Mrs. and Mr. Smith
Chapter 1132

Chapter 1132: Chapter 1132: Seeking Help from the Guardian_1 Chapter 1132: Chapter 1132: Seeking Help from the Guardian_1 That day, Heaven Gate was exceptionally lively.

Luxury cars could be seen arriving one after another.

As soon as the cars stopped, well-dressed individuals stepped out.

They came from all corners of the world–eccentric figures and martial artists–gathered here for one reason alone: to seek someone's protection once the Holy Region opened.

Ethan Smith had defeated a cultivator in the Mighty Realm and was being hailed as the greatest in the world; naturally, he had become everyone's focus.

At the same time, Ethan was deep in sleep.

When he woke up, two days had already passed.

Ethan groggily sat up in bed. The very first thing he did was use his divine sense to scan the entirety of Heaven Gate.

“Hm?”

Swiftly, Ethan noticed several bizarre auras.

His face darkened slightly, and he hurriedly darted out of his room to arrive at the Great Hall.

Looking at the people gathered in the hall, Ethan's brow furrowed faintly.

“Greetings, Mr. Smith.” Upon seeing him, everyone stood up and greeted him.

Ethan couldn't help feeling slightly bewildered. Instinctively, he looked toward the Pavilion Master.

“These people came here seeking you out,” the Pavilion Master stepped forward and explained.

“Their intention is quite simple: they're looking for your protection to ensure they can enter the Holy Region.”

Hearing this, Ethan couldn't help but feel both amused and exasperated.

Enter the Holy Region?

The Holy Region hadn't opened yet. To everyone, it was still shrouded in mystery.

*Even Ethan himself couldn't make any guarantees, let alone for others.*

But faced with the group's requests, Ethan didn't know how to refuse them either.

After a brief pause, Ethan said, “If I have the ability, I will certainly bring you all into the Holy Region. But if I can't, I hope you won't hold it against me.”

“You jest, sir. Just that assurance from you is enough to satisfy us,” the crowd replied, bowing slightly.

Ethan nodded faintly. Not wanting to waste too much time, he turned to the Pavilion Master and said, “Lord Pavilion Master, could you help arrange accommodations for them?”

“Alright.” The Pavilion Master accepted without hesitation.

Luckily, Heaven Gate had ample space. Once belonging to the Taylor family's Great Saint Sect, accommodating these people wasn't a challenge.

After settling them down, Ethan stood up and left Heaven Gate, heading straight for Capital City.

In the Second Secret Realm, Star was stationed there.

Standing before a rift, he was observing its changes day by day.

Over the past few days, the rift had steadily widened, and the aura seeping out from it was becoming increasingly intense.

“How long until the passage opens?” At that moment, Ethan appeared behind Star.

Star glanced at Ethan and said, “After observing it these past days, the rift has been expanding daily, by about three to five centimeters on average.”

“Three to five centimeters…” Ethan looked at the rift.

Currently, it had grown to about the thickness of a wrist. At this rate, in ten days, it could be as large as a dog hole.

“Listen.”

Suddenly, Star spoke.

Ethan held his breath and focused on the rift.

From within, faint sounds could be heard.

The noise resembled the tinkling of wind chimes–soft yet foreboding, indicating that the seal wouldn't last much longer.

“Ethan, when those eight senior officials descend, do you know how you'll handle it?” Star asked.

“No,” Ethan shook his head.

“In these last ten days, all I can do is fight. Whether I can prevail against them… *I'm unsure.*”

Star frowned and asked, “What are your odds?”

Ethan pondered for a moment, then raised a single finger.

“At best, ten percent.” Ethan replied gravely.

After all, they were eight cultivators in the Mighty Realm, at the peak of their strength. Having a ten percent chance wasn't bad in itself.

Star's expression turned grim. With a somber face, he asked, “And what if you lose?”

“Only death.” Ethan sighed softly.

*That was the truth; beyond that, he saw no solution.*

Star didn't reply. He, too, felt troubled inwardly.

*Facing eight senior officials, avoiding instant defeat would already be admirable.*

“Alright, enough talk. I need to retreat into seclusion–time is tight.” Ethan patted Star's shoulder.

“If there's any change with the seal, remember to wake me immediately.”

Star nodded silently. Though he said nothing, his face betrayed a complex expression.

Ethan turned and walked to a secluded room.

Closing his eyes slightly, he began meditating on the Character fighting formula.

Of all the techniques, the Character fighting formula offered the greatest boost to strength, so Ethan pinned his hopes on mastering it.

Just as Ethan entered seclusion, Star left the Second Secret Realm.

He headed straight for Heaven Gate, seeking out the Pavilion Master.

Seeing Star, the Pavilion Master appeared slightly surprised.

“Senior Star, what brings you here?” the Pavilion Master asked politely.

Star took a seat, his face clouded in gloom.

“Ethan doesn't stand a chance against the eight senior officials,” Star stated bluntly.

The Pavilion Master frowned slightly and replied, “Though his odds are indeed slim, they aren't entirely hopeless.”

Star fixed his gaze on the Pavilion Master and said coldly, “The chances are next to none. I know he defeated Jenson Harmon, but Jenson Harmon is incomparable to those senior officials.”

“The reason those officials control the Capital City Martial Arts Association is primarily due to Earth's resources.”

“Do you understand who's been exploiting these resources? The eight senior officials! Earth has billions of years of history–how many Dharma Treasures? How many cultivation holy items? Have you ever considered that?”

“Do you truly believe the Association's resources are distributed among the elegant young men in Capital City? What they get is barely a fraction!”

The Pavilion Master remained silent, waiting for Star to continue.

Star pressed on, “In other words, the officials are not only at their peak but likely far stronger than they were in the past.”

“Ethan couldn't even handle a single one, let alone all eight.”

The Pavilion Master paused before asking, “So, what do you propose we do?”

Star suddenly looked at the Pavilion Master, speaking emphatically, “Seek help.”

“Help?” The Pavilion Master chuckled wryly and said, “We're talking about cultivators in the Mighty Realm–the invincible ones–who could we possibly ask for help?”

Star replied coldly, “The Guardian, Ethan's father.”