Chapter 827: Chapter 827: Portrait of the Guardian

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Ethan Smith dragged Cedric Hodge towards the restroom.

Despite Cedric Hodge’s desperate struggle, it was all in vain.

The crowd, finding it entertaining, wore teasing smiles on their faces.

Several minutes later.

From inside the restroom came the anguished wailing like a pig being slaughtered.

“Ethan Smith, I will kill you!!!” Cedric Hodge’s furious roar echoed throughout the entire Capital City Martial Arts Association.

Ethan Smith dusted off his hands and headed straight for the exit.

“Mr. Smith, did you really make him eat shit?” Ricardo Bowman asked, somewhat confused.

Ethan Smith shrugged, “As a man, I must do what I say.”

He continued walking to the exit.

By the door, he encountered a young man.

This young man was none other than Marc Fraley.

He looked at Ethan Smith coldly, with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, and said, “Ethan Smith, I’m here to issue you a final warning.”

“Cut the crap.” Ethan Smith responded with a cold sneer.

Marc Fraley casually said, “Hand over Emily Taylor, and I can spare you. I could even let you into the Second Secret Realm, how about it?”

Ethan Smith countered with a grin, “Hand your mother over to me, and I can spare you your dog’s life, but I’d have to ask if your father agrees.”

“You!” Marc Fraley’s face instantly reddened, his whole body quivering with rage.

Ethan Smith scoffed, “What a fool, stop making a fool out of yourself here.”

Leaving behind those words, Ethan Smith turned to leave.

Marc Fraley was trembling with anger as he watched Ethan Smith retreat, a deadly malice flashing in his eyes.

“When will this Ethan Smith’s Power of Martial Saint disappear?” He asked the elderly man beside him.

The elderly man replied, “Master, based on our calculations, Ethan Smith’s martial saint power will disappear in half a month.”

“Good!” Marc Fraley’s face was ferocious.

“Let him be arrogant for a few days, once his martial saint power disappears, I will definitely kill him with my own hands!”

…

Ethan Smith bid farewell to the crowd, then got into the Green family’s car and headed for their residence.

On the road, Daphne Green chuckled, “Mr. Smith, have you noticed that since Marc Fraley appeared, the conflicts between martial artists and regular people, seem to have decreased a lot?”

Ethan Smith nodded, “Yes, this is just a shift in the conflict. But it’s temporary, deep down in your bones, you all still look down on ordinary people.”

Daphne Green sighed faintly, “Different living environments naturally result in different mindsets, this is unavoidable.”

Hearing her words, Ethan Smith turned to Daphne Green and scoffed, “Emily Taylor isn’t like that. That’s what sets her apart from you people.”

Daphne Green was taken aback and fell silent.

Although she and Emily Taylor were friends, she had to admit that she would never be like Emily Taylor and choose a simple and ordinary Ethan Smith.

She did not have the courage, nor the boldness to do so.

The car eventually arrived at the Green family’s residence.

The Green family’s home appeared quite ordinary; it was a villa in Swallow City.

Although it was also a luxurious manor, it seemed relatively modest compared to other families’ estates.

Daphne Green invited Ethan Smith to sit at a round table in the courtyard, where someone had already been waiting.

This person was none other than Tyler Wright.

“Mr. Smith, we meet again,” Tyler Wright laughed.

Ethan Smith glanced at him, “If you want to talk to me about Emily Taylor, I suggest you don’t.”

Tyler Wright reluctantly shook his head, “Are you so cautious? Emily Taylor….”

“Shut your mouth!”

Before Tyler Wright could finish speaking, an intense murderous spirit radiated from Ethan Smith!

Feeling this murderous spirit, Tyler Wright’s brow furrowed slightly.

“Tyler, stop talking,” Daphne Green shook her head.

Tyler Wright took a deep breath and held his tongue.

Daphne Green served tea for the two of them, then smilingly said, “Mr. Smith, please have some tea.”

“Miss Green, we are all busy people, let’s get straight to the point,” Ethan Smith replied.

Daphne Green nodded, she smiled and said, “About the information of the Guardian, I do know a thing or two.”

“It is said that the Guardian and the Capital City Martial Arts Association signed a contract years ago, demanding that the Martial Saint must not emerge. Since then, there has been no Martial Saint in this world.”

Ethan Smith nodded, “But what I don’t understand is why no one in the world has been able to step into the realm of Martial Saint since then?”

At this point, Tyler Wright chimed in, “It’s nothing more than limitations of the world itself.”

“World?” Ethan Smith glanced at him, “Then why can’t people in the Mystic Realm step into the Martial Saint?”

Tyler Wright responded with a faint smile, “Ethan Smith, you’ve really taken the Mystic Realm to be a separate world? To put it plainly, it’s just a home created by powerful cultivators.”

“Home?” Ethan Smith frowned.

Tyler Wright continued, “Just like how some live in mansions while others live in shantytowns, but essentially, we are all living in this world, under this universe.”

“The Mystic Realm is nothing more than a space you create for yourself. This space is unstable and is far from comparable to the real world.”

“If your strength is powerful enough, you can shatter a Mystic Realm.”

Upon hearing these words, Ethan Smith had a sudden moment of realization.

“So who exactly is the Guardian? How powerful is he?” Ethan Smith seemed baffled.

Daphne Green chuckled, “According to rumors, the Guardian is someone who guards a world. Those who can become Guardians are the finest of their kind, their strength unimaginable.”

Ethan Smith stroked his chin, he seemed perplexed and asked, “Then who is choosing the Guardian?”

Both Daphne Green and Tyler Wright pointed towards the sky simultaneously.

“Path of Heaven?” Ethan Smith asked, surprised.

“Correct.” Tyler Wright nodded.

“Of course, these are just rumors; there’s another theory that says the Guardians are simply very powerful, and voluntarily take on the responsibility of guarding a world, which is why they are called Guardians.”

“Indeed, the greater the power, the greater the responsibility.” Daphne Green also followed with a nod.

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“Do you both know who this Guardian is?” Ethan Smith asked with a hint of curiosity.

Daphne Green remained silent, instead she looked towards Tyler Wright.

Tyler Wright laughed, “My family does own a portrait of the Guardian. If you’d like, I can take you to see it.”

“Really?” Ethan Smith got up in a hurry.

Tyler Wright nodded, “Of course, if you are willing, we can go right now.”

“To the Mystic Realm?” Ethan Smith asked.

“Yes.” Tyler Wright nodded slightly.

Hearing this, Ethan Smith’s eyes slightly narrowed.

He knew nothing about the Mystic Realm Tyler Wright spoke of.

No one knew if there was a Martial Saint in that Mystic Realm.

More importantly, Ethan Smith could not be sure, if Tyler Wright had any ulterior motives. If he indeed went, whether he would be able to return was not certain.

“Mr. Wright, why don’t you bring the portrait out instead, okay?” Ethan Smith suggested with a smile.