Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1458 Quentin Campbell’s Reminder

"It’s me."

At the same time, a voice came through from outside—calm and unremarkable. To Wyatt Barnes, however, the voice was far from unfamiliar.

"Quentin Campbell?"

Wyatt instantly recognized the owner of the voice, and his expression darkened.

Taking two steps forward, he opened the door and stared coldly at Quentin standing outside. Wyatt’s gaze was sharp as he asked in a detached tone, "Breaking into someone’s residence without so much as a greeting... didn’t your master, ’Evander Mullins,’ teach you any manners?"

Wyatt wasn’t worried about Quentin daring to act recklessly here.

The Moon Radiance Sect had rules: unless there was a compelling reason and the Inner Sect disciple was in the right, Inner Sect disciples were prohibited from bullying Outer Sect disciples within Outer Sect areas. Violating this rule invited severe punishment.

If this had been in the past, Quentin would have undoubtedly exploded with rage upon hearing Wyatt’s words.

But now, Quentin wore a calm expression, unperturbed by Wyatt’s remarks. freewebnøvel.com

Quentin’s composure left Wyatt surprised.

Logically speaking, Quentin wasn’t someone with such a mild temper.

As a disciple directly taught by Inner Sect Elder Evander Mullins, Quentin should have been itching to kill Wyatt.

Indeed, just today, at the Martial Arts Performance Field, the lethal glint in Quentin’s eyes as he looked at Wyatt had practically screamed that desire.

How had his demeanor changed drastically in just half a day?

If something feels abnormal, there’s always more beneath the surface!

A sense of wariness involuntarily arose in Wyatt’s heart.

"Let’s talk inside."

Quentin spoke briefly and then stepped into Wyatt’s room without waiting for an invitation.

Wyatt frowned but ultimately relaxed his expression, turning around to face Quentin. He asked coolly, "What do you want from me?"

"Wyatt Barnes, my master, ’Evander Mullins,’ has ordered me to kill you within three days!"

Quentin looked at Wyatt and spoke directly.

Upon hearing this, Wyatt’s pupils contracted involuntarily, though his face remained calm as he replied flatly, "If you kill me, according to the sect’s rules, you won’t escape death either!"

"My master instructed me to trade my life for yours!"

Quentin stated.

"Trade your life for mine?"

This time, Wyatt was visibly moved.

Although he had long known that Inner Sect Elder ’Evander Mullins’ was not a kind man, Wyatt hadn’t expected such ruthlessness—using his own disciple’s life to exchange for his.

What did Evander see his disciple as?

A tool?

"Alright, then just be direct... Since you’re here to tell me this, I presume you don’t intend to follow your master’s orders."

Wyatt said calmly.

"My purpose is simple: to warn you... Evander Mullins is utterly a madman! I’ve followed him for more than a decade, yet when it comes time to discard me, he doesn’t blink an eye."

Quentin spoke slowly, but his eyes betrayed a hint of deep-seated fear as he finished.

"He’s a madman, but aren’t you one too?"

Wyatt sneered.

Eight months ago, Quentin had arrived at the Hill Mountain City’s Main Mansion, showing off his power. In just one swift move, he killed two innocent people.

"Wyatt Barnes, I didn’t come here to reconcile with you... I merely wanted to warn you that Evander Mullins is a man who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals. As for why I’m warning you—well, I simply don’t want him to live too comfortably in the future."

Quentin’s eyes gleamed with icy hatred.

"If you don’t attempt to kill me within three days, how will you account for this to him?"

Wyatt asked.

"That’s not for you to worry about... I’ve achieved what I intended to, and now it’s time for me to leave. I couldn’t care less how much you hate me; after all, I did indeed intend to kill you once. If Evander hadn’t ordered me to trade my life for yours, I wouldn’t have spared you in the days to come."

Quentin said, "But things are different now... I no longer bear hatred for you. I only hope that you live on—long enough to give Evander Mullins some trouble."

Wyatt squinted slightly, realizing that Quentin no longer considered Evander Mullins his ’master.’

Then again, given the circumstances, it wasn’t unreasonable.

A master who sacrifices his disciple’s life for his own goals was hardly worth serving.

"There’s one more thing I must warn you about... The person you killed, ’Sail Fenning,’ was the only direct disciple of Inner Sect Elder ’Abu Dunn.’ Abu Dunn, even among the Moon Radiance Sect’s Inner Sect elders, ranks in the top three in strength."

Quentin continued his warnings.

Sail Fenning’s master, Inner Sect Elder ’Abu Dunn’?

Wyatt’s brows furrowed.

While he had guessed from Sail Fenning’s wealth of skills that his background was likely significant, Wyatt hadn’t expected him to be the direct disciple of an Inner Sect elder.

Moreover, this particular elder was one of the top three strongest among the Moon Radiance Sect’s Inner Sect elders.

"I thought he was part of your faction?"

Wyatt asked, frowning. He’d always thought Sail Fenning to be associated with Evander Mullins’s faction, but now it seemed that assumption was incorrect.

