Mrs. and Mr. Smith

Pavilion Master glanced at Ethan Smith and said, “Let’s go upstairs first.”

Ethan realized his recklessness and scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Following the Pavilion Master, they made their way to the top floor of the Pavilion Master Building.

Nothing had changed on the top floor.

As before, the Pavilion Master took a seat in her rocking chair.

She looked at Ethan and said, “You haven’t reached the half-step Martial Marquis realm?”

Ethan hurriedly nodded, “Yes, I can feel my strength increase, but I always feel that there is a fine line between me and the half-step Martial Marquis.”

The Pavilion Master smiled faintly at his words.

“Should I congratulate you or say you’re unfortunate?” the Pavilion Master laughed.

Ethan was stunned and asked puzzled, “What do you mean by that?”

The Pavilion Master took a sip of her tea and said, “You should know yourself.”

Ethan spoke solemnly, “Yes, I know this might be the Consummate Inner Strength Grandmaster Realm after reaching the peak.”

“That’s right.” The Pavilion Master confirmed Ethan’s thoughts.

“It is said that those with the Consummate Inner Strength Grandmaster Realm are cursed by the heavens.”

“Although they are invincible after reaching greatness, their journey is destined to be full of hardships, making their cultivation countless times more difficult than others.”

At this point, the Pavilion Master paused and continued, “I once saw a record that showed that out of ten Consummate Inner Strength Grandmaster Realms, only one successfully reached greatness.”

Ethan frowned slightly.

The probability was actually so low?

“Eight of them died under heavenly tribulation,” the Pavilion Master continued.

“Heavenly tribulation…” Ethan couldn’t help but think of something.

The heavenly tribulations he had experienced were indeed beyond his imagination.

It was as if the tribulations were not meant for Ethan to successfully break through, but rather to kill him.

“A five thousand year old medicinal herb, right?” The Pavilion Master changed the topic.

Ethan nodded and said, “Yes, I need a five thousand year old medicinal herb and three Demonic Beast cores.”

“I don’t have any five thousand year old medicinal herbs here,” the Pavilion Master said.

“But I can help you look for them.”

Hearing this, Ethan quickly said, “Thank you, Lord Pavilion Master!”

At this point, Ethan suddenly thought of the Spirit Severing Pill issue on the Pavilion Master.

“Lord Pavilion Master, your health…”

The Pavilion Master waved her hand and said, “There is no antidote for the Spirit Severing Pill.”

Hearing this, Ethan’s face became a bit difficult to look at!

These days, Ethan had tried to find the antidote for the Spirit Severing Pill in his inherited memories.

Unfortunately, he found nothing.

“Lord Pavilion Master, then won’t you…” Ethan opened his mouth, but couldn’t bear to continue.

The Pavilion Master stood up and said indifferently, “Of course not. As long as I step into the Military Marquis Realm, the Spirit Severing Pill will naturally disappear.”

“Step into the Military Marquis Realm?” Ethan was taken aback.

And then added with a half-smile, “Lord Pavilion Master, stepping into the Military Marquis realm…shouldn’t be that simple, right?”

Hearing this, the Pavilion Master chuckled, “Indeed, but for me, it’s not difficult.”

“Over the years, I’ve been forcibly suppressing my realm. Now it seems that I can only try to break through.”

Suppressing one’s realm?

Is there such an operation?

Others would try desperate for a breakthrough, but the Lord Pavilion Master has actually been suppressing her own power?

“Alright, I will find a way to help you with the medicinal herb.” The Pavilion Master got up and said.

Ethan hurriedly nodded and then tentatively asked, “Lord Pavilion Master, when will you…break through?”

The Pavilion Master was silent for a moment before saying, “Tomorrow, I suppose. I’m tired today and need a good rest.”

“Ok,” Ethan nodded.

“Then I won’t disturb your rest.”

Ethan slightly bowed, then turned around and jumped down.

Upon returning to the Elder’s residence, Ethan couldn’t help but feel anxious.

He counted the time, and there were only twenty days left until September 9th!

If he couldn’t break through to the half-step Martial Marquis within these twenty days, Ethan would have no confidence at all!

Especially since Dexter Blair hadn’t sent any news recently, which made Ethan feel a bit uneasy.

“Emily, wait for me. In twenty days, I will definitely take you away from the Taylor family!” Ethan clenched his fists.

The next day was the day of the Pavilion Master’s breakthrough.

She went to the mountain alone, holding her breath, prepared for her breakthrough.

The years of suppressed realm began to rise rapidly at this moment.

The sky buzzed, and dark clouds filled the air, clearly heralding the arrival of heavenly tribulation!

Ethan and the many alchemists of the Divine Alchemist Pavilion gathered in the square, watching this scene intently.

The sky was filled with thunder, as one lightning bolt after another poured down from high above.

Everyone’s faces were serious, sweating for the Pavilion Master.

On the other side,

Joshua Hess’s face was gloomy, lost in thought.

“Sect master, don’t think too much. Soon it will be September 9th, and that Ethan Smith will undoubtedly die!” Elder Foster said cheerfully.

Joshua Hess glanced at Elder Foster but said nothing.

He felt a little pity.

And it was not for Elder Foster, but for the half-step Martial Marquis who would be gone just like that.

“Is Dudley Lynch still at the Great Saint Sect?” Joshua Hess suddenly asked.

Elder Foster paused, then nodded quickly, “Yes, he has been in seclusion at the Spiritual Spring.”

“Call him over, and later you and Dudley will accompany me to the Divine Alchemist Pavilion,” Joshua Hess said solemnly.

Hearing this, Elder Foster’s face changed slightly.

He seemed to realize something since Ethan had previously asked for these two.

“Sect master, you’re not really going to hand me over to Ethan Smith, are you…” Elder Foster asked fearfully, trembling all over.

Joshua Hess said coldly, “Don’t worry, the two of you are just bait. With me there, you won’t be in any danger.”

Elder Foster thought about it, and it seemed to make sense.

With a Martial Marquis accompanying them, there was indeed nothing to worry about.

So, Elder Foster called Dudley Lynch, and they followed Joshua Hess to the plane, heading straight for River Town.

At the Divine Alchemist Pavilion, the situation was tense.

From morning to noon, the Pavilion Master’s heavenly tribulation had not yet ended.

The surging lightning was terrifying to watch.

Finally, at around 12 o’clock, the dark clouds in the sky began to slowly disappear.

It seemed that the heavenly tribulation had ended.

Ethan immediately stepped forward, ready to go to the back mountain to find out the result.

At this moment, however, the Pavilion Master stepped out and appeared.

Her aura didn’t seem to have changed much, but her entire temperament had become even more transcendent!

“Lord Pavilion Master!” Ethan hurriedly walked forward.

“Did you…successfully break through?” Ethan asked tentatively.

The Pavilion Master nodded faintly, with no apparent joy on her face.

In fact, in the depths of her eyes, there seemed to be a touch of sadness.

“That’s good,” Ethan said, not thinking too much about it, just relieved.

At dusk,

An extremely powerful aura approached the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.