Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1463: Golden Peng’s Profound Secrets

The two Inner Sect stewards watched as Wyatt Barnes walked out of the third floor of the Hall of Merit, continuing upward to the fourth floor, his figure gradually vanishing from their view.

"Could he be the final disciple of one of the Inner Sect elders?"

One of the stewards murmured aloud.

For an Outer Sect disciple to possess such an incredible number of merit points, being the last disciple of an Inner Sect elder was the only plausible explanation.

The final disciple is regarded as the last pupil an elder accepts, after which they take no more apprentices.

Final disciples are typically showered with love and privilege, deeply valued by their mentors, who often spare no expense in nurturing them.

"Even if he were the final disciple of an Inner Sect elder, would it be feasible to spend so extravagantly? Seventy thousand merit points—not seven thousand—and he swiped them away without so much as blinking,"

The other steward remarked with a bitter smile.

He was, after all, an Inner Sect steward, a position equivalent in status to an elder of the Outer Sect within the Moon Radiance Sect, yet his entire wealth amounted to less than fifty thousand merit points.

It was one thing not to compare, but when the comparison was made, the disparity was infuriating!

An Outer Sect disciple casually swiping seventy thousand merit points—such extravagance was something neither seen nor even heard of previously.

While the two Inner Sect stewards were still reeling in astonishment at Wyatt’s extravagance, he’d already reached the fourth and final floor of the Hall of Merit.

At the entrance to the fourth floor stood a counter, behind which sat a burly, white-robed elder with a white beard.

The elder’s frame was imposing, seated there like a motionless beast lying in wait. A single glance at him was enough to evoke a sense of invisible pressure.

When the elder’s spiritual energy swept over Wyatt, a profound sense of exposure overcame him.

"Such strong spiritual power! It’s comparable to Elder Jerry Garcia."

Wyatt’s heart tightened with amazement.

This elderly figure on the fourth floor of the Hall of Merit possessed spiritual power no weaker than the Inner Sect elder Jerry Garcia on the second floor of the hall, clearly indicating his status as yet another Inner Sect elder.

"Are you Wyatt Barnes?"

Just as Wyatt approached the counter and instinctively removed his Storage Ring before the elder could say anything, the burly, white-robed elder spoke up, his tone curious as his gaze carefully scrutinized Wyatt, surprise evident in his eyes.

"Does the elder know me?"

Wyatt was stunned, not expecting to be recognized. Could it be that this elder had also visited the Outer Sect yesterday and witnessed his life-or-death duel with Sail Fenning?

"That old codger Jerry Garcia just contacted me with a Sound Transmission Talisman, saying you’d come to the Hall of Merit, singing your praises to the skies... And now that I see you, I must say you do indeed look striking. As for the rest..."

Before the white-robed elder could continue, a sudden surge of tremendous pressure emanated from him, sweeping outward like a colossal beast baring its fangs and rushing forward to swallow Wyatt whole.

Caught entirely off guard, Wyatt hadn’t anticipated the elder suppressing him with such force.

The overwhelming presence bore down on him, instantly making him feel stifled.

However, with his immensely powerful body and unyielding will, Wyatt was not about to succumb to the elder’s attempt at intimidation.

Come what may, Wyatt stood firm, unmoved as solid rock and unyielding as a mountain.

Witnessing how his immense aura failed to make the young man in purple retreat even a step, nor so much as change expressions, a flash of astonishment flickered in the elder’s eyes.

"Well, it seems Jerry Garcia wasn’t exaggerating after all."

The elder’s remark carried an evident acknowledgment of Wyatt’s resilience.

"Elder Garcia spoke too highly of me. I’m just an ordinary Outer Sect disciple,"

Wyatt responded humbly.

"An ordinary Outer Sect disciple?"

The white-robed elder scoffed, "I have yet to meet any ’ordinary’ Outer Sect disciple capable of defeating Sail Fenning, who is ranked on the Earth List—and killing him outright at that... Young man, having talent is a good thing, but being overly humble can rob a youth of their rightful sharpness."

"Thank you for the instruction, Elder."

Wyatt broke into a cold sweat. So this elder found him too modest for someone of his age and talent.

"Enough. Leave the Storage Ring and proceed,"

The elder waved his hand dismissively as he spoke.

"Understood."

Wyatt nodded, set aside the Storage Ring, and entered the fourth floor of the Hall of Merit.

Even before stepping in, he’d already guessed that this final floor of the Hall of Merit likely stored various Saintly manuals of martial arts, given that the previous floors hadn’t contained any.

This was precisely the reason he had come—Saintly martial arts manuals.

To be specific, he was seeking a top-grade, human-level Saintly martial arts manual.

His goal had been set long before coming here, so once inside, he didn’t waste time selecting.

Even on the fourth floor of the Moon Radiance Sect’s Hall of Merit, Saintly manuals at the pinnacle of the human-level were rather rare, numbering only a few... Wyatt’s eyes immediately locked onto one in particular, or rather, they fixated on the Holy Simplicity that contained the manual.

Beside the Holy Simplicity, a slip of paper provided details, including the name of the Saintly martial art manual and the techniques it encompassed.

