Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1456: Speaking Off the Top of One’s Head

"Why? Because I want to. Is that not reason enough?"

Facing Vein Weber’s outraged roar, Wyatt Barnes replied indifferently with words that almost made Vein Weber spit blood.

"You..."

Vein Weber, his face twisted in anger, seemed like he wanted to say something, only to be interrupted by Wyatt Barnes. Glancing around, Wyatt addressed the crowd, "Everyone, this Vein Weber harbors a grievance against me simply because his nephew was defeated fair and square by me and thus failed to enter the sect. As such, he wishes nothing more than to see me dead!"

"On that day, after placing his wager, he even transmitted a message to provoke me, saying he would gleefully inform his nephew of my impending death... If you were in my shoes, would you return the merit points he bet?"

Wyatt’s voice, resonating with True Energy, spread across the entire gathering, reaching everyone present.

"Of course not!"

"I knew it! Wyatt Barnes, Senior Brother, wouldn’t clash with Steward Weber without reason. Turns out, this was the cause."

"Ha! Steward Weber is truly shameless. He had the audacity to question why Senior Brother Wyatt excluded him, while conveniently forgetting how he eagerly hoped for trouble to befall Senior Brother Wyatt earlier. A laughable hypocrisy!"

...

A group of Outer Sect disciples looked at Vein Weber with disdain, conveniently ignoring how they themselves had once hoped for Sail Fenning to win during Wyatt’s duel with him.

If Sail Fenning had won, Wyatt Barnes would’ve surely faced death.

"No wonder Vein Weber made such a generous bet, wagering 150,000 merit points in one go... It turns out he already had a vendetta against Wyatt Barnes."

An Outer Sect steward cast a knowing glance at Vein Weber as the revelation dawned on him.

"Vein Weber, your nephew failed to pass the entrance examination and was defeated by Wyatt Barnes. That was your nephew’s failure, his fate with the sect severed... How can you place the blame on Wyatt Barnes?"

"Right! Vein Weber, even if you favor your family, you should at least stick to reason."

...

Other Outer Sect stewards also voiced support for Wyatt Barnes, leaving Vein Weber’s expression alternating between pale and flushed with rage.

Finally, realizing that staying longer would only invite more humiliation, Vein Weber snorted coldly, shot Wyatt a venomous glare filled with hatred, and took off into the sky. Following in the footsteps of Quentin Campbell and Holden Yellow, he vanished from the crowd’s view at the Martial Arts Performance Field.

"Everyone, see you tomorrow."

Wyatt Barnes bid farewell to the crowd with a casual wave, then returned to his private courtyard.

As the crowd at the Martial Arts Performance Field watched Wyatt’s retreating figure, especially those stewards and Outer Sect disciples who had placed wagers in his betting pool, they found his silhouette increasingly pleasing to the eye.

"Wyatt Barnes!"

Having witnessed Wyatt’s incredible strength, Mandy Wood’s expression turned exceedingly grim.

At the moment Wyatt killed Sail Fenning, in Mandy’s eyes, Wyatt transformed into an insurmountable mountain—a towering giant that loomed beyond his reach.

"It seems my defeat at his hands two months ago was not undeserved in the least."

Zephaniah Chase, from the Main Mansion of Rowan River City, wore a bitter smile as Wyatt’s displayed power left him in full recognition of his own inferiority. He no longer entertained thoughts of avenging his earlier defeat.

Back in his independent courtyard, Wyatt muttered to himself with a wry smile, "Was I too generous?"

This time, the wagers he collected totaled nearly three million merit points.

Holden Yellow wagered 360,000 merit points, Vein Weber wagered 150,000 merit points, and these two bets were not supposed to be returned.

Out of the total three million, deducting these wagers left around 2.49 million merit points.

A significant portion of the collected wagers, Wyatt had boldly declared, would be returned—half of them, to be precise. This meant he’d end up with less than 1.25 million merit points remaining, but factoring in Holden Yellow and Vein Weber’s stakes, that totaled approximately 1.75 million.

"Even not repaying Holden and Vein’s bets means I have to give away roughly 1.25 million merit points."

Upon closer calculation, Wyatt felt his actions bordered on extravagance.

"Well, so be it. The remaining 1.75 million merit points should be more than enough for me to splurge... Besides, merit points only hold value within Moon Radiance Sect and its eighteen subordinate cities. Anywhere else, they’re worthless."

It was precisely this realization that led Wyatt to resolve returning half the wagers to the group of Outer Sect stewards and disciples who bet.

Even though he’d only return half, it was enough to earn their goodwill.

Entering his room and closing the door, Wyatt stepped into the Jewel Tower.

Rather than cultivate, Wyatt retrieved the heavy sword that previously belonged to Sail Fenning, the "Thousand-Jin Heavy Blade," and began carefully studying it.

To be specific, he was analyzing the "Saint Markings" on the Thousand-Jin Heavy Blade.

The Saint Markings etched into the blade were two-star Saint Markings called "Thousand-Jin Markings." When activated, they endowed the heavy sword with the force of a thousand jin, granting explosive speed akin to thunder and unmatched might with every swing.

Wyatt had directly experienced its fearsome power, and his recollection of the encounter still filled him with lingering dread.

"Luckily, I have the Mysterious Eye. Without it, I would have undoubtedly perished today!"

Wyatt thought to himself.

After scrutinizing the "Thousand-Jin Markings" for a while, Wyatt felt his mind turning muddled, exhausted. A surge of weariness swept through him.

