Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 1202: Ten Thousand Year Vermilion Fruit

Chapter 1202: Chapter 1202: Ten Thousand Year Vermilion Fruit

To the west of the inland, the Lost Stone Forest.

In front of a stone cottage, a black silhouette suddenly appeared out of thin air—it was a tall young man dressed in black, standing there as if he merged with heaven and earth.

Suddenly, the young man in black raised his hand, catching a streak of quick-moving radiance.

As he slowly opened his hand, a deeply colored jade token appeared inside—it was a "messaging jade token."

As the young man in black channeled a thread of Origin Force into the messaging jade token, an anxious and familiar voice clearly reached his ears:

"Senior Brother Campbell, if I haven’t returned, then the Sect Leader of the Heaven Fortin Sect, ’Wyatt Barnes,’ has killed me! If I die, I hope you would avenge me, considering the effort I have put into serving you over the years."

The voice cut off abruptly.

This young man in black was none other than ’Isaac Campbell,’ a Martial Emperor’s personal disciple from the Lost Stone Forest, under the tutelage of ’Kingston Stone, the Martial Emperor,’ and was his most cherished disciple.

His strength was one of the best among the few personal disciples under Kingston Stone.

"Wyatt Barnes."

Isaac Campbell murmured emotionlessly, gripping the messaging jade token tightly in his hand and crushing it to dust.

Whish!

A gust of wind blew by, making Isaac’s black clothes flutter noisily, and the powdered remains of the messaging jade token scattered with the breeze, disappearing into the air in an instant.

Isaac’s expression remained calm from start to finish, as if the life or death of Spring Sun was of no concern to him at all.

However, in the depths of his eyes, a hint of cold light was flickering.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the inland, Wyatt Barnes, following the memories of the former Martial Emperor, had finally arrived near his destination.

His destination was the place where the former Martial Emperor left the ’Big Treasure’ in his second life.

"According to the former Martial Emperor’s memory... the Storage Ring containing the ’Big Treasure’ he left behind is inside that stretch of mountains."

Wyatt’s gaze quickly shifted to the distance.

There, he saw a stretch of rolling mountains, lush green, indicating a thriving environment for the growth of flora.

"After ten thousand years, there are bound to be some changes to this mountain range... Finding the spot where the former Martial Emperor hid the Storage Ring is likely going to be quite challenging,"

Wyatt mused to himself.

For this, he had already made adequate mental preparations.

Swoosh!

In a moment, Wyatt turned into a streak of lightning, dashing towards the rolling mountains, and he quickly reached the sky above them.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

...

Just as Wyatt arrived above the mountains, he suddenly heard a series of loud booms coming from deep within.

These booms shook the nearby mountains, causing the earth to tremble.

All at once, countless birds took flight from the area of the noise, and the verdant jungles were swaying as if they were going through a storm.

"Is someone fighting?"

Wyatt’s eyebrows raised, and he drew closer out of curiosity. The closer he got, the louder the sounds became, deafening to the ear.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

...

Having approached a bit closer, Wyatt felt gusts of tremendous wind blowing against him, his purple clothes rippling, causing him to squint his eyes instinctively.

"It seems like two ’Seventh-Order Emperor Realm’ experts are fighting."

While continuing towards the source of the sounds, Wyatt silently gauged.

Soon, within a spacious valley, Wyatt saw two figures engaged in combat—an over two-meters-tall burly man was fighting with a white-haired, elderly man.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

...

The burly man wielded a pair of Meteor Hammers, and as he moved, they shot out like bombs towards the old man, striking without mercy.

Where the Meteor Hammers passed, the airflow was compressed, causing a series of explosive thunderous rumbles.

Raging winds were born from this, spreading out in all directions.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

...

In contrast, the elderly man held a walking stick, facing the pair of Meteor Hammers coming from the burly man without any fear, blocking them time and again.

Whether it was the burly man’s Meteor Hammers or the elderly man’s walking stick, both were Grade One spiritual weapons.

As the two clashed, along with their evenly matched strengths, they appeared to be in a standoff, with no clear winner.

"Old man, I discovered the ’Millennium Vermilion Fruit’ first... Isn’t it a bit overstepping for you to interfere like this?"

The burly man roared as he swung out his Meteor Hammers, his voice deep and heavy.

"Big fellow, since you haven’t managed to pluck it yet, it naturally isn’t yours! A celestial resource like the ’Millennium Vermilion Fruit’ belongs to the one who is capable of obtaining it."

The old man’s walking stick swept out like lightning, continually blocking the Meteor Hammers and declared unyieldingly.

"Well said, ’to the capable goes the spoil’... In that case, today I shall take care of you, this shameless old man, first, and then collect the ’Millennium Vermilion Fruit’!"

The burly man shouted furiously, his muscles bulging, and his whole body seemed to expand.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

...

At the same time, a pair of Meteor Hammers flew out from his hands, suddenly stirring up, transforming into a sky full of hammer shadows, plummeting down towards the elder, like a meteor shower had begun to fall.

