua Hess.
âYouâve already become a prisoner, and you still dare to be so arrogant!â Joshua Hess clenched his fists and said.
âI want to see just how long you can be so proud!â
Martha Evans smiled faintly, âFine, I want to see when youâll be able to have your own children.â
Joshua Hessâs body stiffened, and he snorted coldly.
He looked at the guards beside him and said, âFrom today onwards, no food or water for her!â
âYes!â the two guards shouted.
Time flew by and three days passed in the blink of an eye.
And Ethan Smith had been in closed-door cultivation for a full twenty-seven days.
Only three days were left before a month had passed.
In these few days, the First Elder shockingly took over the Medicine God Pavilion, and publicly claimed himself as the new Pavilion Master.
Not only that, he summoned all the alchemists who were originally on leave back to the pavilion!
Standing on the Medicine God Pavilionâs square with his hands behind his back, the First Elder was in high spirits.
Below him were dozens of Medicine God Pavilion alchemists.
âFrom today onward, I am the new Pavilion Master of Medicine God Pavilion,â said the First Elder indifferently.
There was silence below, and no one spoke.
The First Elder, somewhat displeased, said, âWhat, didnât you hear me? Do you need me to repeat it?â
âFirst Elder, you have already betrayed Lord Pavilion Master. Why are you still standing here, claiming to be the new Pavilion Master?â
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The First Elderâs face turned livid, and he coldly said, âWhat, with Martha Evans gone, does the Medicine God Pavilion cease to exist?â
âThe Medicine God Pavilion was created singlehandedly by Lord Pavilion Master, it cannot fall into the hands of a despicable person like you!â Someone roared from below.
Hearing these words, the First Elder became furious.
Immediately, he raised his hand and slapped!
âCrack!â
With that slap, the alchemistâs head exploded like a watermelon!
The First Elder swept over the crowd and said coldly, âAny more dissenters?â
There was silence below, and no one dared to say a word.
âFirst Elder, I request to leave the Medicine God Pavilion.â At this moment, a young man stood up.
He slammed the token at his waist onto the ground.
âIâm leaving too!â
âIâm leaving too!â
For a moment, almost all the alchemists took out their tokens and smashed them to pieces!
The First Elder was trembling with anger. He roared, âAnyone who dares to leave, Iâll kill them!â
âWhat, donât we even have the right to leave?â Someone from below rebuked.
The First Elder looked at him coldly and said with narrowed eyes, âI think youâre looking to die!â
The First Elderâs palm shimmered with light, and murderous spirit erupted.
âEveryone, just follow the First Elderâs arrangement.ââ
At this moment, Fifth Elder stepped out.
He scanned the crowd and said solemnly, âEveryone, donât be impulsive. Just listen to the First Elderâs words.â
âThe establishment of Medicine God Pavilion wasnât easy, it would be a pity for it to just disband like this.â Fifth Elder sighed.
But the faces of the people below were full of indignation. They chided, âFifth Elder, youâre also going to be a traitor?â
âYou really have no backbone!â
âWhat, does any mother who gives you milk become your mom?â
The crowd turned their anger towards the Fifth Elder.
While the Fifth Elder wore a bitter smile.
His eyes unconsciously looked towards the direction of the warehouse, and he murmured in a low voice, âOnly three days left. Just hold on for three more days, and Ethan Smith will come out of his seclusionâ¦â