Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 574: Sensation

Chapter 574: Chapter 574: Sensation

"Furthermore... sir Pavilion Master, the power of this rank-four spirit sword is not amplified to ’59%’."

The old man looked at the middle-aged man, as if he had remembered something.

"Not ’59%’?"

The middle-aged man frowned, again inspecting the spirit sword in his hand, "Is it possible that I am mistaken? Is this spirit sword just a facade?"

"No."

The old man shook his head, chuckling bitterly, "Sir Pavilion Master, the power of this spirit sword isn’t just amplified to ’59%’... it can amplify ’60%’ of the power!"

’60%’!

The old man’s words, passing into the middle-aged man’s ears, were as shocking as thunder.

Leaving the middle-aged man momentarily stupefied.

Amplified ’60%’?

Quickly, the man with a solemn face tested the sword.

As the Origin Force surged above the sword in his hand, the illusions of the ’Ancient Horned Dragon’ and ’Ancient Giant Elephant’ appeared above the void over his head...

Finally, he confirmed it.

"It truly is ’60%’!"

Instantaneously, the middle-aged man’s face turned red, his gaze sparkling brilliantly as he looked at the spirit sword in his hands.

Gradually, his breathing started to quicken.

His chest heaved in and out like a bellows, unable to calm down for a long time.

Seeing the middle-aged man behave so out of character, the old man showed no surprise.

In his view.

The Pavilion Master himself is a rank-four Artifact Refiner.

His elation at seeing such a powerful rank-four spirit weapon is completely normal.

"What does that young man want in exchange for this spirit sword?"

The middle-aged man stared at the old man intently, asking.

If possible, he too wanted to possess this rank-four spirit sword.

A rank-four spirit sword with a ’60%’ power amplification.

If it were in his hands, after his meticulous research, it might improve his feats in the Artifact Refiner path.

Perhaps, he could create a rank-four magical tool with ’59%’, or even ’60%’ power amplification.

"Sir Pavilion Master, the item that young man wishes to exchange for is an herb... he called that herb the ’Everlasting Root’!"

The old man replied.

"Everlasting Root?"

The middle-aged man frowned, "What is that? I’ve never heard of it."

"Even the Pavilion Master has never heard of it?"

The old man was taken aback.

In his view, this was an incredibly incredible thing.

The Pavilion Master was a person at the peak of the Great Turdo Dynasty.

Similarly, there should be very little that the Pavilion Master does not know about.

"Did he say what characteristics that herb has?"

The middle-aged man continued to ask.

"Yes."

The old man nodded, and then relayed the words of the purple-clothed young man.

Not only that, but he also emulated him and sketched the ’Everlasting Root’.

The Everlasting Root, with its distinctive features, is completely natural.

Ordinary root-shaped herbs could never grow like this.

"What a peculiar herb!"

The middle-aged man’s gaze sharpened, somewhat surprised.

With just one glance, he recognized that this herb was not ordinary.

Naturally, Wyatt Barnes did not know what happened in the Treasure Pavilion after he left.

At the moment, he was sitting in a restaurant in Thames River City, leaning against the window, watching the people on the bustling street outside, and the warriors and Demon Beasts of the Void Realm whizzing overhead.

"I wonder what Little Gold is up to now..."

Wyatt’s eyes were fraught with worry.

Little Gold Mouse was inherently a ’directionally challenged’.

And it was swept away by that sandstorm.

This made Wyatt quite anxious.

Soon, the fragrant dishes were served.

However, Wyatt was not in the mood to eat.

In a short while, the restaurant filled with customers and became lively.

"Hi! Have you heard? The Treasure Pavilion just put out a bounty half an hour ago, rewarding a rare herb."

A middle-aged man had just sat down and spoke to his companion at the same table.

"Isn’t it common for people to offer bounties for herbs at the Treasure Pavilion? What’s so strange about that. "

His companion dismissed him.

"Heh heh... you don’t know."

The middle-aged man shook his head and laughed, "Do you know what the reward for this bounty from the Treasure Pavilion is?"

"What is it?"

The latter’s curiosity was piqued.

"A rank-four spirit sword!"

The middle-aged man boldly declared, leaving no room not to be astounded.

"What?!"

Suddenly, the overcrowded restaurant was stirred.

"A rank-four spirit sword, for a herb?"

"Is this true or false?"

...

Many customers in the restaurant were skeptical.

In their view.

A rank-four spiritual object, how rare is that? How can a mere herb compare?

Even the most precious herbs they know are not worth as much as a rank-four spiritual object in their eyes.

"If you don’t believe me, after finishing your meal, go see for yourself at the hall on the first floor of the Treasure Pavilion... the bounty is now hanging on the most conspicuous bulletin board in the hall!"

Seeing that some people doubted him, the middle-aged man was instantly displeased.

Hearing the middle-aged man’s words, the customers in the restaurant believed him a little bit.

"Who is so generous, willing to exchange a rank-four spiritual tool for a herb... After eating, I must go and see what kind of herb he wants to exchange for!"

"Indeed, if we had that sort of medicinal herb, we would make a fortune!"

"Let’s quickly finish eating and check it out."

...

Many people started eating voraciously, clearing out the food on the table.

"He he...you better hurry! If you’re late, someone might beat you to it."

