Mrs. and Mr. Smith-Chapter 2407 - 2405: Cold Palace

There seem to be many cultivators lurking here, but it seems they have been ordered not to hinder Ethan Smith anymore.

During his journey, Ethan Smith felt an extremely cold breath.

Ethan Smith slightly frowned and went straight into it.

"This seems to be the Cold Palace, the palace where the emperor confines concubines who have committed crimes. Some concubines repent here and can never leave."

Salena Carpenter also had contact with people from the Holmes Royal Family, so she roughly understood some information.

What Ethan Smith cared about was not this, but the fact that even with his current Divine Soul Power, he could still feel the cold, which was a bit strange.

Suddenly, a crying sound that sounded like a complaint came from near a well.

A woman dressed in a red robe was continuously crying by the well.

"Miss, are you alright?"

Frederick Cohen walked over and asked in a booming voice.

The woman turned her head, her already rotten cheek facing Frederick Cohen; she hooked up a strange smile on her lips, and a dry, hoarse voice came from her mouth,

"I’m so cold!"

"Mom, there’s a ghost!"

Frederick Cohen let out a wolf howl, and his feet were frantically stamping on the ground, almost scaring the shit out of him.

Ah!

The red-robed woman’s face showed a ferocious expression, instantly turning into a red light and slamming into Frederick Cohen.

Frederick Cohen then reacted, swiftly striking back with a palm.

However, the red-robed woman directly passed through his palm, going straight through Frederick Cohen’s body.

In an instant, Frederick Cohen’s vitality significantly weakened, while the red-robed woman.

Her vitality, on the contrary, rose greatly, and her blood-red robe seemed fiery red as if to drip blood.

"This woman seems to be a spirit body, I can’t touch her!"

Frederick Cohen shouted loudly. Although he had not yet reached the Tribulation Transcending Realm, he was just a step away from a major tribulation, and with his innate holy body, he wouldn’t immediately lose against Crossing Tribulation Cultivators, but he couldn’t do anything about this woman in the red robe.

Salena Carpenter suddenly pointed out, her finger carrying a trace of Vermilion Bird Flames, instantly piercing through the red-robed woman.

She let out a miserable scream, but almost at the same time, freēwēbηovel.c૦m

From all around them, a cold wind blew.

Amidst the rustling sounds, numerous palace maids and concubines appeared around them.

There were palace maids who had just finished dressing up, those fetching water by the well, and many more young girls crying in the rooms.

A bitter resentment instantly swept through the entire Cold Palace.

In the air, visible water turned into ice crystals, fell to the ground, and then countless ice flowers bounced up.

The extreme coldness of their Divine Souls nearly froze the Divine Souls of Ethan Smith and his companions.

Bang!

A golden Divine Sense Avatar in Ethan Smith’s Sea of Knowledge suddenly opened its eyes, a wave of Soul Breaking Gold Light violently slashing horizontally.

In a flash, nearly twenty resentful spirits cried out mournfully, then turned into mist and dispersed into the air.

"Let’s go!"

After that strike, Ethan Smith immediately grabbed Salena Carpenter and Frederick Cohen, and they suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Behind them, the resentful spirits violently chased after them, their terrifying resentment like a sea, trying to drag the Divine Souls of the three of them into the sea of resentment.

Vermilion Bird Dance!

Salena Carpenter’s face turned furious, she shook her fist downwards, and countless starry flames immediately erupted with her punch.

Those resentful spirits, as if encountering their nemesis, let out miserable howls.

Taking advantage of this gap, Ethan Smith decisively left the place.

"These resentful spirits seem unusual; even if we manage to kill them, the resentment is still trapped here, unable to break out of this Imperial Palace."

Ethan Smith glanced at the Cold Palace, a hint of fierceness flashing in his eyes.

"I’ve noticed it too. The surging resentment in the Imperial Palace is terribly strong. Beneath this resentment, there might be even more powerful vengeful spirits. We need to quickly find the source, otherwise, once we’re surrounded by these spirits, escaping might still result in injuries."

Salena Carpenter said gravely.

Ethan Smith’s Soul Breaking Gold Light can only kill dozens of resentful spirits, but here, there are countless.

If these spirits were to attack together, even Ethan Smith might not be able to withstand it.

"It seems that the annihilation of the Holmes Royal Family might not have been an accident, but the work of the Monohorse Hall."

Ethan Smith had a vague idea, his gaze turning icy.

The silver desolate divine eye on his forehead suddenly changed, the golden pupil within.

He saw another world, countless resentful energies trapped within the Imperial Palace; around the palace, there was an invisible force. Any resentful spirit touching that force would instantly be obliterated.

And after their death, their energy would spread again inside the palace, giving birth to new vengeful spirits.

Ethan Smith closed his Second Layer Desert God’s Eye, his body flashed, and instantly appeared at the source.

"The Ancestral Temple? This is the burial ground of the ancestors of the Holmes Royal Family." Salena Carpenter looked at the huge Temple Hall, a bad premonition flashing in her mind.

The resentment here was even denser and more substantial than in the Cold Palace, by at least dozens of times.

"There’s indeed a ghost!"

Ethan Smith forcefully stepped into the Ancestral Temple, and, in an instant, the chillingly cold air of resentment rushed into his Sea of Consciousness.

Standing every second drained a tremendous amount of his Divine Soul Power.

In front of him was a large space filled with the scent of earth, adorned with exquisite stone carvings on the pillars.

The beautiful patterns on the palace’s ceiling and walls echoed the solemnity of this place.

On each side, hundreds of spirit tablets were placed on tables.

These were all ancestors of the Holmes Royal Family, who once established an empire that dominated the world, yet today, only the Prince and his bloodline remain.

However, Ethan Smith didn’t sense the presence he had perceived through the desolate divine eye.

"Something’s wrong, is something hidden here?"

Ethan Smith’s expression changed.

"Break!"

Endless golden light burst forth once more from the desolate divine eye on his forehead, the world before his eyes abruptly turning grim.

Inside the temple, countless large spirits were frolicking wildly.

The decayed and sinister Qi filled the entire space, such vast Ghost Qi was something Ethan Smith was seeing for the first time.

The entire temple was corroded by this ghost Qi into a rotten state, and hanging above were hundreds of mirrors.

In each mirror, there appeared a woman’s face.

Some were laughing weirdly, some withering away, some mutilating their own faces with knives, some utterly calm.

And above the whole temple, an extremely eerie sword floated.

The sword seemed ethereal, its hilt made from a scarecrow.

At the joint between the sword hilt and blade, a strange wind chime was tied.

Even Ethan Smith, who had been through countless life-and-death situations, was terrified by this scene.

"Is this really the Imperial Palace, or have we come to Satan’s realm?"

Ethan Smith’s scalp numbed, unclear of what exactly was happening.

At that moment, the space suddenly shook.