Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 1235 ’The Way of the Sword

Chapter 1235: Chapter 1235 ’The Way of the Sword

"Regarding the Three Lives Reincarnation Scripture, Cold Ice Martial Emperor also knew a bit... It is said that the Reincarnation Martial Emperor, every ten thousand years, could reincarnate and be reborn! Until the third reincarnation, after re-entering the ’Martial Emperor Realm,’ that would be considered as having cultivated the Three Lives Reincarnation Scripture to the pinnacle."

All this information was recorded in the handed-down notes of the ancestors of the Valley of Chill.

"By my calculations... now should also be the time for the Reincarnation Martial Emperor’s third life to reincarnate and be reborn. Once he cultivates to the ’Martial Emperor Realm’ in this life, the Three Lives Reincarnation Scripture will be complete!"

Thinking of this, the heart of the Chill Martial Emperor shook once more.

The Reincarnation Martial Emperor from twenty thousand years ago, through three lifetimes, just to cultivate the technique called the Three Lives Reincarnation Scripture to its extreme.

How powerful must this technique be?

You see, the Reincarnation Martial Emperor, even in his first life, was able to defeat Cold Ice Martial Emperor, who had cultivated the Cold Ice Divine Sword Formula.

One can only imagine the power of the Reincarnation Martial Emperor.

"It seems that the Cold Ice Divine Sword Formula this young lady is practicing must have been passed on to her by the Reincarnation Martial Emperor in his third life."

The Chill Martial Emperor looked at Keer, speculating silently in her heart.

Keer, who was being watched by the Chill Martial Emperor, felt somewhat apprehensive seeing no reaction from her for what felt like an eternity.

After all, standing in front of her was a Martial Emperor, the supreme existence throughout the Cloud Skies Continent.

"Who taught you the Cold Ice Divine Sword Formula?"

Finally, the Chill Martial Emperor came back to her senses and asked this question as soon as she spoke.

"It was... Young Master who taught me."

Keer took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"Young Master?"

The Chill Martial Emperor’s brows raised slightly.

"He is the fiancé of both Sister Keer and myself."

Seeing Keer somewhat constrained, Jovie Lee answered for her.

"Fiancé?"

Upon hearing this, a hardly noticeable light sparked in the Chill Martial Emperor’s eyes, and she was moved, "It seems... that the Reincarnation Martial Emperor’s third life reincarnation has not yet fully grown."

"According to the notes handed down by the ancestors of my Valley of Chill, Cold Ice Martial Emperor mentioned in the sound transmission jade piece she left... aside from being a powerful martial artist, the Reincarnation Martial Emperor was also a rebellious alchemist!"

"Ordinary alchemists, ’Grade One’ is the limit! Yet the Reincarnation Martial Emperor followed a different path, becoming a ’Quasi-Emperor Grade alchemist,’ and even an ’Emperor Grade alchemist.’"

"It is said that the Pill Medicines for healing injuries made by the Reincarnation Martial Emperor could even revive the dead and regenerate flesh from bone!"

"Moreover, the Reincarnation Martial Emperor, having lived through two lives, must have left his third life with many treasures..."

Thinking up to this point, a flash of greed quickly passed through the depths of the Chill Martial Emperor’s eyes.

Then, she came back to her senses and looked at Keer, "I wish to take you as my direct disciple... Are you willing?"

Although she did not know why the third life reincarnation of the Reincarnation Martial Emperor’s fiancée had come to her Valley of Chill, since she had arrived, she naturally intended to make full use of her.

"Reincarnation Martial Emperor... the things you left for your third life over two lifetimes, are destined to make my wedding dress!"

The Chill Martial Emperor thought to herself.

"I can be your direct disciple... However, you must take Sister Jovie as a direct disciple as well."

Hearing the words of the Chill Martial Emperor, Keer’s eyes lit up, and she immediately looked towards Jovie Lee beside her and spoke to the Chill Martial Emperor.

Beside her, Hannah Adams frowned.

This ungrateful girl dared to bargain in front of her, but even more so dared to set conditions in front of her master, the high and mighty ’Chill Martial Emperor’?

"I agree to your conditions."

Expecting her master to be angered, Hannah Adams was surprised to find that her master not only did not get angry but also readily agreed to Keer’s conditions.

"Thank you, Martial Emperor."

Upon hearing this, Keer brightened up and hurriedly expressed her gratitude.

"Thank you, Martial Emperor."

Jovie Lee also thanked her.

"You still call me Martial Emperor now?"

The Chill Martial Emperor gave a faint smile, asked pointedly.

"Master."

Immediately, both Keer and Jovie Lee came to their senses and respectfully saluted the Chill Martial Emperor.

Right now, they were completely overwhelmed by joy.

Little did they know, a giant net full of conspiracy was slowly spreading towards them and their fiancé...

Time flies swiftly like a white steed flashing past a crack.

Another month had passed just like that.

Only one month remained until the Martial Emperor disciple and apprentice selection event hosted by Mystic Profound Peak.

Halfway up Mystic Profound Peak, there was a long staircase that completely separated two stone platforms.

This staircase was like a ’heavenly moat,’ dividing the two platforms into two worlds, one on top and one below.

On top of the stone platform, there stood a delicate pavilion.

