Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1511: Nearly Four-Star Assassin ’Vanessa

"The mission that Chidark failed to accomplish before will continue."

Ivan Nether looked at Richard Thai and spoke.

"Alright."

Richard Thai nodded. "This time, you’re not considering sending a three-star assassin again, are you?"

"While Chidark wasn’t the best among the three-star assassins, he was certainly considered one of the elites. For a mission he failed at and died for, there’s no way we’ll send another three-star assassin... This time, I plan to have Vanessa handle it!"

Ivan Nether’s murky eyes suddenly lit up with sharp brilliance as he spoke resolutely.

Some time ago, he had gone back to the headquarters of the Shadow Mountain black market division to verify Chidark’s Soul Bead. It had already shattered, with the exact time of its destruction coinciding with his mission.

The shattering of the Soul Bead signified his death.

"Vanessa?"

Richard Thai’s face showed surprise. "As far as I know, Vanessa is considered the top ace of the division, isn’t she? Below the Saint Realm, she has never failed a target."

"Exactly. Vanessa is one of the aces of our division within the Nine Sect Alliance territory, a quasi-four-star assassin."

Ivan Nether nodded.

In the Shadow Mountain black market, quasi-four-star assassins generally possess strength at the half-step Saint Realm.

Being assassins, they rarely confront their targets head-on. Whenever they strike, it is always unexpected.

Therefore, quasi-four-star assassins in the Shadow Mountain black market usually possess the ability to kill half-step Saint Realm opponents.

Of course, not all half-step Saint Realm practitioners can be killed.

Some of these half-step Saint Realm experts, due to various reasons, have such formidable strength that they can even rival weaker Saint Realm practitioners.

For such half-step Saint Realm experts, it is quite difficult for quasi-four-star assassins to kill them.

However, within the Nine Sect Alliance territory, such half-step Saint Realm experts are typically absent.

Usually, only in fifth-tier, fourth-tier, or even more powerful factions’ younger generations can such half-step Saint Realm experts appear.

If Wyatt Barnes were to reach half-step Saint Realm in the future, he would undoubtedly belong to this category.

His talent and potential are no less than those of the outstanding youths within powerful factions.

"With Vanessa taking on this task, success should be assured."

Richard Thai spoke confidently, indicating his belief in the quasi-four-star assassin Vanessa.

Vanessa, aside from being a quasi-four-star assassin, was also a woman.

This woman was the only female quasi-four-star assassin in the division of the Shadow Mountain black market within the Nine Sect Alliance territory.

Moreover, she was unanimously recognized as the ’number one’ among the quasi-four-star assassins in the division.

No one had ever seen Vanessa’s true appearance. Even Ivan Nether and Richard Thai had only seen her clad entirely in her black combat attire, her graceful figure concealed beneath.

Despite Vanessa’s features being obscured, her devilishly alluring figure alone was enough to make any man salivate.

However, even Richard Thai and Ivan Nether dared not harbor any improper thoughts about Vanessa.

The reason? Vanessa was openly backed by the ’leader’ of the Shadow Mountain black market division in the Nine Sect Alliance territory.

As for the relationship between Vanessa and the leader of the Shadow Mountain black market, it was a mystery to all.

Only Vanessa and the division’s leader likely knew the answer.

Yet, there were many rumors and speculations about her within the Shadow Mountain black market.

Some said Vanessa was the leader’s lover.

Others claimed she was the leader’s illegitimate daughter.

There were even whispers suggesting Vanessa was the leader’s granddaughter.

No matter the case, Vanessa’s origins were a mystery, an enigma that intrigued but eluded resolution.

The main base of the Shadow Mountain black market division in Thames River City, though the primary hub, was not the division’s true headquarters.

The division’s headquarters sat deep in the northern mountain range of Thames River City, hidden behind layers of illusory formations.

Except for the division’s high-ranking members and a few elite assassins who knew how to enter, the other people in the Shadow Mountain black market—let alone unaware of its location—couldn’t access it even if they found it.

The illusory formations guarding the division’s headquarters were shrouded in mystery, created by a legendary four-star Saint Markings master and a four-star Taoist Talisman master together.

However, this did not mean the Shadow Mountain black market division had such experts stationed.

The two masters were dispatched from the higher divisions of the Shadow Mountain black market merely to set up the formations.

After completing the installation, they departed.

These illusory formations were so formidable that even ordinary Saint Realm practitioners found entering them extremely difficult.

Beyond the layers of formations lay a sprawling valley in the dense mountains, encircled by numerous separate residences.

At first glance, these residences covered the valley like a sprawling field.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, an arrow carrying a Jade Slip pierced through the void and lodged itself into the wooden plaque in front of a residence halfway up the mountainside.

Swoosh!

