Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 1096: Is It Worth It?

Chapter 1096: Chapter 1096: Is It Worth It?

"What?!"

Upon hearing the words of the man in green, Holland Keller’s pupils involuntarily constricted, his usually calm face now spread with a look of shock, "A ’Grade One alchemist’ under thirty years old?"

"Are... are you sure?!"

As the conversation progressed, the intensity of Holland Keller’s gaze upon the man in green became like a blade, sharp and penetrating.

"Certain."

The man in green nodded vigorously, "Recently, many alchemists saw him during the ’Alchemist Competition’ hosted by the Gagnon Family."

"It was there that he revealed a ’Grade One red flame,’ exposing his identity as a ’Grade One alchemist’ and joining the Gagnon Family."

The elderly youth spoke with utmost certainty.

"Under thirty years old!"

"Grade One alchemist!"

Holland Keller’s eyes narrowed, "If he’s a Grade One alchemist, then he can’t possibly be a ’monster’! But if he’s human, how could he possibly have become a ’Grade One alchemist’ at such an age?"

"And on top of that, he can concoct Grade One Pill Medicines with a purity of ’over ninety percent’!"

The deeper Holland Keller thought, the more he felt that something was amiss.

In his view,

For a human being under thirty to become a Grade One alchemist was already astonishing.

Yet such an alchemist could also concoct Grade One Pill Medicines with a purity ’over ninety percent,’ which was truly incomprehensible.

"Even the currently recognized ’number one alchemist’ on the Cloud Skies Continent, the President of the ’Supreme General Assembly’ of our Alchemists’ Union, at most, can only concoct Grade One Pill Medicines with a purity of ’eighty percent,’ and that too depended on luck."

"The President, who was acknowledged as a ’top genius’ among the alchemists before forty, was also only able to produce Grade One Pill Medicines with a purity of ’eighty percent’ after reaching a hundred years of age."

"Even if the alchemist who joined the Gagnon Family possesses a higher alchemical talent than the President, having become a Grade One alchemist before thirty, he is unlikely to concoct a pill with a purity ’over ninety percent.’"

In moments, Holland Keller’s thoughts abruptly shifted as he mulled over many possibilities.

Eventually, he affirmed one thing,

"He must have a special alchemical technique... Even if it’s not a technique, he must certainly be hiding some great secret! Otherwise, there’s no way a young lad like him could concoct pills with such high ’purity’."

Unbeknownst to him, a strong greed began to surface in Holland Keller’s eyes.

"You may go back now."

Soon, Holland Keller’s expression returned to normal as he spoke to the man in green.

"Yes."

The man in green did not dare to delay and promptly took his leave.

After the man in green had left, Holland Keller cast another glance at the Grade One Return-Life Pill in his hand, with 91% purity, and his eyes once again flashed with greed.

Shortly after, Holland Keller’s figure shot out from the top of the high tower.

"Come with me to the Gagnon Family of Northumberland."

Following that, Holland Keller spoke into thin air.

Whoosh!

Almost instantaneously after the words had left Holland Keller’s lips, the air stirred, and a green silhouette materialized out of nowhere.

It was the same green-clothed middle-aged man who had previously intercepted the man in green.

"Let’s go!"

Holland Keller took off first, vanishing into the horizon in a blink.

The green-clothed middle-aged man followed suit, catching up with Holland Keller in moments, shadowing him closely behind.

At the Gagnon Family of Northumberland,

Within a spacious side hall, there was a high platform.

On the platform sat a purple-clad youth and a middle-aged man, both cross-legged.

The middle-aged man had his eyes firmly shut, while the purple-clothed youth looked at another middle-aged man standing in front of the platform and nodded, "Patriarch, start."

"Mhm."

The latter nodded and with a raise of his hand, a mist began to rise around the platform, quickly enveloping the two on top.

If an ’Inscription’ master had been present, they would undoubtedly recognize that the fog enveloping the platform was none other than the ’Mystic Profound Formation.’

The Mystic Profound Formation was an Inscription array that could extensively refine ’realm fragments,’ turning them into ’energy of the realm,’ and then swiftly aid in elevating one’s ’realm.’

The Mystic Profound Formation, every time it was activated, required an exorbitantly large amount of ’realm fragments.’ Without a certain level of foundational strength, one simply wouldn’t be able to afford such consumption.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

...

As the fog began to rise, the middle-aged man standing outside raised his hand again, shooting out realm fragments from his palm that instantly merged into the Mystic Profound Formation.

Upon closer inspection,

The realm fragments thrown by the middle-aged man consisted of only four types.

The ’Wind realm fragments’ shimmering with blue energy, the ’Earth realm fragments’ suffused with a yellow halo, the ’Thunder realm fragments’ pulsating with purple energy, and the ’Sword realm fragments’ topped with a sword-shaped energy.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

...

One after another, the realm fragments shot out from the middle-aged man’s hand, discarded like trash, and in a blink of an eye, he had thrown over a thousand of them into the formation.

From beginning to end, the middle-aged man’s face was calm, as if he did not find the expenditure at all painful.

"Is it worth it?"

Just as the middle-aged man had thrown nearly two thousand realm fragments into the formation, an ancient and aged voice suddenly rang out of thin air.

At the same time, an elderly man with white hair and a gaunt appearance appeared beside the middle-aged man.

