Mrs. and Mr. Smith novel Chapter 915

Chapter 915: Chapter 915: Cultivation in the Peach Blossom Wonderland_1

The invisible pressure brought by these seven people made everyone shudder.

Even the proud aristocratic young masters were all silent at this moment.

“Seven Martial Saints… They can be called the rulers of this world.” Ricardo Bowman couldn’t help but murmur in a low voice.

“With them here, we won’t get any benefits.”

“So what, even Martial Saints can’t be overly domineering! If they really have the ability, just kill us all!”

“The young masters in the Mystic Realm haven’t arrived yet, who knows what will happen when they come.”

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Everyone was looking at the big mine in front of them, about to be excavated, with worried expressions on their faces.

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On the other side.

By the time Ethan Smith woke up, he was already lying on a bamboo bed.

The surrounding environment made Ethan Smith feel very unfamiliar.

Although the room was extremely simple, it was very tidy.

Ethan Smith slowly sat up from the bed.

He rubbed his head, feeling dizzy and aching in his chest.

Obviously, Ethan Smith’s injuries had not healed.

Then, Ethan Smith released his divine sense, covering the surrounding area.

Soon, Ethan Smith found several figures.

From their breath, they all seemed to be ordinary people.

“You’re awake.”

At this moment, a girl dressed in plain clothes walked in from outside.

The girl had a head full of thick black hair, and her clothes told of her family’s situation.

“Who are you?” Ethan Smith tried to ask.

The girl hurriedly said, “My name is Queenie Welch. I saw you while I was picking herbs, so I brought you back.”

Ethan Smith glanced at the herbs on the table, then turned to the medicinal soup being cooked next to him.

“You made this?” Ethan Smith asked.

Queenie Welch quickly nodded and said, “Yes, my father taught me.”

Ethan Smith slowly walked to the table, picked up the medicinal soup and sniffed it, and couldn’t help but be a little surprised.

Although the girl’s concoction was ordinary, her technique was incredibly meticulous.

“Don’t worry, my father is a renowned doctor in the area, and he has saved many people!” Queenie Welch seemed afraid of Ethan Smith’s concerns and hastily explained.

Ethan Smith smiled and said, “Thank you.”

Queenie Welch finally relaxed and whispered, “I thought your injuries were very severe and almost impossible to save, but I didn’t expect you to recover so quickly.”

Ethan Smith did not say much; Queenie Welch was just an ordinary person, so there was no need to tell her too much.

“You must be hungry after waking up. Just wait a moment, our family is about to have dinner.” Queenie Welch seemed to remember something.

Ethan Smith nodded and said, “That would be very kind of you, thank you.”

Queenie Welch said somewhat flustered, “It’s no bother, you rest first, and I’ll come get you in a moment.”

After saying that, she hurriedly ran out.

Ethan Smith got up and walked out of the room.

The fresh air hit his face, and it turned out that this place was a small mountain village.

Everything around the village was covered within a mountain forest, almost secluded from the world.

“I never would have expected to find such a place,” Ethan Smith exclaimed.

There was a faint aura here, although it wouldn’t help a martial artist make much progress, it was hugely beneficial for the villagers.

Then, Ethan Smith glanced at the room’s wall, and saw that many dried herbs were hanging on it.

These herbs were very common, and most of them were unnamed wild herbs.

“This is a good place to heal from injuries,” Ethan Smith remarked.

Anyway, Ethan Smith had nowhere to go right now. It wouldn’t hurt to stay here temporarily to recuperate.

“With my current physical condition, it will take no more than three days to recover,” Ethan Smith thought to himself.

Three days wouldn’t make a big difference, and this kind of peaceful life might bring different mindsets, benefiting his cultivation.

While Ethan Smith was lost in thought, Queenie Welch came running from not far away.

Ethan rarely had such leisure, so he simply immersed himself in it.

After some conversation, he learned that the village was called Southerntain Village, which had existed for many years. People in the village were rarely willing to leave.

They relied on farming, growing vegetables, and hunting for their livelihood, truly like an earthly paradise.

After the meal, the villagers lit a bonfire and started singing and dancing around it.

The singing and dancing scene made Ethan feel a little unreal.

Compared to the dangers outside, this place was indeed a pure land.

After dinner, Queenie took Ethan back home.

As they walked, Ethan casually asked, “How come I didn’t see your parents?”

Mentioning this, Queenie whispered, “My parents have passed away; I only have a younger brother.”

“Oh.” Ethan casually responded.

As for Queenie’s tragic past, Ethan didn’t have much of a reaction. He was already accustomed to life and death.

Upon returning home, Queenie busied herself with organizing herbs.

“You…wait a moment, I’ll boil water for you to wash up with.” Queenie said while cleaning up.

Ethan waved his hand and found a place to sit down.

Gazing at the full moon in the sky, Ethan’s thoughts were heavy.

“It’s too difficult to fight against them without entering the Martial Saint Realm,” Ethan thought secretly.

He couldn’t help but remember the scene of his battle with Alaric.

That Alaric had clearly not used his full strength; otherwise, Ethan might have already died at his hands.

“Martial Saint…” Ethan couldn’t help but worry.

Even with the line word formula, a Martial Saint could still seal space.

If they encountered them again next time, escaping wouldn’t be as easy.

“It would be great if I could change my appearance,” Ethan thought to himself.

On the side, Queenie had already prepared the herbs.

She put the herbs into a basket and carried it on her back.

“Ethan…Smith, I have to deliver these herbs. Do…do you want to come with me?” After struggling for a long time, Queenie mustered up the courage to ask.