Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1475 Inscription Pen

"Elder Baillie, don’t you think it’s a bit premature to say that?"

Wyatt Barnes squinted slightly and chuckled softly.

"Hmph!"

Trevor Baillie gave a low grunt but ignored Wyatt, raising his hand to take out an exceptionally slim iron pen—none other than the ’inscription pen,’ exclusively used by Taoist Talisman Masters and Saint Marking Masters from the Martial Dao Sacred Land.

The inscription pen had two ends.

One end looked no different from a regular brush.

The other end, however, was a sharp tip.

The pen was so fine it resembled a large needle, faintly emanating waves of cold air, a clear sign that it was made from extraordinary materials.

In the Martial Dao Sacred Land, inscription pens were categorized into different grades.

The inscription pen in Trevor Baillie’s hand was among the very best, even within the entire Martial Dao Sacred Land.

His inscription pen could leave marks even on top-grade heavenly artifacts.

Logically, such a pen shouldn’t be in the possession of a Three-Star Saint Marking Master... let alone a master of higher grades, even a Six-Star Saint Marking Master might not possess such an item.

The reason Trevor Baillie owned this particular pen was due to a ’fortuitous encounter’ from years ago.

That encounter was a legacy left behind by a Seven-Star Saint Marking Master.

The inscription pen was also part of the legacy of the Seven-Star Saint Marking Master.

It was precisely this encounter that drove him to diligently hone his skills, eventually becoming a Saint Marking Master himself.

"No need to try engraving Saint Markings; as long as my inscription pen can leave a trace on your artifact bow’s body, I’ll be able to engrave markings on it... You should be able to agree with that, right?"

Holding Wyatt Barnes’ Sunshot Bow in one hand and the inscription pen in the other, Trevor Baillie directed his question at Wyatt.

"Of course."

Wyatt responded matter-of-factly, "As long as Elder Baillie is able to make even the slightest mark on my bow’s body, then our wager counts as my loss, and I’ll fully accept defeat!"

"Excellent."

Trevor Baillie nodded in satisfaction and, under the watchful gazes of Wyatt Barnes and Jerry Garcia, infused True Energy into the pen before swiftly striking its pointed end onto the Sunshot Bow’s body.

The two ends of the inscription pen served distinct purposes.

The sharp, pointed end was used by Saint Marking Masters for engraving markings on artifacts.

The brush-like end was employed by Taoist Talisman Masters for drawing talismans on paper.

The inscription pen: a dual-purpose tool for Saint Marking Masters and Taoist Talisman Masters alike.

Generally, Saint Marking Masters rarely used the brush-like end.

Jerry Garcia stared intently, his curiosity piqued, wondering who would emerge victorious in this wager.

It wasn’t that he doubted Trevor Baillie.

Rather, Wyatt’s unwavering confidence unsettled him... After all, since arriving at the Moon Radiance Sect, Wyatt Barnes had never suffered a single defeat.

Would this time be an exception? Jerry couldn’t say for sure.

Wyatt watched calmly.

Though unfamiliar with the extraordinary qualities of Trevor’s inscription pen, Wyatt had absolute confidence in the Sunshot Bow’s body—a confidence bordering on blind faith.

What a joke!

The Sunshot Bow’s body was forged from materials used in creating immortal-grade treasures.

Leaving even a faint mark upon it would hardly be an easy task.

Wyatt was certain Trevor’s pen was incapable of making even the slightest indentation.

Swish!

The inscription pen struck like lightning, surrounded by spiraling True Energy that resembled writhing green serpents. At first glance, they also appeared like bolts of cyan lightning, coiled and spinning tightly around the pen.

Clang!!

Finally, the inscription pen landed on the Sunshot Bow’s body, producing a grating, shrill noise.

At the same time, Trevor Baillie’s eyes narrowed, his hand trembling as he tried to leave a trace on the bow’s surface.

However, despite his movements, the result left him dumbfounded.

To his horror, Trevor discovered that the surface of the bow’s body bore no markings—not a single trace.

"H-how... how is this possible? With the pen I have here, I should be capable of leaving marks even on top-grade heavenly artifacts."

Taking a deep breath, Trevor attempted once more, unwilling to concede so easily.

Unfortunately, the outcome remained the same—his inscription pen left no trace on the Sunshot Bow’s surface.

"Not a single mark."

Jerry Garcia was equally stunned, his gaze complex as it flickered toward Wyatt Barnes after recovering from his surprise.

"Elder Baillie, you wouldn’t go back on your word, would you?"

Wyatt asked with a laugh.

"What kind of artifact is this? Could it be one of the legendary super-artifacts listed in the Martial Dao Sacred Land’s Top Ten Sacred Artifact List?"

Trevor Baillie didn’t answer Wyatt directly but instead posed a solemn question.

"No."

Wyatt shook his head, calmly explaining, "This artifact was personally custom-made for me twenty years ago by a friend of my mentor. It’s certainly not one of those legendary top ten super-artifacts that have long been spoken of."

With this statement, Wyatt fabricated an imaginary ’mentor.’

