MRS. AND MR. SMITH - Season 8 Episode 73

Seeing the smiles on Pavilion Master and Jackson Harris’s faces, Ethan Smith suddenly guessed something.

Could it be that they called him here just for this matter?

“Mr. Harris, do you have a solution?” Ethan Smith immediately asked anxiously.

“This matter is very important to me. You know that everything I do is for saving Emily Taylor!”

“As long as I defeat Broderick, I can enter the Mystic Realm! Then I can see Emily Taylor!”

Jackson Harris glanced at Ethan Smith and said, “Have you ever thought that if you really enter the Mystic Realm, you might never get out?”

“What if they join forces to besiege you in the Mystic Realm, what would you do then?”

Ethan Smith clenched his teeth and said, “I have my ways! As long as I find the Mystic Realm, I must have a solution!”

Seeing this, Jackson Harris could only nod and say, “It seems your mind is made up; I shouldn’t say more.”

After saying that, Jackson Harris stood up.

He leaned back with his hands crossed behind him and said, “You know about heavenly secrets, right?”

“Yes.” Ethan Smith nodded.

“I once tried to capture heavenly secrets and succeeded.”

This surprised Jackson Harris a little.

He looked at Ethan Smith and said, “Capturing heavenly secrets is a difficult thing; you…”

“I indeed caught it.” Ethan Smith said seriously.

Jackson Harris couldn’t help but smile, his face showing a trace of admiration.

“Recently, the heavenly secrets predicted that a Martial Saint will appear in Pyro early next year,” Jackson Harris said.

“Martial Saint?” Ethan Smith seemed a bit puzzled.

Jackson Harris nodded and continued, “It’s almost the New Year now, which means the time for that Martial Saint to appear is not far.”

“So what?” Ethan Smith became even more confused.

Jackson Harris stared at Ethan Smith and said, “Have you ever thought that the Martial Saint that the heavenly secrets predicted might be you?”

“Me?” Ethan Smith pointed to his own nose.

But Ethan Smith is still far from being a Martial Saint at the moment.

“There are so many peak Military Marquis in the world; how could it be me…” Ethan Smith said with a bitter smile.

“They’ll definitely take the lead and step into the realm of Martial Saint.”

“No.” Jackson Harris shook his head.

“At this time, a Martial Saint can’t emerge in this era, and the first person to step into the realm of Martial Saint will break this stalemate.”

“Therefore, many people are stuck at the Completeness Military Marquis Realm, unable to progress further regardless of their talent.”

“This is the suppression of the Path of Heaven! It has nothing to do with talent!”

Hearing this, Ethan Smith suddenly widened his eyes.

No wonder there were so many geniuses nowadays, but none of them stepped into the Martial Saint Realm!

It had been so many years since a new Martial Saint had emerged!

“Mr. Harris, why do you think it would be me?” Ethan Smith asked with a frown.

Jackson Harris said lightly, “A feeling.”

“I have the same feeling.” The Pavilion Master joined in.

“Ethan Smith, you’d better focus all your energy on improving your strength for now. As long as you step into Martial Saint, even the Capital City Martial Arts Association will have to negotiate with you peacefully!”

“By then, you can demand people and even confront the Capital City Martial Arts Association head-on!”

Ethan Smith frowned.

If he were the Martial Saint predicted, it would indeed be an exciting prospect.

But… would Ms. Hayward give him time?

Once they’d recovered from their injuries, they would definitely use the power of the Martial Saint to eliminate him!

“I don’t have that much time.” Ethan Smith shook his head.

Seeing this, Jackson Harris looked at the Pavilion Master.

The Pavilion Master said solemnly, “He could have the power of the Martial Saint, and, Ethan Smith, you can too.”

“I can too?” Ethan Smith hurriedly looked at the Pavilion Master.

The Pavilion Master nodded, “Yes, as long as you can find the power left by the Martial Saint, you can use the power of the Martial Saint.”

Hearing this, Ethan Smith couldn’t help but smile bitterly, “Finding the power left by the Martial Saint is not that simple…”

“Of course it’s not simple.” The Pavilion Master smiled.

At this point, the Pavilion Master changed the subject and continued, “But it’s not that difficult either.”

Ethan Smith stared at the Pavilion Master, waiting for his next words.

The Pavilion Master continued, “Many of the remaining aristocratic families have the power of the Martial Saint, and there are quite a few of them.”

Ethan Smith hurriedly looked at the Pavilion Master and said, “Lord Pavilion Master, stop playing games with me. You must know where the remaining aristocratic families are, right?”

The Pavilion Master smiled faintly, “Yes.”

After saying that, the Pavilion Master took out a business card and placed it on the table.

The card was inscribed with a name: Tilda Avery.

This name was quite unfamiliar; Ethan Smith had never heard of it before.

He took the card and asked with a frown, “Lord Pavilion Master, how come I’ve never heard of the Avery family before?”

“Because the Avery family has long moved overseas,” the Pavilion Master replied.

She pointed to the business card and said, “Tilda Avery is my good friend, and her father needs a pill called concentric pill.”

“This pill is a genuine Divine Rank pill. Tilda Avery has asked me many times, but I have never agreed, because I don’t have the prescription for the concentric pill at all.”

Hearing this, Ethan Smith quickly understood.

“You said before that you needed my help to refine the concentric pill, right?” Ethan Smith grabbed the card.

The Pavilion Master nodded, “Yes, if you can refine the concentric pill for the Avery family, I think they will give you the power of the Martial Saint.”

Ethan Smith held the card and immediately stood up.

He then said excitedly, “Lord Pavilion Master, thank you!”

The Pavilion Master continued, “Don’t be happy too soon. The power of the Martial Saint is of great significance, and they may not be willing to give it to you, so you’ll have to do it yourself.”

“Lord Pavilion Master, having the possibility of obtaining the power of the Martial Saint is already worth my effort,” Ethan Smith’s eyes were determined.

“Good.” The Pavilion Master nodded.

“In three days, you’ll set off on time, and I’ll notify the Averys to pick you up.”

Ethan Smith nodded vigorously, “Lord Pavilion Master, I won’t forget your great kindness, I…”

“Enough.” The Pavilion Master didn’t seem to like hearing that.

She waved her hand and said, “You may leave now.”

Ethan Smith coughed and then smiled awkwardly, “Then, Lord Pavilion Master, you have a rest.”

After saying that, Ethan Smith greeted Jackson Harris and jumped down from the Pavilion Master Building.

After Ethan Smith left, Jackson Harris poured a cup of tea and laughed, “Do you really think Tilda Avery would give the power of the Martial Saint to Ethan Smith?”

“I don’t know,” the Pavilion Master shook her head.

“Even if Tilda Avery truly refuses, it’s good for him to hide for a while.”

Jackson Harris couldn’t help but stroke his beard and smile, “You’re really thoughtful for him.”

The Pavilion Master smiled faintly, “I believe in Ethan Smith; he will definitely gain the power of the Martial Saint.”

“I think it’s impossible,” Jackson Harris shook his head.

“You should know what the power of the Martial Saint means; not all families can be on par with the Capital City Martial Arts Association.”

The Pavilion Master smiled, “How about we make a bet?”

“What’s the bet?” Jackson Harris asked.

The Pavilion Master said calmly, “If I win, you will impart the Nine Mysteries of the Taoist to Ethan Smith, how about that?”