Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1445: I Plan to Play by Myself!

"Then I’ll come find Steward Weber again after I win."

Wyatt Barnes put away the written agreement and smiled at Vein Weber.

"I’ll be waiting."

Vein Weber wore a false smile, but his heart was full of disdain: Three days later, I’ll wait until you still have the life to come find me!

"Senior Brother Wyatt Barnes truly acts magnanimously! With one move, he wagers ten thousand seventh-grade holy stones."

"Even though I’m an outer disciple living in the stone house zone, I can only receive a hundred seventh-grade holy stones per month... Ten thousand seventh-grade holy stones would take me over eight years to save up without spending any!"

"It seems Senior Brother Wyatt Barnes must have been favored by the City Lord of one of the eighteen cities under Moon Radiance Sect before he joined the sect."

"That much is already obvious."

...

As Wyatt Barnes placed his wager, the atmosphere on site grew even more lively.

Many outer disciples placed bets, and they wagered even more ’boldly.’

Of course, most of their bets were placed on Sail Fenning winning, but even so, Vein Weber’s face bloomed with satisfaction... There were still many placing bets on Wyatt Barnes winning.

In his eyes, anyone betting on Wyatt Barnes winning, including Wyatt himself, was just handing him money.

"Starting now, aside from holy stones, you can also wager with ’merit points.’"

Vein Weber announced loudly.

As soon as his voice fell, he looked toward Wyatt Barnes, who had yet to walk far, and laughed wickedly, "Wyatt Barnes, your teacher before entering Moon Radiance Sect must have transferred quite a lot of merit points to you, right?"

Merit points!

Vein Weber’s words stirred the crowd like a thunderclap.

Within Moon Radiance Sect, merit points were even rarer than holy stones.

Merit points aren’t something most people would exchange for with even a great number of holy stones.

In Moon Radiance Sect, merit points could be used to borrow top-grade human-rank martial arts techniques or exchange for top-grade human-rank sacred tools and lower-grade earth-rank sacred tools... Of course, exchanging for the lower-grade earth-rank sacred tools requires an immense amount of merit points.

In the outer sect, only outer sect elders and outer sect stewards possessed lower-grade earth-rank sacred tools.

Even without Saint Markings engraved, a lower-grade earth-rank sacred tool demands tens of thousands of merit points to exchange for... If it has engraved Saint Markings, its value is even greater.

Besides lower-grade earth-rank sacred tools, merit points could also be exchanged for high-grade sacred pill medicines, or even powerful Taoist Talismans.

"Merit points?"

Wyatt Barnes immediately understood Vein Weber’s intentions—he was targeting the merit points in Wyatt’s hands.

Truth be told, Wyatt truly had quite a few merit points.

Back when he left Hill Mountain City, his teacher had transferred a whopping ten thousand merit points to him... Of course, they weren’t entirely his; he only held five thousand.

The remaining five thousand merit points belonged to others: three thousand were for Ling Yun, and two thousand were for Baer Bear.

Wyatt was merely safeguarding them temporarily.

In Moon Radiance Sect, outer disciples only receive merit points once every six months... And even in the independent courtyard zone, outer disciples only receive a thousand merit points every half year.

In stone house or wooden house zones, the merit points outer disciples receive each half year are even fewer.

To accumulate merit points in Moon Radiance Sect, relying on periodic payouts won’t suffice... One must complete various missions and contribute to the sect to earn merit points.

"I wager a thousand merit points on Senior Brother Sail Fenning winning!"

Quickly, an outer disciple gritted his teeth and told Vein Weber his bet.

A moment later, he received a written agreement and transferred a thousand merit points from his crystal card to Vein Weber’s card as his stake.

If Sail Fenning wins three days later, he can earn an additional five merit points.

Even a tiny gain counts as meat!

Seeing someone actually wager merit points, Wyatt Barnes’ eyes lit up.

Then he turned his attention to Vein Weber, who had redirected focus on him, and said coolly, "Steward Weber, I may have quite a few merit points, but I don’t intend to play with you."

"Afraid to play, are you?"

Vein Weber scoffed mockingly, "Wyatt Barnes, as they say—’What you bring in life, you don’t take in death.’ If I were you, I’d wager all my merit points on myself and fight to the bitter end!"

"Afraid?"

Wyatt laughed lightly, "I never said I wasn’t playing... I just said I don’t want to play with you. I plan to play my own game!"

"What do you mean?"

Vein Weber frowned deeply.

Immediately, the crowd of outer disciples also fixed their eyes on Wyatt Barnes, puzzled and curious about his meaning.

"Everyone, I’m planning to set up the stakes myself and gamble big... However, my stakes are limited to bets on Sail Fenning winning. I’ll only accept wagers made in merit points! I alone will take on all of you. But the odds I offer will be far higher than Steward Weber’s."

Under the questioning gazes of the crowd, Wyatt Barnes declared loudly: "Three days from now, there will be a life-and-death duel between Sail Fenning and me... If Sail Fenning wins, the odds are thirty to one!"

As Wyatt’s voice fell, the entire area fell into silence.

So that’s what Wyatt Barnes meant by playing his own game.

He would act as the bookie.