The middle-aged man saw this scene, chuckled slyly, and said, adding fuel to the fire: "By the way, I forget to tell you something... the spirit sword offered as a reward in the Treasure Pavilion is a Fourth-rate Artifact that can amplify ’sixty percent’ of one’s power!"

Silence.

As the middle-aged man’s voice fell, a deathly silence prevailed within the restaurant.

All eyes turned swiftly upon the middle-aged man.

A moment later.

Crash! Crash! Crash!

...

Sounds of shattered bowls and plates resonated. Some dazed guests accidentally dropped their dishes.

"Amplification of ’sixty percent’? Are you sure?"

Soon, someone drew a cold breath and asked the middle-aged man for confirmation.

"That’s what the Treasure Pavilion claims... As for the credibility of the Treasure Pavilion, you all know well enough that they never exaggerate!"

The middle-aged man replied.

"Damn it! I’m done eating! Waiter, bring the bill."

In an instant, someone called for the bill and left.

Within a short time, the once bustling restaurant was left with only a couple of occupied tables.

Apart from the table where the middle-aged man was sitting.

Only Wyatt Barnes’ table was left.

At this point, these two tables stood out like a sore thumb.

"Huh."

The middle-aged man was somewhat surprised to see the calmness, "Young man, aren’t you joining the excitement? Maybe, you have the required herb."

Wyatt Barnes raised his head and smiled lightly, "Perhaps."

Having said that, Wyatt began to dig into his food.

Join the excitement?

If this middle-aged man knew that the Fourth-rate spirit sword was his, stored as a reward at the Treasure Pavilion, he wouldn’t have said that.

"It seems I was right... The influence of the Treasure Pavilion is indeed significant. It won’t take long for news about exchanging the ’Everlasting Root’ for a Fourth-rate spirit sword which can amplify ’sixty percent’ of one’s power to spread far and wide."

After having his fill, Wyatt paid the bill and left, booking a room at an inn.

"In three months, whether I get any results or not, I must leave the Great Turdo Dynasty and return to the Blackstone Empire... Otherwise, I won’t make it in time for the ’Youth Talent Challenge’ in the Blackstone Empire!"

Once he settled into his room, Wyatt thought to himself.

Sitting in a tub of hot water, Wyatt closed his eyes and relaxed.

"I hope Little Gold has returned to the Blackstone Empire."

Wyatt silently wished in his mind.

He couldn’t help but worry about Little Gold.

Although Little Gold was the demon beast that had followed him after Little Black and Little White.

Over the past few years, with Little Black and Little White not around, it had been Little Gold accompanying him.

He had developed deep affection for Little Gold.

In his heart, he considered Little Gold as his family.

After his bath, Wyatt put on a set of fresh clothes, sat on the bed in a cross-legged position and started cultivation.

After taking the ’Strengthen Void Pill’, he began to meditate.

Nine Dragons War Sovereign, Thunder Flood Dragon Transformation!

In the next three months, Wyatt planned to stay in the Thames River City and not travel elsewhere.

First, he wanted to concentrate on his cultivation.

Secondly, he feared that Little Gold might turn up in the Thames River City.

The situation in Thames River City was chaotic.

Several days had passed, Wyatt wandered around Thames River City and saw many warriors perish.

The concept of ’survival of the fittest’ was perfectly illustrated within the city.

Two months passed.

Wyatt was preparing for his final breakthrough.

Once he overcame this bottleneck, he would leap to ’Peep Naught Realm Level Six’ in one fell swoop.

It took Wyatt three days and nights to finally make a smooth breakthrough.

Whew!

The Origin Force rose and roared within Wyatt’s body.

Whoosh!

Gazing at the ’eight thousand ancient giant elephant phantom’ that formed above him after the disturbance of the force of the world...

A hint of a smile appeared on Wyatt’s face.

"I’ve finally broken through!"

Wyatt was in a great mood.

"Next is the ’Peep Naught Realm Level Seven,’ another critical point... Unless there are unexpected changes, I likely won’t be able to break through before the ’Youth Talent Challenge’ in the Blackstone Empire begins."

This fact was crystal clear to Wyatt.

"I hope there’s a lead on the ’Everlasting Root.’"

And the ’Nirvana Pill’ is a turning point.

Unfortunately, to refine the ’Nirvana Pill,’ he must first find the ’Everlasting Root.’

Otherwise, everything is just wishful thinking.

"I will leave in a month... in this month, I’ll stroll around to see if Little Gold has come to the ’Thames River City’."

For the next month, apart from cultivation, Wyatt simply wandered around Thames River City.

Of course, he never instigated trouble.

He deliberately avoided warriors above the ’Peep Naught Realm Level Nine’.

If warriors beneath the ’Peep Naught Realm Level Nine’ crossed paths with him, he wouldn’t sit idle. He would deal them a crushing blow and kill them.

Now, Wyatt had advanced into the ’Peep Naught Realm Level Six’.

His spiritual strength had reached ’Peep Naught Realm Level Eight’.

Apart from Artifact Refiners, he could kill any warrior below the Peep Naught Realm Level Nine.

Boom!

A corpse fell in front of Wyatt.

He was a warrior in the Peep Naught Realm Level Eight and had comprehended the ’Microcosmic Moment’.

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