The gaunt elder was dressed in a loose, flowing robe, with white eyebrows and a white beard, and a face that seemed exquisitely carved from jade. He looked like an immortal who was not from this mundane world.

"Elder Family Master,"

The middle-aged man had already stopped what he was doing when he heard the elder’s voice.

After the elder appeared, he showed a respectful and reverent gesture toward the man, being careful not to show any neglect.

The middle-aged man was none other than Randy Gagnon, the current Family Master of the Gagnon Family in Northumberland.

As for the two people inside the ’Mysterious Celestial Formation,’ their identities were almost self-evident.

Wyatt Barnes, Fill Bear.

"Worthwhile,"

After greeting the elder, Randy Gagnon nodded seriously.

He knew why the elder had asked him that question.

The nearly two thousand ’realm fragments’ he had just thrown into the formation were almost all the stock of the four types of ’realm fragments’ held by the Gagnon Family. Even with the Gagnons’ extensive business, there would be some impact, however large or small.

At least for some time to come, the Gagnon Family’s young prodigies who understood those four ’realms’ would not be able to enter the ’Mysterious Celestial Formation’ to comprehend them.

In doing so, he had, to some extent, limited the growth of the Gagnons’ younger generation.

This was the price.

But to him, it was worthwhile.

"Oh?"

The elder’s eyes, bright as stars, twinkled; then he asked again, "Your decisive answer to my question must not be solely because he is a ’Grade One alchemist’ capable of refining Pill Medicines with a purity of ’over ninety percent,’ right?"

As he asked, the elder looked at Randy Gagnon with a teasing glint in his eyes, and the wisdom in his gaze made Randy smile wryly.

He knew that the Elder Family Master must have discerned something.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have asked such a question.

The elder was the previous Family Master of the Gagnons, Alaric Gagnon.

Unlike Randy Gagnon, who rose to power with his astonishing talent as an alchemist, Alaric Gagnon’s ascension had been entirely due to his overwhelming martial strength, becoming the former Family Master of the Gagnons.

Although Alaric Gagnon was not an alchemist, his Martial Dao talent was extremely formidable.

Even now, no one within the Gagnons knew how strong this elder, who had voluntarily relinquished the position of Family Master, truly was.

But everyone knew one thing.

Not even the combined strength of the Gagnons’ Three Great Protectors, those Martial Emperor powerhouses, would necessarily be a match for this Elder Family Master.

He was the Gagnons’ true ’Guardian Deity’!

"Elder Family Master, please don’t make it difficult for me... I swore an oath in front of Elder Barnes under the ’Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation.’ If I tell you, I will be obliterated by the Thunder Punishment,"

Randy Gagnon said, somewhat helplessly.

Although he was now the Family Master of the Gagnons, when it came to status, he couldn’t hold a candle to the elder before him.

This elder had an unparalleled clout within the Gagnon Family.

A single word from the elder could topple him from his position as Family Master at any moment.

"Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation?"

Upon hearing Randy Gagnon’s words, Alaric Gagnon’s white eyebrows raised, "Who on earth had been swearing oaths under the ’Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation’ for no good reason recently, causing nine peals of thunder, which disturbed my beauty sleep... Turns out it was you, you brat!"

Brat!

In the current Gagnon Family, perhaps only Alaric Gagnon, the Elder Family Master, dared call Randy Gagnon, the current Family Master, a ’brat.’

And Randy Gagnon was not infuriated, but showed a look of apology instead, "Elder Family Master, I didn’t know you were resting at that time..."

"Enough of these formalities,"

Alaric Gagnon waved his hand, interrupting Randy Gagnon mid-sentence. Then his wise eyes gleamed as he said, "Since you’ve made an oath under the ’Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation,’ naturally you can’t speak plainly... but you could still hint and nudge me in the right direction, and that shouldn’t be a problem."

Toward the end, a smile appeared on Alaric Gagnon’s face, like that of a cunning old fox.

"Elder Family Master, you can’t say that... a mere hint from me might lead you to guess Elder Barnes’ ’true identity,’ and the Nine-Nine Tribulation might strike me down with Punishment as a result!"

Randy Gagnon shook his head.

"True identity?"

The smile on Alaric Gagnon’s face grew even brighter.

It was then Randy Gagnon realized he had let something slip.

Before this, the Elder Family Master certainly did not know that it was because of Elder Barnes’ ’true identity’ that he took such good care of him.

"It seems that our Elder Barnes is no ordinary figure... Let me think."

As Alaric Gagnon mumbled to himself, he racked his brains, "A Grade One alchemist who isn’t yet thirty and can create purity ’over ninety percent’ grade one Pill Medicines..."

"Furthermore, such respect from you, youngster... His true identity must undoubtedly be someone even you look up to."

Alaric Gagnon furrowed his brows and continued pondering.

Hearing Alaric Gagnon’s mumble, Randy Gagnon’s mouth twitched.

He could never have imagined that the Elder Family Master, with that little bit of information, would piece together so many ’clues,’ seemingly getting closer to the ’truth.’

"A Grade One alchemist who can refine Pill Medicines with a purity ’over ninety percent’... Under thirty years old, an alchemist, and possessing significant strength, enough to kill a warrior at Level Eight of the Transforming Void Realm..."

Alaric Gagnon was muttering to himself, continuously mulling over the words.

Listening to his mutterings, it was evident he was well-informed about the deeds Wyatt Barnes had done since arriving at the Gagnon Family.