Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 1241: Who is the Luckiest

Chapter 1241: Chapter 1241: Who is the Luckiest

"When did Wyatt disappear? How did he disappear?"

Karina Hanson looked towards Fill Bear, her expression grave as she asked. Between her brows, a hint of anxiety was mixed in as well.

Clearly, before she had appeared, she had also heard the discussions of a group of traitors from the Heaven Fortin Sect, thus informed of Wyatt Barnes’s disappearance.

"This matter began over half a year ago..."

Fill Bear sighed, and then proceeded to explain the sequence of events, finally sighing in self-reproach, "It’s just unfortunate that my strength is too weak to venture into the ’Lost Stone Forest’ to inquire about the young master’s whereabouts."

"’Lost Stone Forest’?"

Karina Hanson’s eyes narrowed, a flash of coldness disappearing as quickly as it appeared, as she muttered under her breath.

"Little Black, Little Gold, you guys stay in the Heaven Fortin Sect... Little White and I will take a trip to the Lost Stone Forest."

Karina Hanson soon turned towards Little Black and Little Gold, and said.

"Sister Julia, I also want to go."

The two little ones hurriedly spoke up.

"If you all also leave, what will happen to Wyatt’s sect should anything else happen?"

Karina Hanson glared at the two little ones impatiently, then under the resigned gazes of the little ones, asked Fill Bear for the location of the ’Lost Stone Forest’ and left with the little girl in white.

The little girl in white was none other than the white python from those years ago, Little White.

After Karina Hanson left with Little White, Little Gold looked at the other six individuals aside from Fill Bear, and said, "You guys are quite lucky."

Hearing Little Gold’s words, the six of them couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

They naturally knew why Little Gold would say this.

If they had defected from the Heaven Fortin Sect from the beginning, standing behind the Hanson Tribe power, Messiah Hanson, they certainly would have been dead by now.

"Lucca Lee, you were wise to make that decision back then."

Three Graham looked towards Lucca Lee, gathering his Origin Force to voice his thoughts, feeling fortunate for Lucca Lee.

Lucca Lee gave a sheepish smile.

He had indeed considered leaving, but later thought it seemed somewhat dishonorable, and his old friend, ’Three Graham’ had also not chosen to defect from the Heaven Fortin Sect, so he had stayed.

Looking back now, that decision was indeed wise.

In fact, if we really talk about the lucky ones, it wasn’t even up to Three Graham and the others.

The luckiest were those who had left the Heaven Fortin Sect recently. The elders and disciples of the Heaven Fortin Sect who had left in recent times felt a chill when they learned about today’s event.

They had no doubts.

If they had been there at that time, they would also have chosen to defect from the Heaven Fortin Sect.

After all, the ’Demon Emperor’ had only arrived later; they had no hope for the Heaven Fortin Sect before than.

"Thank goodness we left those last few days."

"Yes, otherwise we would have definitely died."

"Now it’s good, not only did we survive, but we can also continue to stay in the Heaven Fortin Sect... I heard that not only Miss Julia who temporarily left our Heaven Fortin Sect, but also the two young patriarchs currently in our Heaven Fortin Sect are both suspected to be ’Demon Emperors’!"

"With these Demon Emperors here, can’t our Heaven Fortin Sect leap above all the ’first-class forces’ on the Cloud Skies Continent?"

...

The lucky group of elders and disciples from the Heaven Fortin Sect discussed it from time to time.

While discussing, apart from feeling fortunate, their hearts were also filled with ecstatic joy.

On Cloud Skies Continent, even the upper first-class forces only had ’Martial Emperor pinnacle strong ones’ at most, not ’Martial Emperor strong ones’.

With the Heaven Fortin Sect having a Demon Emperor expert who rivaled the strength of a Martial Emperor, they had far surpassed the upper-tier forces on the Cloud Skies Continent to some extent.

The two revered ancestors they spoke of were naturally Little Gold and Little Black.

Little Gold and Little Black stayed to guard the Heaven Fortin Sect and were not idle in their spare time, enjoying wandering everywhere. There was not a single person in the Heaven Fortin Sect whom they hadn’t "bullied."

"So boring... I knew I should have left you here alone while I followed Sister Julia to that so-called ’Lost Stone Forest.’"

Atop Heaven Peak, Little Gold and Little Black sat opposite each other, with Little Gold expressing some regret.

"Do you think I would actually let you go?"

Little Black coolly countered, "Or perhaps, you think Sister Julia told us both to stay just casually and not deliberately?"

"Humph!"

Upon hearing this, Little Gold snorted and then ignored Little Black.

These two little fellows were truly a joyful pair of foes.

Mystic Profound Peak.

Only three days were left before the beginning of the selection for Martial Emperor disciples and disciples.

"Some memories have returned... unfortunately, I still can’t remember who I am."

Inside the only pavilion on the vast stone platform on one side of Mystic Profound Peak, a voice suddenly emerged, filled with a mix of resignation and helplessness.

Wyatt Barnes, who had just awakened from his cultivation, shook his head, got out of bed, and walked out of his room.

Shortly afterward, he left the pavilion.

Since the selection for Martial Emperor disciples and disciples was in three days, after Wyatt came out, he could see many figures in front of the cottages on another stone platform below.

These figures were people like Wyatt.

Of course, by "like Wyatt," it meant their purpose for coming to Mystic Profound Peak was the same as Wyatt’s—to participate in the selection held here.

Now, these people were pairing up and sparring with each other, creating quite a lively scene.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Wyatt’s gaze sharpened, and he turned his head to look beside him.

Following that, a gust of wind blew past, and a figure appeared, an aged figure.

Upon closer inspection, it was Blaze Myers, the Martial Emperor disciple from Mystic Profound Peak who had brought him here half a year ago.

"Wyatt Barnes, the selection for Martial Emperor disciples and disciples is about to start. Be careful these next three days... that ’Vihaan Wright’ is not someone to be underestimated."

Blaze Myers warned Wyatt with a grave expression.

"Hmm."

Wyatt nodded, his expression indifferent, seemingly not taking Blaze Myers’s words to heart.

Or perhaps, he didn’t regard ’Vihaan Wright’ seriously at all.

"Vihaan Wright, it’s not just his own strength that’s formidable... most importantly, behind him stands a personal disciple of a Martial Emperor. This personal disciple sees Vihaan as his right-hand man, and should Vihaan be at a disadvantage at your hands, it’s unlikely he would stand by idly."

Blaze Myers continued, his expression growing even more somber by the end.

"A personal disciple?"

This time, Wyatt’s eyes suddenly lit up, as if particularly interested in the personal disciples of Mystic Profound Peak.

"You mean... if I injure or kill Vihaan Wright, that Martial Emperor’s personal disciple behind him will take action against me?"

Wyatt looked at Blaze Myers, asking somewhat uncertainly.

"Correct."

Blaze Myers nodded.