Only bets for Sail Fenning’s victory would be accepted.

And the odds were thirty to one.

In other words, wagering a thousand merit points on Sail Fenning winning would earn the person back their thousand points plus thirty thousand merit points.

Instantly, the eyes of many outer disciples lit up. "Senior Brother Wyatt Barnes, I wager nine hundred merit points."

"Senior Brother Wyatt Barnes, I’ll wager seven hundred merit points."

"Senior Brother Wyatt Barnes, I wager twelve hundred merit points!"

...

A crowd of outer disciples flocked around Wyatt Barnes, enthusiastically placing bets.

Wyatt Barnes offered thirty-to-one odds for Sail Fenning’s victory... Meanwhile, Vein Weber only offered thirty-to-two odds.

Anyone with half a brain knew where to place their bets.

Suddenly, Vein Weber’s area was entirely abandoned.

"Hmph!"

Seeing the crowd of disciples gathering around Wyatt Barnes to place bets, Vein Weber snorted coldly. His voice infused with True Energy rang out like thunder, "Have you even considered whether Wyatt Barnes has enough merit points to pay everyone back if Sail Fenning wins?"

Vein Weber’s statement cooled the enthusiasm of many outer disciples.

He had a point.

Even with thirty-to-one odds, once the betting pool outweighed the payout abilities of Wyatt Barnes, there wouldn’t be sufficient merit points to compensate the winners.

"Wyatt Barnes, are you attempting an empty-handed scheme?"

Vein Weber sneered mockingly.

Facing Vein Weber’s mockery and the questioning looks of nearby disciples, Wyatt Barnes wordlessly retrieved his crystal card, infused his True Energy into it, and displayed its balance for all to see.

Ten thousand merit points!

Seeing the number on Wyatt Barnes’ crystal card, the eyes of the crowd turned red, itching to snatch the card away.

"Ten thousand merit points. At thirty-to-one odds, that’s enough to cover three hundred thousand merit points of wagers... Does anyone still doubt whether I can afford to pay out?"

Wyatt Barnes swept his gaze over the crowd and asked calmly.

"No doubts!"

A wave of outer disciples shook their heads simultaneously.

What a joke!

With ten thousand merit points on hand, Wyatt had capacity to cover wagers totaling up to three hundred thousand merit points.

"However, these ten thousand merit points are all that I have... So, anyone intending to bet against me should act quickly. Once wagers reach the three hundred thousand limit, I will no longer accept any bets."

Wyatt seized the momentum and said.

"Senior Brother Wyatt Barnes, I want to bet! Two thousand merit points!"

"Senior Brother Wyatt Barnes, I’m in! Fifteen hundred merit points!"

...

At once, frantic disciples rushed to place wagers with Wyatt Barnes, leaving him so overwhelmed he could barely manage. "Line up! One at a time!"

As each bet was transferred into Wyatt’s crystal card, he issued written agreements with his fingerprint pressed upon them.

Seeing how his warnings had not only failed to slow Wyatt Barnes but had actually fueled his betting frenzy, Vein Weber’s expression grew even darker.

"Wyatt Barnes... First, you destroyed my nephew’s chances with the sect, and now you’re cutting off my source of income... Damn you!"

Vein Weber’s eyes burned with rage, wanting nothing more than to tear Wyatt Barnes to pieces.

However, as an outer steward, Vein Weber had no authority or standing to commit murder freely within the sect... Even outer elders wouldn’t dare defy the rules of the sect without risking death by punishment.

Thus, all he could do was endure.

Vein Weber’s body trembled violently in fury.

"Three days from now, I will absolutely show up and personally witness your death at Sail Fenning’s hands."

Vein Weber glared coldly at Wyatt Barnes, grinding his teeth.

"Ah!"

Having thought this far, Vein Weber’s expression shifted, and a sly smile climbed across his lips as if he had suddenly recalled something.

"Wyatt Barnes, you keep claiming you’ll only take bets on Sail Fenning winning... But if Sail Fenning wins, you’d already be dead. At that point, who will fulfill such wagers? How will everyone get their merit points?"

Vein Weber’s True Energy-infused voice exploded like thunder, awakening doubts within the crowd of disciples.

"He’s right. If Sail Fenning wins, doesn’t Senior Brother Wyatt Barnes perish?"

"Who fulfills wagers made with a dead man?"

"Senior Brother Wyatt Barnes, how do you plan to handle this?"

...

A collective mutter spread among the outer disciples as their gazes returned to Wyatt Barnes, demands rising like tides. "Senior Brother Wyatt Barnes, we need an answer... Or else we’ll retract our wagers."

"That’s right! We need a clear arrangement!"

"A life-and-death duel with Sail Fenning means defeat means death for you... What happens to our wagers then?"

...

The outer disciples clamored louder and louder.

"Regarding this, you need not worry."

Wyatt Barnes raised his hand, motioning for the disciples to quiet down before calmly smiling, "The written agreements made today will be handed to Elder Easton to witness... And my crystal card will be entrusted to Elder Easton as well."

"Should I die three days later, the crystal card will dissolve its ownership... At that time, anyone holding my agreements can go to Elder Easton and retrieve their merit points along with any winnings owed."