Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1482 Evander Mullins’ Whereabouts

Wyatt Barnes had his own principles.

He admitted that he greatly desired the inscription pen in his hand.

A Nine-Star Inscription Pen—is there anyone who wouldn’t want it?

However, as the saying goes, a gentleman does not seize what others love. From Trevor Baillie’s hesitation earlier, Wyatt could see that Trevor was reluctant to part with this inscription pen.

Therefore, both emotionally and logically, Wyatt knew he shouldn’t take the inscription pen for himself.

Otherwise, it would be far too selfish.

Sensing Wyatt’s staunch refusal to accept the inscription pen no matter what, Trevor had no choice but to take it back. As he did, he said resolutely, "Junior Brother, I know you don’t want to take something your Senior Brother treasures... But I’ll temporarily keep this inscription pen for now, on one condition—you must promise me this."

"Senior Brother, please speak."

Wyatt replied.

"When you become a Three-Star Saint Markings Master someday... at that time, you must accept this inscription pen! If you don’t, I’ll insist that you take it today."

Indeed, Trevor was reluctant to part with the Nine-Star Inscription Pen in his possession.

But that was only human nature.

Even within the Martial Dao Sacred Land, Nine-Star Inscription Pens are exceedingly rare.

Moreover, Trevor had used the pen for so long—having to give it up so suddenly was understandably difficult.

Still, he knew he couldn’t afford to be selfish.

This inscription pen had been left behind by his unseen teacher.

Although Trevor had come to possess it, his teacher had hoped to find a successor capable of inheriting his craft of "tricky markings." And Wyatt happened to be that successor.

Trevor was convinced that if his teacher were present, the Nine-Star Inscription Pen would most likely be handed over to Wyatt.

"No problem."

Seeing Trevor’s "If you don’t agree, I won’t let this go" demeanor, Wyatt accepted the condition without hesitation.

In his mind, the future was unpredictable.

Who knows? By the time he became a Three-Star Saint Markings Master, he might already have left the Moon Radiance Sect.

After chatting idly with Trevor for a while longer, Wyatt bid farewell and left, heading back to the Outer Sect.

Along the way, everyone he passed offered him nods of acknowledgment, as though his face carried some extraordinary charm.

"Fame really does come with its burdens," Wyatt thought, chuckling bitterly to himself.

When he passed by the Hall of Merit, Wyatt paused briefly, mumbling softly to himself, "For now, there doesn’t seem to be much left in the Hall of Merit worth exchanging for... I’ll use the remaining merit points to get some Taoist Talismans for self-defense."

In the end, Wyatt kept aside the merit points earmarked for Ling Yun, reserved ten thousand for himself, and spent the rest on Taoist Talismans.

To him, Taoist Talismans were life-saving tools.

As for the ten thousand merit points he kept, they were for emergencies.

What if the materials needed to repair the third layer of the Jewel Tower appeared on the Inner Sect disciples’ trading floor again in the Hall of Merit?

If he didn’t have merit points by then, who could he turn to for help?

Of course, he could approach his Senior Brother Trevor, but knowing how much Trevor had already helped him, Wyatt was reluctant to impose on him further.

After purchasing the Taoist Talismans, Wyatt went to the Hall of Merit’s first floor and began wandering around.

However, after making a full round, and despite Elder Fire keeping an eye outside for him, Wyatt still didn’t find the materials needed to repair the Jewel Tower’s third layer.

"Looks like my luck has finally run out."

Wyatt laughed self-deprecatingly, and under the watchful gaze of a group of Inner Sect disciples, left the Hall of Merit.

"Senior Brother said there are inscription pens for sale in Thames River City? Thames River City is the largest city within the Nine Sect Alliance’s jurisdiction, and the Alliance’s headquarters is located there... Perhaps it’s time to take a trip there."

On his way back to the Outer Sect, Wyatt made up his mind to visit Thames River City.

He had already heard much about it.

Moreover, he was indeed in need of an inscription pen now.

"Besides the inscription pen, I can take a look to see if the materials for repairing the Jewel Tower’s third layer are there... Now, fully repairing the third layer isn’t far off. Once completed, my cultivation speed will become significantly more efficient!"

Thinking about this, Wyatt firmly decided to set aside some time to travel to Thames River City.

The Jewel Tower’s third layer held an immortal treasure, though with his current strength, he couldn’t utilize it.

But its cultivation environment was profoundly significant to him.

Five days inside equaled only one day outside.

"In eight months, I’ll need to return to Crescent Island to accompany the two girls as they give birth... If I can repair the Jewel Tower’s third layer by then, my strength will surely surge! On the journey back, I’ll also have stronger self-preservation abilities."

Thinking about Keer and Jovie Lee, Wyatt felt an immense surge of motivation.

"When I finally find Father and Mother, I’ll bring them to the Martial Dao Sacred Land as well... And at that time, I’ll make sure to give the girls a grand wedding celebration!"

Thinking about his two fiancées brought an unmistakable happiness to Wyatt’s expression.

