Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1448: Triumph of Holden Yellow

"Looks like you still remember."

Vein Weber sneered, "If it weren’t for you, given my nephew’s talent, entering the Sect would have been a simple matter... But because of you, he’s destined to never be part of the Moon Radiance Sect in this life."

"Steward Weber, rather than resenting me here, why don’t you ask your nephew why he couldn’t even defeat me."

Wyatt Barnes glanced at Vein Weber indifferently and could not be bothered to pay him any more attention.

His attention was on the crystal card in his hand.

The merit points on the crystal card were nearly 2.1 million, with a hundred thousand of them being his own and the rest being from bets he had accepted.

"With the ’capital’ in my hands, I can still accept another million merit points in bets."

Wyatt mumbled to himself, while his gaze swept over the group of outer sect stewards and elders, thinking to himself, "They sure are holding their composure well."

Almost as soon as Wyatt’s thought crossed his mind, an outer sect steward stepped forward, "Since Vein Weber is joining the fun, I naturally won’t miss out... I’ll bet a hundred thousand merit points."

"Alright."

Skilfully accepting the hundred thousand merit points transferred from this outer sect steward, Wyatt loudly and deliberately declared as he handed over the promissory note, "Once I receive another 900,000 merit points, the betting will be closed!"

As soon as Wyatt finished speaking, the group of outer sect stewards couldn’t stay calm anymore and swarmed over, "I’ll bet fifty thousand merit points!"

"I’ll bet sixty thousand merit points!"

"I’ll bet eighty thousand merit points!"

...

Though not as crazy as Vein Weber, they still contributed a fair portion of their own ’funds’.

In no time, Wyatt had accumulated over 2.6 million merit points in bets.

At this moment, several outer sect elders came over.

Among them was Pierce Reid, who had once presided over the entrance assessment and wanted to take Wyatt as a personal disciple, only to be politely refused.

As the outer sect elders approached, Wyatt noticed a mental force brazenly sweeping over him, instantly enveloping his whole body as if probing for something.

The owner of this mental force was a somewhat chubby outer sect elder who appeared all smiles and harmless to people and animals alike.

However, Wyatt knew well in his heart.

This outer sect elder was definitely not as simple as he appeared—he was a textbook ’smiling tiger’.

A dagger hidden in a smile; that’s the kind of person he was.

"Wyatt, it seems you really did, as rumored, break through to the ’Transcending Mortal Realm—Small Perfection’ after the entrance assessment... With your Small Perfection cultivation, defeating Ricky Ridge and Javier Lynch in succession, you’re indeed worthy of pride."

The ’smiling tiger’ approached Wyatt and said with a smile.

"Thank you, Elder, for the compliment."

Wyatt responded blandly, having no fondness for this outer sect elder who rudely probed his cultivation.

"Transcending Mortal Realm—Small Perfection?"

The speaker spoke unintentionally, but the listener took it to heart; Pierce Reid was startled upon hearing the words of the ’smiling tiger’ and transmitted through True Energy, asking, "Elder Holden Yellow, did you just probe Wyatt Barnes’ cultivation?"

Holden Yellow nodded faintly, looking at Wyatt before Pierce Reid and the other outer sect elders could speak, and said quickly, "How much more bets can you accept? The rest, I’ll take it all myself!"

Upon hearing this, Wyatt’s eyes narrowed suddenly, the corners of his mouth curling into a cold smile, indiscernible to others.

Shush, shush, shush!

...

In response to Holden Yellow’s words, the faces of Pierce Reid and several other outer sect elders changed, with the other elders displaying urgency, saying, "Elder Yellow, you can’t hog all the benefits!"

"Exactly! Those who see it have a share; how can you claim all the remaining bets for yourself?"

"Elder Yellow, that’s not fair."

...

The outer sect elders expressed their discontent vocally.

Only Pierce Reid wasn’t vying with Holden Yellow; he merely wanted to remind Holden Yellow that a month ago, when Wyatt defeated Javier Lynch, his cultivation was at only the ’Transcending Mortal Realm—Late Stage’.

He had obtained this information a month ago through mental techniques.

As Pierce Reid was about to speak up, Holden Yellow hummed first, "You old guys are slow, who can you blame? First come, first served; how can you not understand this bit of etiquette?"

Holden Yellow’s words were blunt and impolite, not considering the darkened expressions of several outer sect elders at all.

Hearing this, even Pierce Reid couldn’t help feeling a bit disgruntled.

Thus, he didn’t remind Holden Yellow further.

"Holden Yellow, whether we can place bets or not isn’t for you to decide! This betting was organized by Wyatt Barnes, not you, Holden Yellow."

"Exactly! The betting was set up by Wyatt Barnes; how do you know he wants to give all the remaining quota to you?"

"Holden Yellow, don’t be self-absorbed."

...

The outer sect elders spoke with disdain.

"Wyatt Barnes, you heard what I just said, right?"

Hearing the outer sect elders’ words, Holden Yellow turned to Wyatt, squinting and asked unkindly.