What mental energy he’d recently recovered was once again completely drained.

"Looks like I’ll have to wait for my mental energy to recover before continuing my study."

As his consciousness began to fade, Wyatt thought idly.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, he collapsed onto the second level of the Jewel Tower, falling into a deep sleep.

Inside Moon Radiance Sect, in the Inner Sect region—

"Master!"

Quentin Campbell rushed into the mansion and went straight to find his master, Evander Mullins.

"Why the rush? What’s happened?"

Evander Mullins, a medium-built man with an average appearance, had perpetually murky eyes with dark shadows beneath them. The aura around him hinted at a faintly baleful presence.

Seeing Quentin Campbell’s frantic arrival, Evander’s brows furrowed. "For someone of your age, you should really learn maturity from Kai Simmons."

"Master, it’s not about lacking maturity; I have urgent news."

Quentin explained with a wry smile.

"Speak."

Evander replied coolly.

"Master, Sail Fenning is dead."

Quentin stated.

"What?!"

Upon hearing Quentin’s words, Evander’s expression shifted dramatically with surprise. "What happened?"

"Sail Fenning issued a ’Life and Death Duel challenge letter’ to an Outer Sect disciple who had only joined the sect two months ago, and engaged in a life-and-death duel with him... Ultimately, Sail Fenning could not match the disciple and was killed."

Quentin finished speaking with a deliberately regretful sigh, "Such talent claimed too soon by tragedy."

"An Outer Sect disciple who joined the sect two months ago?"

Evander’s eyes narrowed. "Who is this individual capable of killing Sail Fenning?"

Sail Fenning was a prominent figure in the Earth List rankings of the Nine Sect Alliance. Though he ranked near the bottom, within the Nine Sect Alliance territory, Sail Fenning was unrivaled among Transcending Mortal Realm martial artists of the highest caliber.

Yet, such a formidable existence had met his end!

To make matters more shocking, his demise came at the hands of a mere Outer Sect disciple who had joined the sect two months ago!

"Is he also one of the Earth List warriors?"

Evander asked solemnly.

"No."

Quentin shook his head. "He’s not an Earth List warrior. In fact, before entering the sect, he was a nobody, entirely unheard of."

"Regardless, having killed Sail Fenning, his days are numbered."

Evander snorted coldly, then muttered as though recalling something, "Elder Dunn has recently entered seclusion in a life-and-death closed-door cultivation. He won’t emerge for some time. If we can eliminate the one who killed Sail Fenning before Elder Dunn finishes his cultivation, it might earn Elder Dunn’s favor."

"That was my thought as well."

Quentin nodded in agreement.

"I doubt you were capable of thinking that far ahead. Don’t merely add hindsight commentary after the fact."

Evander sneered, clearly doubtful of Quentin’s foresight.

"Master, believe it or not, I was truly planning on dealing with him before Sail Fenning’s death. Regardless, I didn’t expect him to kill Sail Fenning first."

Quentin initially wore a helpless expression before his gaze hardened, a flicker of murderous intent flashing within his eyes.

"You have a personal grudge against him?"

Evander’s brows knit tightly before his tone shifted in suspicion. "Quentin... is it possible you had a hand in instigating Sail Fenning to challenge him?"

"No."

Quentin hurriedly shook his head in denial.

He knew full well that admitting such involvement would invite trouble.

However, inwardly, Quentin chuckled darkly, "Not only did I push Sail Fenning to kill Wyatt Barnes, I orchestrated the entire confrontation! It was unfortunate that Sail Fenning proved incompetent and ended up dead instead."

These thoughts remained confined within his mind, entirely removed from his outward speech.

"Are you absolutely sure?"

Evander pressed again.

"Master, absolutely sure. If you’re skeptical, I can swear an oath to prove it."

Quentin declared boldly, confident Evander wouldn’t take him up on his offer.

Sure enough, Evander didn’t continue questioning him. "Do you know how Sail Fenning and that disciple came into conflict?"

"I overheard Sail Fenning mention it once."

Quentin began fabricating his narrative, "Apparently, the disciple had defeated two Outer Sect disciples ranked in the top hundred in succession, grew arrogant, and disrespected Sail Fenning. Worse yet, he humiliated Sail Fenning so thoroughly that Sail Fenning was provoked into blind rage."

"In the heat of the moment, Sail Fenning issued the Life and Death Duel challenge letter."

Quentin spouted the tale effortlessly.

All this was something he’d concocted while on his way back, knowing full well Sail Fenning was no longer alive to dispute it.

"How, then, did you personally come into conflict with this disciple?"

Evander questioned further.

"Master, you’ve misunderstood. I don’t personally have any conflict with him."

Quentin replied ruefully.

"Then what did you mean by your earlier statements?"

Evander asked, irritation creeping into his voice.

"Master, I meant that whether or not Sail Fenning challenged him, I intended to eliminate him sooner or later—not due to personal animosity, but because of his background. His background means he’s destined to be our enemy."

Quentin explained earnestly.

"Our enemy? Even related to me?"

Evander seemed slow to grasp at first.

"Master, the man’s name is Wyatt Barnes. He shares origins with Kai Simmons and is also tied to Hill Mountain City’s City Lord Mansion... He is said to be Tabo Garcia’s disciple."

In a critical moment, Quentin unveiled startling news.

"Hill Mountain City? Tabo Garcia?"

As expected, Evander’s face darkened immediately upon hearing those names.