What a joke!

As strong as Evander Mullins was, Abu Dunn’s status within the Moon Radiance Sect was likely even higher.

For someone of that caliber to risk their only direct disciple? That seemed impossible.

"Of course not."

Quentin shook his head. "Even Evander Mullins bows and scrapes when meeting Abu Dunn... Truth be told, I’ll admit, it was under my influence that Sail Fenning issued the Life and Death Duel’s challenge letter to you."

"But all that doesn’t matter anymore. What’s important is that you’ve killed Sail Fenning—you’re bound to provoke Elder Abu Dunn’s fury."

Quentin said.

Now Wyatt understood the chain of events, but Quentin’s level of candor still left him astonished. "You’ve told me all this... Do you not fear I’ll go straight to Abu Dunn and repeat your words?"

"Go ahead, it won’t change anything. You killed him—that’s an undeniable fact."

Quentin replied flatly.

Wyatt fell silent, momentarily out of retorts. Quentin was right.

Even if Abu Dunn directed his anger toward Quentin, that wouldn’t absolve Wyatt.

"Still, there’s a chance Elder Abu Dunn won’t kill you if he comes out of seclusion."

Quentin added.

"Won’t kill me?"

Wyatt frowned, "What do you mean? I killed his only direct disciple—why wouldn’t he kill me?"

"Indeed, you killed his only direct disciple, Sail Fenning—a disciple he cherished deeply... But Abu Dunn didn’t accept Sail Fenning as a student out of emotion—he valued his talent. If Sail Fenning had been mediocre, he’d never have spared him a glance."

Quentin explained, "Thus, upon learning of Sail Fenning’s death, there’s a significant chance Abu Dunn will act differently... He might want to take you in as his new direct disciple. After all, in terms of potential, Sail Fenning couldn’t come close to you."

"Take me in as his direct disciple?"

Wyatt’s expression turned strange, but upon reflection, if Abu Dunn truly were emotionally detached, that possibility wasn’t far-fetched.

Should Abu Dunn extend such an offer, Wyatt would undoubtedly look down on him.

A person he scorned wanting him as their student? Wyatt would never accept.

"If Abu Dunn decides to avenge Sail Fenning, that’s one thing... But if he seeks to make you his disciple, you must agree. As long as you’re under Abu Dunn’s protection, Evander Mullins wouldn’t dare move against you."

Quentin’s expression grew serious. "Evander ordered me to exchange my life for yours within three days because he fears Abu Dunn will come out of seclusion prematurely... He wanted to ensure you wouldn’t have the chance to become Abu Dunn’s direct disciple."

"Moreover, by killing you before Abu Dunn exits seclusion, he would gain Abu Dunn’s gratitude... For Evander, your death offers nothing but advantages."

Quentin concluded.

"Must agree to become Abu Dunn’s disciple?"

Wyatt sneered. "Quentin, are you trying to make decisions for me?"

"What decisions you make are entirely up to you... I’m merely offering advice. After all, you and I now share a common enemy—Evander Mullins. I hope you live long enough to grow strong... That way, you can become Evander’s nightmare."

Quentin said, with fervent determination shining in his eyes. "Even if I’m no longer with the Moon Radiance Sect, just hearing tales of you will bring me joy."

"No longer with the Moon Radiance Sect? What do you mean?"

Wyatt questioned, frowning.

"You think that if I fail to kill you within three days, I’ll still have a place here? Even if Evander doesn’t kill me outright, he’ll find other ways to target me... As my master, he could cripple me or ruin my life, and no one would say a word."

Quentin spoke, his voice trembling slightly as though recalling something horrific.

"I’ve said everything I needed to and given you my advice... I know well enough that you and I will never be friends. If you survive and seek revenge later, I won’t shy away. Should I fall to your hands then, I’ll accept it willingly."

Before leaving, Quentin addressed Wyatt with an unusually forthright attitude.

"Don’t worry—I won’t disappoint you."

Wyatt’s eyes narrowed, a flash of cold light passing through as he spoke calmly.

Quentin departed, arriving suddenly and vanishing swiftly.

In a blink, he was gone from Wyatt’s sight, swallowed by the night like a specter.

"My spiritual energy still hasn’t recovered... Even a short while, and I already feel drained. It seems I won’t accomplish much in the next few days."

Closing the door, Wyatt sighed softly and retreated into the Jewel Tower in his mind.

After leaving Wyatt’s residence, Quentin promptly headed away from the Outer Sect region.

Not only did he avoid the Outer Sect region, but he also made his way out of the Moon Radiance Sect altogether.

His goal was simple: to leave the Moon Radiance Sect and embrace the freedom of the outside world.

"With the cultivation I’ve amassed, I refuse to believe there’s no place for me anywhere in the Nine Sect Alliance territory! From now on, I’ll become a free loose cultivator—a life unburdened by submission to anyone."

Quentin began to dream of a brighter ’future.’