"’Peng soaring through the nine heavens, weight as heavy as a mountain, Golden Cloth Shirt—it’s definitely this one. So this is the manual containing these techniques, titled ’Golden Peng’s Profound Secrets,’"

Wyatt murmured, reading the description.

Golden Peng’s Profound Secrets was the same top-grade, human-level Saintly martial art manual that Sail Fenning had cultivated.

This manual included the defensive technique ’Golden Cloth Shirt,’ which was an advanced counterpart to the ’Silver Cloth Shirt,’ a technique Wyatt had thoroughly mastered to its highest realm, ’perfection.’

Unless he transitioned to cultivating Golden Cloth Shirt, there would be no further progress to be made.

Moreover, transitioning to Golden Cloth Shirt didn’t require starting over; he could directly shift to its third realm, ’expert attainments.’

Its power was on par with Perfect Silver Cloth Shirt at the maximum level.

Before coming to the Hall of Merit, Wyatt had already decided to select this top-grade, human-level Saintly martial art manual containing Golden Cloth Shirt.

In addition to the Golden Cloth Shirt, he was also drawn to ’Weight as Heavy as a Mountain.’

’Weight as Heavy as a Mountain’ was a close-combat martial arts technique of tremendous power which Wyatt had experienced firsthand.

Since arriving at the Martial Dao Sacred Land, close-combat techniques had been his weakness, with the only option at his disposal being ’Echo of the Underworld’ from the Saintly martial art manual Supreme Falling Star Arrow.

Supreme Falling Star Arrow focused predominantly on long-range attacks.

Thus, compared to ’Weight as Heavy as a Mountain,’ Echo of the Underworld fell short.

Golden Peng’s Profound Secrets, on the other hand, concentrated entirely on close-combat techniques.

"Sail Fenning’s ’Thousand Weight Heavy Blade’ is already in my possession... Once I cultivate ’Weight as Heavy as a Mountain,’ even at the beginning stages, synergizing it with the Thousand Weight Heavy Blade will unleash power far beyond Echo of the Underworld."

Wyatt understood this well in his heart.

The Thousand Weight Heavy Blade bore a two-star Saint Marking, ’Thousand Weight Saint Marking,’ which, when activated, turned the blade as heavy as a mountain without burdening the wielder.

"It’s decided."

A flicker of resolve in Wyatt’s eyes followed as he reached out and grabbed the Holy Simplicity containing Golden Peng’s Profound Secrets.

But the moment his hand made contact, Wyatt’s expression shifted without warning. With lightning speed, he snatched the Holy Simplicity away and retreated two steps.

At the same moment, another hand swept toward the same Holy Simplicity, stirring a gust of wind where it had been moments before.

However, that hand was ultimately slower.

Wyatt retrieved the Holy Simplicity first.

"Hmph! An Outer Sect disciple dares to fight with me for Golden Peng’s Profound Secrets? Today, until I’ve borrowed it, you’ll have no chance to touch it!"

A sharp snort cut through the air as a young man suddenly appeared mere steps from Wyatt. The man’s arrogant gaze swept over Wyatt, his tone dripping with disdain.

He spoke with a condescending air, as though towering above Wyatt.

Finally getting a proper look at the person who had tried to compete for the Holy Simplicity, Wyatt noted that the man was an Inner Sect disciple—a fact evident from the Inner Sect disciple badge hanging from his waist.

Had this Inner Sect disciple politely explained he was in urgent need of Golden Peng’s Profound Secrets, Wyatt might have considered allowing him to borrow it first.

But this disciple had directly tried to seize the Holy Simplicity Wyatt already held in his hand, and subsequently addressed him in a commanding manner that bordered on ridicule.

Immediately, Wyatt’s expression darkened.

He was never one to yield under pressure but was more receptive to courtesy.

Hence, faced with the insolence of this Inner Sect disciple, Wyatt merely cast a cold glance at him and turned away, heading to another section of the Hall of Merit.

The section he moved toward housed various jade slips containing information of all sorts.

These jade slips encompassed a wide range of knowledge, exactly what Wyatt sought.

Although Wyatt had been at the Martial Dao Sacred Land for over a year, there were still many aspects he did not fully understand.

Through these jade slips, he could deepen his knowledge of the vast and mysterious Martial Dao Sacred Land.

"Ignoring me?"

The Inner Sect disciple froze momentarily upon seeing Wyatt glance at him indifferently before walking off with the Holy Simplicity. But as realization dawned, anger surged within him like wildfire.

Never had he expected to encounter such audacity from an Outer Sect disciple upon his exit from seclusion to borrow the second part of Golden Peng’s Profound Secrets at the Hall of Merit.

In the Outer Sect of the Moon Radiance Sect, there were only five individuals on the Earth List whom he concerned himself with.

No other Outer Sect disciple even registered in his eyes.

And he’d met all five of those ranked disciples before, confirming none of them matched this insolent Outer Sect disciple.

Had it not been for the prohibition against combat within the Hall of Merit, he might already have taught the audacious disciple a lesson.

"Kid, everyone must pay the price for their foolish choices... I’ll grant you one last chance. Hand over the Holy Simplicity willingly and kneel to apologize to me. Otherwise, after leaving the Hall of Merit, you might find yourself regretting any unpleasant events that unfold!"

The Inner Sect disciple stared at Wyatt’s retreating figure, his tone dripping with menace.