"Yes."

Wyatt nodded blandly.

"Wyatt Barnes, don’t listen to him! If he dares to give you trouble over this, us old guys aren’t that easy to deal with either."

"Exactly! We’ll back you up."

"You don’t need to be afraid of him."

...

The outer sect elders looked at Wyatt, encouraging him.

"Sorry, dear elders... As they say, ’first come, first served.’ Since Elder Yellow spoke first, I can only give the remaining quota to him. Next time, if I set up another betting arrangement, I’ll definitely prioritize you."

After being bombarded by the outer sect elders in turn, Wyatt apologized.

"Did you hear that?"

Upon hearing Wyatt’s words, Holden Yellow looked pleased and nodded at Wyatt, saying, "Wyatt Barnes, you’re truly excellent, really excellent... very sensible. If you weren’t set for a life-and-death duel with Sail Fenning tomorrow, I’d love to take you as my disciple."

"Thank you, Elder Holden Yellow, for your consideration."

Wyatt managed a slight smile as he looked at Holden Yellow, completely ignoring the other elders.

However, his peripheral vision couldn’t help but sweep over Pierce Reid, "This Elder Pierce Reid didn’t say a word all along; seems he didn’t intend to bet. If not, why is he here to join the excitement?"

Wyatt felt disdainful.

If Pierce Reid had spoken up just now, he would have certainly allocated a share of the quota to him.

A month ago, Pierce Reid had indiscreetly probed his cultivation, which had irked him greatly.

After being rejected by Wyatt, the faces of those outer sect elders changed, though they were left with no recourse, having nothing to do.

Threats?

Wyatt was most likely going to be killed tomorrow, so what good would threats do?

As for Wyatt’s claim that next time, if there was a chance to set up another betting arrangement, he’d prioritize them, they considered it mere ’nonsense’... In their view, it was nearly impossible for Wyatt to survive tomorrow.

Only Pierce Reid gazed deeply at Wyatt without saying a word.

He knew that even if he reminded Holden Yellow now, it would only be taken as an attempt to share in the pie by Holden Yellow.

"Wyatt Barnes, how much more can you accept in bets?"

Holden Yellow took out his crystal card and asked Wyatt.

"Thirty-six thousand more."

Wyatt said.

Hearing this, Holden Yellow swiftly transferred 36,000 merit points from his crystal card... On the surface, it seemed brisk, but inside, he felt a twinge of pain.

Altogether, he held just over 40,000 merit points.

Losing 36,000 at once was quite a blow for him.

However, as long as he thought of retrieving his 36,000 merit points the next day and gaining an additional income of over a thousand merit points, the pain felt worth it.

"Three hundred thousand, complete."

Wyatt felt thrilled internally, though he showed no intention of revealing it outwardly, maintaining composure.

He understood the principle of quietly making a fortune.

"Dear elders, with the betting completed, I should head back and cultivate to prepare for tomorrow’s life-and-death duel... Farewell!"

Putting away the crystal card, Wyatt bid farewell to the outer sect elders before him and left.

"This Wyatt Barnes is indeed impressive."

Watching Wyatt’s distant figure, Holden Yellow nodded with satisfaction.

Of course, the reason he found Wyatt impressive was that Wyatt had withstood the pressure and decided to give him the remaining quota... In his mind, Wyatt was essentially giving him the extra merit points for free.

As for the remaining elders, other than Pierce Reid who seemed thoughtful, the rest looked displeased.

They hadn’t expected Wyatt to be so ungrateful, daring to ignore them.

"Return to cultivate... Even with another year given to him, he’s unlikely to match Sail Fenning now!"

"Daring to accept Sail Fenning’s challenge for a life-and-death duel—Wyatt Barnes sure doesn’t know his place."

"I want to see how he’ll get killed tomorrow."

The elders who resented Wyatt for not giving them the remaining quota sneered.

"Haha... All right, farewell, everyone. See you tomorrow."

Holden Yellow chuckled triumphantly and walked away.

"I should leave too."

Pierce Reid also spoke and left.

Since the other outer sect elders weren’t paying attention to Pierce Reid, they didn’t notice his ’abnormality’. After mocking Wyatt a few more times, they each dispersed.

Wyatt, of course, paid no heed to the resentment from the outer sect elders.

He believed that after tomorrow, these outer sect elders would have to thank him instead.

Sail Fenning, an Earth Ranking expert?

So what?

No matter how strong, he’s just a martial artist in the Transcending Mortal Realm; why would Wyatt fear him!

"Close to 3.1 million merit points... Tsk, tsk, even in the Moon Radiance Sect, there might not be many who can produce such a large amount of merit points at once."

Back in his secluded courtyard room, Wyatt did not enter the Jewel Tower for cultivation but instead examined the crystal card in his hand.

With the infusion of his True Energy, the merit point balance inside the crystal card was displayed.

Just a few thousand points shy of ’three hundred and ten thousand’.