Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 1055: Not Engaging in Unprofitable Deals

Chapter 1055: Chapter 1055: Not Engaging in Unprofitable Deals

"You don’t welcome me?"

Wyatt Barnes grinned and continued to approach the disheveled old man standing in the doorway of that manor house, unfazed.

With each step he took, his purple robe would ripple, like clusters of purple flames swelling fiercely, emanating a series of intimidating auras.

Seeing that Wyatt ignored his words, the disheveled old man’s face darkened, he picked up his Wine Gourd and took a swig without swallowing, just holding it in his mouth.

Suddenly.

"Go back!"

A voice imbued with Origin Force pierced Wyatt’s eardrums in an instant, causing his spirit to shake.

As Wyatt’s spirit was shaken, the disheveled old man made his move.

Whoosh!

He spouted out the mouthful of wine he had just taken, which shot out from his mouth like an arrow, fast as the wind.

The wine, which transformed into an arrow, ignited into raging, soaring flames mid-flight, streaking towards Wyatt like a rocket, with ferocity that seemed to vow not to stop until he was dead.

Above the void, the power of heaven and earth roiled, and phantoms condensed, as eighteen hundred ancient Horned Dragon illusions appeared out of nowhere, clawing and biting at Wyatt.

Transforming Void Realm Seventh-Order.

Seventh-order high-level Fire Realm.

The former, comparable to the strength of one thousand ancient Horned Dragons!

The latter, comparable to the strength of eight hundred ancient Horned Dragons!

Of course, even when unleashing the strength of one thousand ancient Horned Dragons, the disheveled old man still held back.

After all, as a warrior of the Transforming Void Realm Seventh-Order, it would be unlikely for him to have comprehended only one ’realm’.

However, in his view, the power he was now deploying was more than enough to effortlessly deal with that ignorant young fool.

Yet, very quickly, the disheveled old man realized he was wrong.

Shamefully wrong.

"How is this possible?!"

The disheveled old man, who had expected to see Wyatt pierced by that flame-wrapped arrow, stared blankly at the scene before him, his soul seemingly lost in disbelief.

Even as he muttered to himself, his tone was filled with incredulity.

In the distance, his attack was instantly shattered.

The eighteen hundred ancient Horned Dragon illusions dissipated with it.

A moment before.

Facing the wine-turned-arrow shot by the disheveled old man, Wyatt seemed not to notice it at all, resolutely continuing his approach towards the old man.

Just as the flame-wrapped arrow was inches away, ready to pierce through his chest, he finally took action.

Whoosh!

With a lightning-quick raise of his hand, he pointed a finger, confronting the arrow powered by the force of eighteen hundred ancient Horned Dragons, and the concentrated power shot from his fingertip, effortlessly destroying the wine-formed arrow.

Boom!

With a loud noise, Wyatt’s finger dissolved the disheveled old man’s attack.

From start to finish, Wyatt acted so quickly that not even the power of heaven and earth could react in time, let alone conjure up a celestial phenomenon.

Wyatt moved so fast that even the disheveled old man couldn’t see clearly what happened.

It was precisely for this reason that the disheveled old man found it so unbelievable.

"Who exactly are you?!"

The disheveled old man straightened up abruptly, taking a step forward with a serious face, and asked Wyatt, "What do you want with my master?"

"A nameless person, I wish to borrow something for perusal," Wyatt Barnes said indifferently.

No sooner had he spoken than he trembled slightly and transformed into a whirlwind, vanishing before the disheveled old man’s eyes like lightning, causing the old man’s expression to shift dramatically.

While his expression changed, he hastily followed into the mansion behind him.

In the spacious manor, the front yard was lush with flowers and plants, and there was a pavilion in the center, where a gray-clad old man stood, his eyebrows tightly knitted as if pondering something.

"Hm?"

Suddenly, as if sensing something, the gray-clad old man frowned and looked outside the pavilion.

There, an additional figure appeared, a figure in purple.

Facing the purple-robed young man before him, the gray-clad old man was surprised.

The other’s speed was so fast that he only reacted when the person was already near, a clear indication of the depth and mystery of his strength.

Moreover, the fact that someone could break into his mansion undoubtedly meant he had surpassed the challenge of his old brother, who had followed him for many years.

That old brother of his was not much weaker than him.

"Are you a ’demon’?" asked the gray-clad old man.

"Do you think I look like a ’demon’?"

The purple-robed young man, who was Wyatt Barnes, heard the gray-clad old man’s question, looked at him with an odd expression, and retorted.

The gray-clothed old man, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but be taken aback, then he focused his gaze and asked with some surprise, "Could it be that sir is not a ’demonic creature’?"

The young man in purple before him appeared to be around twenty-five years of age, and if he was not a ’demonic creature’ but a human martial artist, then his real age would definitely not exceed thirty.

Having lived for the better part of his life, he still had this much discernment.

However, to possess such strength at under thirty was something he couldn’t help but find somewhat inconceivable.

Keep in mind that even the top youth of their generation from the second-rate power ’North Nether Sect’ to the north of the Northern Desert, ’Qadir Adams’, at thirty-seven years old, also did not possess such strength.

