Mrs. and Mr. Smith novel Chapter 963

Chapter 963: Chapter 963: Marc Fraley’s Cunning Plan Chapter 963 -963: Marc Fraley’s Cunning Plan Ethan Smith gazed earnestly at Jackson Harris, his eyes filled with expectation.

However, Jackson Harris shook his head and said, “Since you already understand the comprehension of dao techniques, you should realize that only through your own understanding can you step into the realm of Martial Saint.”

“After all, only you can comprehend your own path.”

Ethan Smith was speechless.

Indeed, if one hasn’t fully understood his own path, how could others comprehend it on his behalf?

“I understand,” Ethan Smith nodded subtly.

“Comprehending dao techniques is not a transient process, many people may take several decades, even a lifetime,” Jackson Harris said.

“Being a Martial Saint is like standing at a crossroads, determining the direction you want to take.”

Ethan Smith stood up and nodded, “Yes, thank you for the guidance, Senior.”

Afterwards, Ethan Smith departed from that place.

In the next few days.

Other than refining pills for Calvert Rose, Ethan Smith spent his time finding his own path.

The news of Jackson Harris entering the realm of Martial Saint quickly spread.

The news was akin to a strong antidepressant, giving everyone a sigh of relief.

When the news of the battle on the Nine Pinnacles Mountain spread, though, excitement grew overwhelmingly!

“This proves that our contemporary Martial Saints are stronger than the established saints in the Mystic Realm!”

“As long as someone becomes a Martial Saint, they can take on ten opponents simultaneously!”

“I wonder who will be the next to enter the realm of Martial Saint!”

While everyone was excited, Marc Fraley went to the Immortal Slaying Sect.

The Immortal Slaying Sect seemed to be in decline, unlike the top-notch sects in his memory.

Except for the white bone army, only Obadiah Heptinstall remained here.

“What brings you to me?” Obadiah Heptinstall, seeing the unexpected Marc Fraley, opened his eyes slightly.

Marc Fraley sat in front of Obadiah Heptinstall. Toying with a bead in his hand, he spoke lightly, “Aren’t you the one who’s been wanting to steal Martial Artists’ divine senses? I know a great place.”

“Nine Pinnacles Mountain?” Obadiah Heptinstall said, seeming to smile but not.

Marc Fraley was taken aback, “How do you know?”

Obadiah Heptinstall sneered, “Marc Fraley, are you trying to make me your pawn? Do you think you are qualified?”

Marc Fraley’s eyebrows tensed up immediately.

“What, are you scared?” Marc Fraley provoked.

Obadiah Heptinstall retorted, “Aren’t you scared, why don’t you go?”

“I don’t have your white bone army. If you are willing to lend your white bone army to me, I will flatten Nine Pinnacles Mountain tomorrow!” Marc Fraley said coldly.

“Are you implying that your white bone army is afraid of Jackson Harris?”

Obadiah Heptinstall snorted lightly and responded, “Jackson Harris isn’t worth mentioning in the face of my white bone army. But I’m not going to Nine Pinnacles Mountain.”

“Why?” Marc Fraley frowned.

Obadiah Heptinstall spoke indifferently, “There’s no need anymore, as I’ve already found the top-secret techniques of the Immortal Slaying Sect.”

“Top-secret techniques? What are they?” Marc Fraley continued to ask.

However, Obadiah Heptinstall simply closed his eyes, seemingly unwilling to answer the question.

Marc Fraley didn’t humiliate himself further. He scoffed and left.

After getting on the vehicle, Channing asked, “How did it go, Young Master Marc?”

Marc Fraley scoffed, “He’s become a coward. It seems that his white bone army is nothing more than a paper tiger!”

Channing voiced his concern, “What should we do then?”

Marc Fraley squinted his eyes, “There are things that one can’t just avoid doing simply because they don’t want to!”

In just a few days, Ethan Smith became noticeably thinner.

What’s more, fresh blood would intermittently trickle down the corners of his mouth over the past few days.

The wounds on his golden core seemed to have worsened.

“This is really troubling…” Ethan Smith murmured quietly.

“Once I find my own path, maybe I should go searching for the Heavenly Vanilla,” Ethan Smith contemplated silently.

…

Capital City Martial Arts Association.

Inside Marc Fraley’s office, a man was standing.

This man was emitting a sinister aura all over, his body wrapped in a black robe.

The man was none other than Dudley Lynch!

“Young Master Marc, what brings you to me…” Dudley Lynch’s aura became even more ominous, giving people the chills. Even Marc Fraley felt a hint of discomfort.

He frowned and then said, “I want you to murder someone, but make it look like Marc Fraley did it at the scene.”

“In other words, you should absorb divine senses, can you do it?”

Dudley Lynch flashed a smile and said, “For me…it’s as easy as pie. You only need to tell me who to kill.”

Marc Fraley took out a document and flung it towards Dudley Lynch.

Written on the document were numerous names in close succession.

Upon reading the names, a smirk appeared on Dudley Lynch’s face.

“So many people…has the Capital City Martial Arts Association grown so bold…” Dudley Lynch spoke ominously.

Marc Fraley coldly stated, “It’s not that the Capital City Martial Arts Association has become braver, it’s Obadiah Heptinstall who has grown bolder.”

Dudley Lynch sneered, “I understand, I will get it done tonight.”