Despite his deep affection for them, he had yet to formally give them a title.

Of course, it wasn’t because of unwillingness, but because he hadn’t found his parents yet. Without them, he couldn’t proceed with the marriage.

The girls’ parents were gone, but his were still alive and well. Marriage, after all, required the presence of both parents.

"Perhaps, by the time I find them, my two children will already be speaking their first words... When my parents realize they’ve become grandparents, I can only imagine their joy."

Wyatt’s face was filled with boundless smiles.

Witnessing this carefree joy, many Outer Sect disciples couldn’t help but be baffled.

What had Senior Brother Barnes so elated?

Could it be that Elder Baillie had given him some additional boon?

At this thought, envy flickered across their gazes, though they understood that Wyatt’s good fortune was beyond their reach.

Wyatt Barnes, they acknowledged, was destined to become someone they could only look up to.

"Baer Bear, has Evander Mullins’ faction been bothering you recently?"

When Wyatt next encountered Baer Bear, he asked this question.

"Senior Brother Barnes, now that everyone knows you’re Elder Baillie’s Junior Brother, I doubt Evander has the nerve to trouble us anymore."

Baer Bear grinned broadly, adding, "By the way, congratulations, Senior Brother!"

Despite Baer Bear’s optimism, Wyatt remained unconvinced.

He didn’t believe Evander Mullins would stop targeting him just because of Trevor Baillie’s presence.

At this point, Evander was likely planning his schemes from the shadows instead.

And that, Wyatt thought, posed an even greater danger.

Still, Wyatt had no regrets about silently allowing Trevor to publicize their brotherly relationship.

At the very least, Baer Bear and Ling Yun were safe under this pretense.

It was clear that Evander Mullins wouldn’t dare openly trouble them anymore.

"Nonetheless, Senior Brother is certainly intimidating... the moment he arrived, he didn’t hesitate to warn Evander off."

Trevor had previously shared with Wyatt his confrontation with Evander Mullins, leaving Wyatt astonished.

Who would have thought his Senior Brother could be so fearless and protective?

Trevor’s unwavering stance essentially declared: should Evander dare act against Wyatt, his fate would be sealed!

The Moon Radiance Sect had rules in place prohibiting internecine killing among disciples.

Yet who was Trevor Baillie?

Even the Sect’s Saint Realm powerhouses wouldn’t dare display arrogance before him.

If Trevor wanted to kill someone, whether justified or not, none of them would dare hold him accountable.

Trevor’s significance to the Moon Radiance Sect was extraordinary.

Over the years, the other seven sects in the Nine Sect Alliance—seven sects lacking Three-Star Saint Markings Masters—had persistently sent people to secretly entice Trevor to join their ranks... and the Moon Radiance Sect’s Saint Realm powerhouses were fully aware of this.

So far, Trevor had spurned their offers because he enjoyed his time in the Moon Radiance Sect.

If the Sect ever caused him dissatisfaction, whether he’d reject those seven sects again would be anyone’s guess.

For a seven-grade sect like the Moon Radiance Sect, a Three-Star Saint Markings Master was akin to a "pillar of support."

"Baer Bear, I’m transferring Ling Yun’s merit points to you. Pass them on to him later... In the days ahead, we likely won’t meet."

Wyatt took out a crystal card and handed it to Baer Bear.

"Senior Brother, are you planning to go into seclusion?"

Baer Bear asked.

"Yes."

Wyatt nodded, though he had no intention of revealing his plans to visit Thames River City—not even to Baer Bear or Trevor Baillie.

He was acutely aware that in the mere four months since joining the Moon Radiance Sect, he’d already made several enemies.

If word got out that he was leaving the Sect’s protective perimeter, those foes wouldn’t hesitate to pursue him for an ambush.

That said, Wyatt had no plans for an immediate departure.

"I’ll break through to Transcending Mortal Realm Perfection first, then head to Thames River City."

With that resolve, Wyatt began preparing.

What Wyatt didn’t realize, however, was that while he retreated to the Jewel Tower’s second layer for secluded cultivation, Inner Sect Elder Evander Mullins had already arrived in Thames River City.

In his arrival, Evander Mullins appeared so thoroughly disguised that even his direct disciple, Quentin Campbell, would scarcely recognize him.

In the bustling streets of Thames River City, Evander soon navigated his way into secluded alleys, vanishing completely from public sight.

It wasn’t until deep nightfall that Evander re-emerged.

Thames River City’s western fringes at night were eerily devoid of human activity.

Sitting there was a seemingly ordinary independent estate, secluded near the city walls—so inconspicuous it barely attracted any attention.

During the day, almost no one entered or exited.

Yet under cover of darkness, spectral figures would frequently pass through this estate.

Evander Mullins arrived outside this estate. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he strode directly inside.

Passing countless ghostly figures in the courtyard, Evander entered a dimly lit room with its doors wide open.

As soon as he stepped inside, the room was illuminated, and the door snapped shut.

"I want to buy someone’s life!"

Evander declared, his voice hoarse and low, deliberately disguised.