This was the reason he had assumed the other party was a ’demonic creature’.

The strength showcased by the other party, when matched with his young appearance, made one suspect that he was not human, but rather a ’demonic creature’.

"Whether or not I’m a ’demonic creature’ is not important... I’m here to see you this time mainly because I want to borrow something in your possession for perusal."

Wyatt Barnes didn’t directly answer the question from the gray-clothed old man, who was the Second Elder ’Ridge Byrd’ of the Byrd Family; instead, he got straight to the point and stated his purpose.

"Master!"

At this moment, the scruffy old man also arrived, blocking in front of Ridge Byrd as if willing to act as a ’shield’ for him.

"May I inquire what it is you wish to borrow from me?"

Ridge Byrd asked, squinting his eyes, his expression calm, not showing any signs of panic.

"I heard you recently acquired a map encompassing ’Weak Water River’... I am here for that map, to peruse it briefly, for no more than twenty breaths’ time, after which I will return it to you."

Wyatt Barnes was straightforward in his words.

Upon hearing Wyatt Barnes’s words, both the scruffy old man and Ridge Byrd couldn’t help but be startled.

They hadn’t expected that Wyatt Barnes had come merely to look at a ’map’.

"So, you’ve come for that ’map’."

After a pause, Ridge Byrd was the first to regain his composure, shaking his head with a smile, "This matter is but a trivial one for me, not worth mentioning... However, since sir wishes to borrow the map from me, no matter the significance, it should still count as owing me a favor."

"I wonder... if I let you peruse the map, how do you plan to repay this favor?"

Ridge Byrd looked at Wyatt Barnes with interest, asked tauntingly.

Of course, although he said this, in his heart, he didn’t think this way; he just wanted to see how this seemingly too young to be credible powerhouse would respond to him.

To him, lending out a map from his possession for someone to peruse for twenty breaths was a trivial task, nothing much at all.

However, since the other party had barged into his residence, he couldn’t miss an opportunity to trouble the visitor a little.

"A favor?"

Upon hearing Ridge Byrd’s words, Wyatt Barnes was not overly surprised, speaking indifferently as if he had been prepared, "I’ve heard you are quite adept in the art of ’Inscription’... How about this, you lend me the ’map’ to peruse for twenty breaths, and in return, I’ll solve a puzzle for you regarding the art of inscription."

Wyatt Barnes spoke casually, as if the matter was light as a cloud and gentle as a breeze.

However, when Ridge Byrd heard it, he couldn’t help but be startled.

"Hmph! You, qualified to discuss the art of inscription in the presence of my master? My master’s expertise in the art of inscription is such that across the Northern Desert, only the two ’Masters of Inscription’ from the North Nether Sect and Impermanence Sect are worthy to be discussed alongside him."

"For you to mention the art of inscription in front of my master is simply a case of a lousy craftsman blaming his tools, utterly laughable!"

Before Ridge Byrd could speak up, the scruffy old man had already scornfully retorted.

"Across the Northern Desert, only two ’inscriptionists’ are comparable to him?"

Hearing the scruffy old man’s words, Wyatt Barnes gave a disdainful laugh, "Frog at the bottom of a well!"

Frog at the bottom of a well!

Wyatt Barnes’s comment enraged the scruffy old man, his complexion turning red, his Origin Force that had merged with the ’realm of fire’ churned wildly, yet he hesitated to make a move.

He didn’t dare to act.

He had witnessed the strength of Wyatt Barnes, who could defeat him with ease.

He estimated that within their Byrd Family, perhaps only the Grand Elder, who had stepped into the ’Transforming Void Realm Seventh-Order’ and comprehended the ’Seventh-Order Transforming Void realm’, could deal with him.

"It seems sir is quite confident in your expertise on the art of inscription... If that’s so, then I am indeed keen on learning from you."

Ridge Byrd was convinced by the sheer force of the purple-clad young man before him.

Yet now, the young man in purple was calling into question his accomplishment in the art of inscription, which was somewhat embarrassing for him.

He had devoted his life to delving into the art of inscription and believed his achievements were quite remarkable.

At least, he had yet to meet anyone who could surpass him in the art of inscription.

Because of this, he was very confident in his inscription skills.

But today, someone was challenging his expertise in the art of inscription, and he was unable to remain seated any longer.

"Learn from me?"

Upon hearing Ridge Byrd’s words, Wyatt Barnes merely shook his head.

"What? After talking big just now, you’re afraid now that my master has asked you for advice?"

The scruffy old man seized the opportunity to mock Wyatt Barnes.

Now, even Ridge Byrd, when looking at Wyatt Barnes, had several more traces of disdain in his brow, obviously sharing the scruffy old man’s sentiment.

"When did I ever say I was afraid?"

Wyatt Barnes looked expressionlessly at the scruffy old man, then turned to Ridge Byrd and spoke calmly, "I will peruse the map in your hands for twenty breaths’ time, and as a reciprocal gift, I can answer one question you have in the art of inscription."

"As for advising you... that is impossible! I, for one, never conduct a losing ’trade’."

Wyatt Barnes finished speaking in one breath.

’Trade’, he emphasized heavily.

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