Almost immediately, a lithe, purple bird materialized out of nowhere,

its beak deftly biting onto the arrow and effortlessly pulling it out of the plaque—an action completed with remarkable ease.

Swoosh!

The purple bird vanished abruptly and reappeared in the backyard of the residence.

Clouds and mist wreathed the backyard, clearly indicating formations were in place.

These formations completely blocked external sightlines.

Yet, inside, the outside world was crystal clear.

Beside a small lake in the misty backyard, a young woman sat, her jade-like feet lightly stirring the water of the lake. Her breathtakingly beautiful face seemed lost in deep thought, leaving one guessing as to what occupied her mind.

"Sister, sister."

Not until the purple bird appeared and started speaking did the young woman snap out of her thoughts, casually taking the arrow from the bird’s mouth.

She tossed the arrow away carelessly, keeping only the Jade Slip, as her mental energy extended outward and fused with it.

Moments later, the information contained within the Jade Slip flooded her mind.

"Moon Radiance Sect, Wyatt Barnes, Entering the Saint Realm? A few months ago, he was only at the Small Perfection of the Transcending Mortal Realm... In a place as barren as this, to have such a monstrous talent in Martial Dao?"

The young woman’s expression revealed surprise.

"To target someone like this and make me intervene... Are those three-star assassins completely useless?"

At some point, her delicate brows furrowed.

However, once she sorted through the information in her mind, her irritation faded, her brows smoothing out. "Chidark actually failed? Interesting, interesting... Purple, looks like we’re headed out."

This last sentence was clearly directed at the purple bird.

"Hehe... Finally, a mission. Sister, let me handle this target—I promise to execute it flawlessly."

Hovering in front of the young woman, the purple bird flapped its wings, speaking with great confidence.

"We’ll see about that."

The young woman gave a faint smile. "Based on what I suspect, this Moon Radiance Sect student named Wyatt Barnes likely has someone backing him... That person should be Moon Radiance Sect’s three-star Saint Markings master, Trevor Baillie. His techniques rival those of a half-step Saint Realm expert."

"Sister, why don’t you take the target, and let me handle Trevor Baillie?"

Upon hearing the young woman’s speculation, the purple bird quickly changed its tune, showing no hesitation about confronting someone as powerful as Trevor Baillie.

"Purple, keep rambling and you’ll be staying home obediently."

The young woman’s brows knitted as she shot the bird a glare, shocking it into silence, not daring to utter another word.

When the young woman entered the house and emerged once more, she was now cloaked entirely in black combat attire.

Her peerlessly beautiful face was wholly veiled, leaving not even a trace visible.

Yet, the allure of her devilish figure still made other women pale in comparison and elicited desire from any man.

A moment later, the young woman disappeared into thin air.

The purple bird disappeared along with her.

Over ten thousand miles west of the headquarters of the Shadow Mountain black market division, there lay an isolated mountain range.

From a distance, this mountain range looked barren and lifeless—a land of desolation.

At this moment, a somewhat disheveled figure was clutching a bead tightly as she hurried deeper into the mountain range.

"Brother, now that the Howard Family is gone, Father is also... You no longer have to endure punishment. I’m coming to rescue you."

The disheveled figure belonged to a young woman.

If Wyatt Barnes were here, he would immediately recognize her as Eliel Howard, the Second Miss of the Howard Family.

Eliel Howard should have perished when the Howard Family was annihilated.

But she was fortunate, as she had been outside at the time and narrowly escaped disaster.

However, despite surviving, her life hadn’t been easy. Constantly evading assassins from the Shadow Mountain black market, she had finally fled from Thames River City.

Her current direction was toward the Demonic Ridge of the Shadows, a location passed down through the Howard Family’s lineage.

Her purpose was simple: to find her brother.

If the Howard Family patriarch, Valentin Howard, were still alive and aware of Eliel Howard’s intentions, he would undoubtedly smile bitterly.

The reason? Eliel Howard’s thoughts were simply too naive.

Of course, Eliel wasn’t entirely to blame. Even within the Howard Family, very few people knew the specifics about the Demonic Ridge of the Shadows.

The Demonic Ridge of the Shadows was an Abyss—once entered, there was no escape.

Unless someone came out on their own, the only path remaining was death.

Additionally, the bead clutched in Eliel Howard’s hand belonged to her brother, Leslie Howard—a Soul Bead she had retrieved from the Howard ancestral shrine after the family’s fall.

On that day, she had sneaked into the ancestral shrine, where the majority of the Soul Beads had already shattered, except for the ones belonging to some of the Howard Family’s direct descendants who weren’t present during the massacre.

Within the Howard Family, only direct descendants were eligible to possess Soul Beads.

Taking both her own and Leslie Howard’s Soul Beads, Eliel left Thames River City, heading straight for the Demonic Ridge of the Shadows.