Mrs. and Mr. Smith
Chapter 1907

Chapter 1907: Chapter 1907: The Terror of the Stone Stairway_1 Chapter 1907: Chapter 1907: The Terror of the Stone Stairway_1 Like jade, the stone stairs were incomparably white, seemingly symbolizing a beautiful meaning.

Yet, the more beautiful things seemed, the more disasters might be hidden beneath them.

Ethan Smith steadily walked up the stone stairs step by step.

The entire city was under a secret technique, preventing anyone from using spiritual power, thus making everyone no different from ordinary people.

Fortunately, Ethan's physical strength was far greater than an ordinary person, so he didn't have too much trouble walking on these stone stairs.

But others were not as lucky as Ethan, countless people were lying on the stairs panting, some even broke their feet in the process of trying to gain the Taylor family's recognition, with some even exposing most of their foot bones.

Ethan's brows furrowed tightly as he saw people on the stairs resembling refugees, causing his heart to feel pity for them.

He looked at a nearby cultivator whose foot bones had been ground away by half but was still struggling to climb upwards.

Ethan asked in confusion, “Why are you so determined to enter the Taylor family? What's the purpose?”

The other person glanced at Ethan and replied, “Aren't you the same?”

Ethan smiled bitterly, “Not the same, at least I've paid much less than you.”

The cultivator didn't get angry and sighed, saying, “True, these stairs are meant to select the most outstanding people, and every person who starts climbing the stairs has a record.”

“A record? What do you mean?” Ethan was quite confused.

The cultivator pointed towards the Taylor family floating in the Void and said, “The time it takes for each person to climb varies. The shorter the time, the higher the talent. If it takes more than a month, then even if they reach the top, it's meaningless.”

Ethan suddenly understood. No wonder these people didn't want to give up even if their foot bones were ground away.

Not only this cultivator but many others around them were in tremendous pain.

Sorrow and pity were shown in Ethan's eyes, unable to be hidden.

A cultivator nearby seemed to see Ethan's thoughts and sighed, “If you keep climbing, you'll see even more tragic scenes.”

Ethan realized there would be even more severely injured people above, and some might even die on the stone stairway.

“If you can't climb up, why not choose to leave?” Ethan asked in confusion.

The cultivator snorted lightly and said, “Having climbed halfway up, who would willingly give up? Moreover, when reaching that position, the body is exhausted, and is severely worn down. Regardless of going up or down, it's hard to escape death, so why not give it a try?”

Ethan was speechless.

In such a situation, it indeed seemed like being caught between a rock and a hard place.

“Even if you go to the Taylor family, what benefits would it bring?” Ethan sighed slightly.

“There are many benefits. The Taylor family treats cultivators quite well. Each month, they will give you ten bottles of Centella asiatica, and you'll also have a chance to listen to dao technique teachings,” said the cultivator.

“Many cultivators have successfully risen through the ranks in the Taylor family, and some have even broken through to the True Saint Realm. Who wouldn't envy that?”

Ethan remained silent, sighing in his heart.

Perhaps for Ethan, he had already left behind the lowest rank of rogue cultivators and was no longer aware of their real lives and cultivation conditions.

The two continued to climb upwards. Ethan appeared much more relaxed; under the premise of not being able to use spiritual power, Ethan's chaotic body's advantage was quite obvious.

However, Ethan knew deep down that during this trip to the Taylor family, he must remain low-key and avoid being discovered, so he planned to complete the climb in one month.

As the two climbed, suddenly, someone in the sky stepped on a divine artifact to fly and landed on the Taylor family's mountain range.

Seeing this scene, Ethan asked doubtfully, “Why doesn't that person have to climb these stairs?”

“You're overthinking it. That person was invited by the Taylor family and doesn't need to climb these stairs, nor will they be restricted by the formation,” the other person explained.

Ethan nodded and didn't say any more.

“However, with a face like yours, even if you go to the Taylor family, they might not necessarily accept you,” said the cultivator, laughing at that moment.

Ethan touched his face and remembered his ugly appearance.

“Does the Taylor family care about looks?” Ethan asked with confusion.

“Of course, since you're in the Taylor family, you represent their image. Wouldn't being too ugly be a disgrace to the Taylor family?” The cultivator laughed.

Ethan secretly thought to himself that this was bad.

Damn, this ugly face might actually cause trouble.

As Ethan looked down, he could no longer see the people below.

This showed that he had already reached a high position. At this moment, it was unrealistic to go back, so he could only take one step at a time.

The two continued to climb, and after three more days, the cultivator had exhausted his strength. His injuries were even more severe, leaving bloodstains on the stone stairs.

The fresh blood flowed downwards along the stone stairs, disappearing without a trace in less than half a second, as if evaporated.

“No wonder these stone stairs are so clean,” thought Ethan to himself.

“Brother, I'm afraid I won't make it,” said the cultivator, waving his hand at that moment.

He sat on the stairs, looking extremely tired, and his breath was weak and listless.

Ethan frowned slightly and asked, “So, what do you plan to do?”

“I don't know,” he replied in a straightforward manner, smiling, “I'll probably die on these stairs. You can go on.”

Ethan wanted to say something but knew that offering help might lead to unnecessary trouble.

So, Ethan could only nod and say, “Good luck to you.”

After saying that, Ethan continued to climb upwards.

The higher he climbed, the more deaths and injuries he encountered. Therefore, the stone stairs were no longer as clean as before due to too much blood, making the stairs' absorption somewhat overwhelmed.

Seeing this scene, Ethan stopped in his tracks.

He clenched his teeth and turned back to the cultivator.

“Why did you come back?” The cultivator looked quite surprised seeing Ethan return.

Without responding, Ethan took out a pill from his Spatial Magic Artifact and stuffed it into the cultivator's mouth.

Although the pill wasn't valuable, it had the ability to heal injuries.

After swallowing the pill, the cultivator's injury significantly improved.

“Come with me,” said Ethan.

The cultivator looked at Ethan before him and smiled bitterly, “Pills are rare on these stairs. So many people could have survived with just one pill, yet, in the end, they died on these stairs.”

It was no exaggeration to say that on these stairs, a pill was as precious as a drop of water in a desert.

“Thank you,” the cultivator cupped his hands towards Ethan.

Ethan said solemnly, “I can only help you this one time. As for whether you can climb up or not, it depends on your fortune.”