Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1474: Heavenly-tier Holy Artifact?

"Wyatt Barnes?"

Trevor Baillie’s gaze immediately fell on Wyatt as he heard Jerry Garcia’s words, "Are you the one who only joined the Sect a little over three months ago and has already stirred waves in the Outer Region multiple times?"

"Wyatt Barnes, greetings to Elder Baillie."

At this moment, Wyatt also bowed respectfully to Trevor Baillie.

"If Elder Garcia is personally guiding you, it seems you are highly regarded by him... Speak, what brings you here?"

Trevor Baillie got straight to the point.

"Elder Baillie, I have come to ask for your help in inscribing a ’Piercing Saint Marking’ onto my sacred weapon."

Wyatt spoke frankly.

"A Piercing Saint Marking?"

Upon hearing this, Trevor Baillie shook his head, "If you’ve come for a Piercing Saint Marking, then I’m afraid you’ve come for nothing... Inscribing a three-star Saint Marking is extraordinarily taxing, even for me. Therefore, I only inscribe such markings when I’m in the mood."

In the mood?

Wyatt’s lips twitched at this response.

Indeed, those with skill often have peculiar personalities!

"Elder Baillie, it seems you might be concerned about not being able to inscribe a three-star Saint Marking on my sacred weapon... If that’s the case, you can rest assured. I’ve already decided that you will inscribe the Saint Marking on the bowstring rather than the body of the bow."

Wyatt gazed at Trevor Baillie and spoke smoothly.

"Do you think such a simple provocation will work on me?"

Trevor Baillie glanced at Wyatt dismissively, his tone laced with scorn.

Standing to the side, Jerry Garcia now wore a wry smile. He thought Wyatt was acting too hastily.

Such a simple attempt at provocation wouldn’t fool Elder Baillie, or even himself.

"Elder Baillie, how about we make a bet?"

Wyatt’s eyes sparkled as a sly smile crept onto his lips.

"What kind of bet?"

Trevor Baillie asked nonchalantly.

"If you can inscribe a Saint Marking—be it even a one-star Saint Marking—on the body of my sacred weapon, I will admit defeat! And if I lose, I will give you one million merit points... How about it?"

Wyatt turned to look at Trevor Baillie, stating the terms and wager clearly.

One million merit points!

Wyatt’s astonishing offer surprised not only Jerry Garcia but also Trevor Baillie, who gave Wyatt a second, more scrutinizing look.

"Are you certain?"

While Trevor Baillie, being the Sect’s only three-star Saint Marking expert, was far from lacking merit points, the straightforward offer of one million merit points left him no reason to refuse Wyatt’s proposal.

Even for a Heaven-grade sacred weapon, he was confident he could inscribe markings upon it.

Hence, he didn’t believe there was any sacred weapon of Wyatt’s he couldn’t handle.

"Elder Baillie, are you agreeing to this?"

Wyatt smiled and asked.

"Indeed."

Trevor Baillie nodded lightly.

"Elder Baillie, it seems I haven’t yet mentioned the price you’ll pay if you lose. Are you agreeing so hastily?"

Wyatt asked in surprise.

"I won’t lose."

Trevor Baillie displayed unwavering confidence. In other fields, he might hesitate, but in the realm of Saint Markings, he was utterly assured.

"Though you’re confident, Elder Baillie, I still must state your penalty should you lose... If you truly find yourself unable to inscribe a Saint Marking on the body of my sacred weapon, I would ask that you inscribe a ’Piercing Saint Marking’ onto its bowstring free of charge."

Wyatt addressed Trevor Baillie directly.

"No problem."

Trevor Baillie agreed immediately.

"Elder Baillie, I haven’t finished yet."

Wyatt interjected.

"Wyatt Barnes, don’t push your luck!"

Trevor Baillie frowned in irritation.

One million merit points equated in value to a Piercing Saint Marking. Though he was confident he wouldn’t lose, Wyatt’s apparent desire to add to the stakes irked him.

"If Elder Baillie loses, not only must you inscribe the Piercing Saint Marking free of charge, but you must also provide me with in-depth guidance on Saint Marking techniques for one month."

Ignoring Trevor Baillie’s protest, Wyatt continued unperturbed.

Trevor Baillie froze upon hearing this, as did Jerry Garcia.

Wyatt... is interested in Saint Marking techniques?

"That’s all... Elder Baillie, are you willing to bet?"

Wyatt smiled and asked Trevor Baillie.

"Hmph! Since you’re so eager to offer me merit points, I won’t refuse."

Trevor Baillie snorted, "Show me your sacred weapon, then. I want to see what sacred weapon has made you so confident... Let me tell you, even a Heaven-grade sacred weapon can’t stop me from inscribing Saint Markings."

Heaven-grade sacred weapon?

Trevor Baillie’s words made Wyatt smile inwardly.

A Heaven-grade sacred weapon amounted to nothing against the Sunshot Bow.

Under the joint scrutiny of Trevor Baillie and Jerry Garcia, Wyatt retrieved the Sunshot Bow, allowing the weapon to be fully unveiled before the two men.

Seeing the rusty, weathered Sunshot Bow, Jerry Garcia’s lip twitched.

This sacred weapon looked far too unimpressive to warrant Elder Baillie’s concern.

Yet Trevor Baillie’s attitude differed entirely.

As they say, "The layman watches for fun; the expert focuses on the details."

With one glance, Trevor Baillie recognized the extraordinary nature of Wyatt’s bow. Even without examining the bow’s body, the "bowstring" alone exceeded the grade of most Earth or Mortal sacred weapons.

"Is this dragon tendon?"

Trevor Baillie sucked in a cold breath as he inspected the bowstring of the Sunshot Bow.

Dragon tendon?

Jerry Garcia was stunned by Trevor Baillie’s words.

While the Martial Dao Sacred Land’s history contained many legends about dragons, in modern times, dragons had become little more than mythical beings.

And now, Trevor Baillie claimed that the bowstring of Wyatt’s bow was dragon tendon?

"Elder Baillie, you can recognize it?"

Wyatt looked surprised, not expecting Trevor Baillie to identify the dragon tendon.

Until now, no one in the Sect had ever recognized the bowstring of the Sunshot Bow as dragon tendon.

"In the Martial Dao Sacred Land, bows crafted with dragon tendon are rare but notable... The weakest among them are at least low-grade Heaven sacred weapons! This confirms your sacred weapon should also be a Heaven-grade weapon."

Trevor Baillie muttered in awe.

Heaven-grade sacred weapon!

Jerry Garcia was dumbfounded. Wyatt’s weapon turned out to be a Heaven-grade sacred weapon?

Even the Moon Radiance Sect lacked a single Heaven-grade sacred weapon.

In fact, even the Nine-Sect Alliance might not possess one.

Heaven-grade sacred weapon?

Wyatt, however, offered no confirmation.

"Still, even a top-grade Heaven sacred weapon is not beyond my ability to inscribe Saint Markings on... You’ve lost this wager before it’s even started!"

Trevor Baillie declared to Wyatt, confident in his mastery over Saint Markings.