"To have a friend capable of creating such an artifact, your mentor must be extraordinary."

Upon hearing Wyatt’s words, Trevor’s expression grew even graver.

Jerry Garcia exhaled in relief.

Thank goodness he hadn’t tried to take Wyatt as his apprentice earlier; that would’ve been utterly humiliating.

"No wonder he calls the City Lord of Hill Mountain City his ’teacher’ rather than his ’mentor’... Turns out he already has a mentor, and evidently, that mentor is someone extremely powerful and mysterious."

Jerry mused internally.

Such details were not hard to infer.

Trevor Baillie’s skills were well-known.

According to Trevor, he could engrave markings on heavenly artifacts without issue.

When Trevor speculated Wyatt’s artifact might belong to the Top Ten Sacred Artifact List, this statement implied something undeniable:

Wyatt’s bow was an artifact comparable to those legendary super-artifacts!

As for Wyatt’s connection to the Hill Mountain City’s City Lord, Jerry had only recently come to learn about it.

"I wouldn’t know."

Faced with Trevor’s solemn stance, Wyatt shook his head and muttered irritably, "That old man is hardly a qualified mentor; he always leaves me behind, claiming it’s to ’temper’ me... I really got myself on a sinking ship."

Of course, Wyatt’s remarks were also fabricated.

Yet, to Trevor Baillie and Jerry Garcia, they carried a very different implication.

Without the foundation of the Sunshot Bow’s extraordinary nature, Wyatt’s tale might be met with skepticism. But the presence of such a formidable artifact compelled them to take his words seriously.

"Wyatt Barnes, you are fortunate to have apprenticed under such a mentor. That’s your destiny; how could you say it’s a sinking ship?"

Jerry Garcia shook his head. "I always wondered what kind of extraordinary background nurtured someone of your monstrous talent... but I hadn’t realized that a mysterious and powerful mentor stood behind you all along."

He spoke in awe.

Trevor echoed Jerry’s sentiment with a nod before addressing Wyatt: "Wyatt, about the wager—I accept my loss. In three days, come back to retrieve your artifact. As for learning Saint Markings, we’ll start in three days as well."

Although unable to engrave markings on the bow’s body, Trevor was entirely confident he could succeed on the bowstring.

After all, he had already identified the bowstring material—it was made from a strand of ’dragon tendons.’

"Dragon tendons... Armed with my inscription pen, even the tendon of a Five-Clawed Divine Dragon can bear Saint Markings without issue."

Trevor was supremely confident.

Contained in the Seven-Star Saint Marking Master’s legacy were not only engravings techniques but also various secrets—including those of the Dragonsmith Clan. Trevor understood them intimately.

He also knew that in the Martial Dao Sacred Land, the Five-Clawed Divine Dragon was the most powerful member of the Dragonsmith Clan.

According to notes left by the Seven-Star Saint Marking Master, Trevor’s pen could engrave markings on even the indestructible dragon scales of the Five-Clawed Divine Dragon—let alone simple dragon tendons.

What Trevor didn’t realize was that the bow’s dragon tendon was indeed taken from a Five-Clawed Divine Dragon.

"Thank you, Elder Baillie."

Grinning, Wyatt expressed his gratitude immediately.

After conveying his thanks, Wyatt turned to both Trevor and Jerry, his demeanor serious: "Also, I’d like to request neither of you to reveal anything about my bow... I’d rather not become a target for everyone."

It was easy to imagine that news of his Sunshot Bow being comparable to legendary super-artifacts would incite countless individuals to covet the artifact. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"I wouldn’t stoop so low."

Trevor replied indifferently.

Of course, there was one unsaid truth.

Even if he were bold enough, the associated risks would likely outweigh the benefits, as doing so might offend the formidable ’mentor’ supporting Wyatt.

Even though Trevor couldn’t entirely confirm the mentor’s existence, he dared not take chances.

"Rest assured."

Jerry’s reply was even more succinct.

As Trevor began preparing to engrave the Three-Star Saint Marking ’Piercing Markings’ onto the Sunshot Bow’s dragon tendon bowstring, Wyatt and Jerry naturally decided not to linger and disturb him any further.

With a quick farewell, they departed Trevor Baillie’s residence side by side.

As they left, Jerry couldn’t help expressing his curiosity about Wyatt’s fabricated ’mentor’ along the way.

Wyatt responded with equally fabricated answers, handling each query deftly.

The reason for Wyatt’s creation of the fictitious mentor was precaution.

From the moment he decided to showcase the Sunshot Bow’s extraordinary qualities, Wyatt had planned to fabricate a ’mentor,’ instilling hesitation in Trevor and Jerry so that they wouldn’t dare try to seize the artifact.

Although Trevor and Jerry didn’t strike him as deceitful individuals, Wyatt remained cautious.

As the saying goes, you can know one’s face but not their heart; having lived twice over, Wyatt possessed an exceptional wariness.

"Elder Garcia, your residence once had an elder who addressed you as ’Young Master’—has he been by your side for a long time?"

On the way, Wyatt intentionally changed the subject, looking toward Jerry with curiosity.