"You’ll have to see if you have the ability!"

The elder sneered disdainfully, his gray robe billowing out as a result. The staff in his hand glowed intensely, dancing and generating a breeze, as if forming a defensive barrier in front of him and above his head.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

...

The hammer shadows raining down like a meteor shower mercilessly struck the defensive barrier formed by the staff in the elder’s hand, causing him to retreat step by step.

The strength of the two men was nearly equal, but now that the burly man had taken the initiative, he had gained the upper hand for the moment.

However, the elder was no easy opponent and managed to quickly turn the situation around.

As the two fought, the continuous sounds of explosions were incessant. The rolling air waves turned into gusts of wind, uprooting all the flowers, grass, and trees around them.

Centered around the two of them, a vast area quickly became barren.

The two men, engaged in fierce combat, didn’t notice that as the surrounding vegetation was uprooted, a figure appeared high above them.

The owner of this silhouette was none other than Wyatt Barnes, who had been attracted by the commotion of their battle.

"The Ten Thousand Year Vermilion Fruit?"

Wyatt Barnes listened to the exchange between the two men, and his eyes lit up, his breathing becoming slightly rapid.

He had seen records of the Ten Thousand Year Vermilion Fruit in the memories of the reincarnated Martial Emperor.

The Ten Thousand Year Vermilion Fruit was an extremely precious spiritual fruit, known as the ’King of Spiritual Fruits’ on the Cloud Skies Continent.

In the Cloud Skies Continent, it was difficult for martial artists above the Martial Emperor Realm to enhance their abilities by consuming spiritual fruits, precisely because the strongest medicinal effects of spiritual fruits only worked on those in the Transforming Void Realm.

Martial Emperors benefitted little from consuming those fruits.

Of course, this was only the case if they consumed the fruits directly.

If a Grade One alchemist refined various unique spiritual fruits into Grade One Pill Medicine, it could help martial artists above the Martial Emperor Realm enhance their abilities to a certain extent.

However, even though they could be enhanced, the progression was nowhere near as exaggerated as for martial artists below the Martial Emperor Realm who consumed spiritual fruits.

Yet, the medicinal power of the Ten Thousand Year Vermilion Fruit, being the King of Spiritual Fruits, was far superior to ordinary spiritual fruits. Even martial artists of the Martial Emperor Realm could gain a substantial improvement by consuming it.

"One Ten Thousand Year Vermilion Fruit, combined with some precious medicinal herbs, can be refined into a cauldron of Profound Emperor Pills... If I personally refine them, ten pills can be produced from one cauldron."

"The medicinal power of three Profound Emperor Pills is comparable to that of one Ten Thousand Year Vermilion Fruit."

For this reason, even if Wyatt Barnes were to obtain the Ten Thousand Year Vermilion Fruit, he wouldn’t consume it directly.

He would combine it with other medicinal herbs to refine Profound Emperor Pills.

"Since they are fighting over it here... it must be nearby."

With this thought, Wyatt Barnes began searching around for the Ten Thousand Year Vermilion Fruit, but despite his search, he found nothing.

Bang!!

Just then, a loud noise came, like a thunderclap that shook the heavens.

Wyatt Barnes instinctively looked towards the source of the sound.

He saw the elder, who had been at a disadvantage under the assault of the burly man’s Meteor Hammers, suddenly mount a strong counterattack. His staff struck the burly man, blasting him away.

Boom!

The burly man’s body harshly hit the mountainside and fell down, silent.

Dead.

"Let him lead me to it."

Watching the elder collect the burly man’s Storage Ring and fragments of his secret techniques, Wyatt Barnes’s gaze fell on him, locking onto the elder.

He believed that next, the elder would likely go to find the Ten Thousand Year Vermilion Fruit.

His task was to follow the elder closely.

"Huh?"

When he saw the elder’s next move, Wyatt Barnes was taken aback.

The elder rose into the air, heading to the other side of the mountain range.

"It seems that the Ten Thousand Year Vermilion Fruit is not here... I wasted time searching on this side earlier."

Wyatt Barnes silently shook his head and immediately followed the elder.

Wyatt Barnes moved with extreme lightness, keeping a considerable distance, so the elder never noticed him; he burst into another valley on the other side of the mountain range.

This canyon was extremely narrow and very damp.

Yet, in this cramped canyon, under a cluster of trees hidden from the sunlight, stood a proud plant.

Atop this plant hung a purple-red spiritual fruit.

"The Ten Thousand Year Vermilion Fruit is mine."

The elder’s eyes sparkled, and he reached out to harvest the spiritual fruit, to claim it as his own.

However, just as he was about to pick the Ten Thousand Year Vermilion Fruit, he felt a strange gust of wind at his side, causing his complexion to change drastically.

In the next moment, he discovered that the Ten Thousand Year Vermilion Fruit before his eyes had vanished.

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