It was surrounded by a nearly tangible aura of inner energy, with an excellent cultivation environment, enough to make others envious.

In contrast, the lower platform was cracked and resembled a gigantic spider web covering it, and there were thatched cottages filled with an odor that lingered persistently.

Whoosh!

Unknowingly, before that pavilion above, a figure appeared out of nowhere, a figure clad in purple.

Wyatt Barnes had secluded himself in training for another two months.

"There’s still one month left."

Wyatt murmured softly to himself before his figure moved and he rose into the air.

In the blink of an eye, he had left his previous spot and had not encountered any obstacles throughout.

Of course, that wasn’t because Blaze Myers and the other Martial Emperor disciple were unaware of Wyatt’s departure—they knew, but had no intentions of stopping him.

Not to mention that, with their strength, they might not be able to stop Wyatt.

And as for Wyatt’s strength, since he planned to attend the disciple and apprentice selection hosted by Mystic Profound Peak, he would certainly not go back on his word.

Indeed, Wyatt had no intentions of reneging.

He left momentarily just to get some fresh air.

Once he levitated, Wyatt executed the "Dragon Across Nine Heavens" movement technique, and his entire being seemed to transform into a Divine Dragon circling around Mystic Profound Peak, heading towards the peak with extreme speed.

Along the way, Wyatt encountered many Martial Emperor apprentices, yet not a single one noticed him.

It wasn’t long before Wyatt reached the summit of Mystic Profound Peak.

The summit was entirely enveloped in mist. As Wyatt ventured in, he soon heard clear sounds of sword clangs, "Someone is practicing the sword here?"

Filled with curiosity, Wyatt continued deeper.

He quickly discovered that someone was indeed practicing the sword within the summit of Mystic Profound Peak.

This person did not use ’Origin Force’ or mysteries in their sword practice, but was purely controlling a spirit sword with mental power, demonstrating a knack similar to his "Nine Tribulations Sword Handling Art."

"An Inscription Master?"

After noticing that the person was controlling the sword with mental power, Wyatt guessed internally, which is why he hadn’t used his mental power to explore the other’s cultivation.

The other person was an ’Inscription Master’, who could easily detect Wyatt’s mental probing.

Probing someone else’s cultivation was considered impolite.

The individual controlling the sword with mental power was a young man, tall in stature and dressed in fluttering blue garments, moving effortlessly with the wind, the epitome of grace and ease.

Since he was back-facing Wyatt, Wyatt couldn’t see his face.

Wyatt had to admit that the young man’s understanding of the Sword Dao was profound. If it were the Wyatt of the past, he would certainly feel inferior.

But now, Wyatt couldn’t help but shake his head.

"Oh? Do you think you could do better than me?"

Suddenly, a voice reached Wyatt’s ears, startling him into full alertness.

Only then did he realize.

The young man who had been facing away from him had at some point become aware of Wyatt’s presence and was talking to him.

As he spoke, the young man also turned around, revealing his true appearance.

The young man looked to be around thirty years old, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, a handsome face, standing there as if ready to soar into the sky like a sharp blade at any moment.

"Do you think you did very well?"

Wyatt, recovering from his surprise, asked with a slight laugh.

The young man before him who was controlling the sword with mental power was far superior to the "Nine Tribulations Sword Handling Art" Wyatt had performed in the past, but in the eyes of the present Wyatt, it seemed insignificant.

After some time comprehending the ’Sword Dao insights’ accumulated in his mind, Wyatt’s own proficiency in the Sword Dao had greatly improved.

"Empty talk is useless."

The young man said.

Wyatt gave the young man a brief look, not wasting time. He raised his hand, and suddenly there was a three-foot green blade in his grip—the very same ’Emperor-Grade spirit sword’ of his.

Immediately, he didn’t split the Emperor-Grade spirit sword into nine; instead, he directly controlled it with mental power to move through the air, circling swiftly around himself, picking up speed.

The proficiency in the Sword Dao that Wyatt had improved recently due to his comprehension of the ’Sword Dao insights’ was fully displayed.

The young man stood aside, his eyes initially unconvinced, gradually changing to a look of awe, and finally filled with shock.

"Who exactly is he? To think there’s such a person in Mystic Profound Peak?"

The young man muttered to himself.

It wasn’t long before the young man’s gaze became somewhat vacant.

His spirit was fully immersed in Wyatt’s movements, or more precisely, in the movements of the spirit sword encircling Wyatt’s body.

After all, Wyatt himself stood still, unmoving like a mountain.

The young man’s gaze went from vacant to bewildered, and then to a light of realization, changing every moment.

"So it can be done like this?"

"Marvelous! Truly marvelous!"

...

As time passed, the only thing left for the young man to feel about Wyatt’s proficiency in the Sword Dao was awe and a sense of inferiority.

"What is your name?"

As Wyatt retracted his mental power and the spirit sword returned to his hand, the young man couldn’t help but ask curiously.

"Wyatt Barnes."

Wyatt replied at a leisurely pace.

"Wyatt Barnes? Are you a Martial Emperor disciple of Mystic Profound Peak?"

The young man’s eyes flickered as he asked.

"No."

Wyatt shook his head, "I’m here to participate in the Martial Emperor disciple and apprentice selection that Mystic Profound Peak is hosting in a month."