Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1495: Two Ghost-Faced People

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Wyatt Barnes discovered that the energy sea within his body had transformed into a small lake, far surpassing what it had been before.

Previously, his energy sea was at most a large pool.

And as far as he knew, even the energy sea of Martial Artists or Taoist Cultivators at the early Saint Realm was only akin to a small stream.

Thus, the moment he used inner sight to examine his current energy sea, he realized he had already broken through to the ’mid-stage of the Saint Realm.’ Though it seemed almost unbelievable, it was undeniably true.

"Elder Fire, this is..."

Wyatt looked at Elder Fire in front of him, his face brimming with excitement. He had countless questions he wanted to ask but didn’t know where to start.

"Save your questions for later... The pressing matter now is dealing with those two people spying on you."

After saying this to Wyatt, Elder Fire left and returned to the first floor of the Jewel Tower.

Wyatt noticed Elder Fire’s pale complexion, and although curiosity burned within him, he knew today was not the right time for Elder Fire to solve his queries.

"The Howard Family!"

Wyatt’s lips curled into a cold grin.

But he didn’t immediately head out and instead began testing the True Energy within him on the third floor of the Jewel Tower.

Now, the True Energy in his body was as vast as a lake, surging through ninety-nine Saint Veins, and in an instant, a large portion of it swept forth.

"Even those at the peak of the Transcending Mortal Realm, whether it’s ’True Energy Weapon Condensation,’ ’True Energy Beast Condensation,’ or ’True Energy Domain Condensation’ techniques, their explosive power over the short term may not necessarily rival mine!"

This filled Wyatt with confidence.

If True Energy were likened to the cars of his previous life, the Saint Veins would be the highways of his previous life.

And in his case, more cars could travel simultaneously.

Of course, Wyatt was also well aware that in the later stages of the Saint Realm, strength was no longer just about the utilization of True Energy and Saint Veins; techniques like True Energy Condensation also played a role.

He had already witnessed the might of these three techniques, and they were indeed formidable.

"Still, with my current strength, even a Transcending Mortal mid-stage Martial Artist or Taoist Cultivator utilizing True Energy Weapon Condensation may not necessarily be my match!"

Although those who mastered True Energy Weapon Condensation in the Transcending Mortal mid-stage were strong, their strength still had limits.

With his arsenal of techniques and capabilities, unless a mid-stage existence could defeat enemies across levels, they were unlikely to match him.

Of course, if an opponent had achieved Small Perfection in the Transcending Mortal Realm, Wyatt couldn’t confidently claim victory.

After all, those at Small Perfection didn’t just master True Energy Weapon Condensation but also True Energy Beast Condensation.

After spending a few hours familiarizing himself with his True Energy, Wyatt left the Jewel Tower.

"As my cultivation has advanced, my mental energy has also grown... Now, I can already inscribe Two-Star Saint Markings."

Returning to his room in the inn, Wyatt mused to himself.

Soon, he walked out of his room and left the inn.

"Hmm? Has he left?"

As Wyatt left the inn, two figures cloaked in night garb emerged from a corner near the building.

The individuals each wore ghostly masks.

The night had grown deep, and the streets were nearly deserted.

"Grandfather Mountain, let’s follow him and see."

One of the masked figures glanced at the other and transmitted his voice using True Energy.

The other masked figure didn’t respond verbally but nodded and followed the former.

"Two people."

Moving ahead, Wyatt didn’t turn back but had already sensed the two individuals tailing him from afar.

Even if he were to turn around now, he might not spot them.

This was because the two shadowy figures were moving along paths outside the illumination of the streetlights.

"Now that my cultivation has advanced to the Saint Realm, I can use the mental technique Elder Fire taught me, ’Heavenly Eye,’ to silently peer into the age and cultivation of everyone below the Saint Realm."

With this thought, Wyatt’s mental energy extended outward, quickly probing the cultivation levels of the two trailing him.

"Early Saint Realm? With such feeble strength, they dare track me?"

Upon discovering the cultivation of one of them, Wyatt sneered disdainfully.

"Wait! This person is concealing his ability well. If not for my breakthrough to mid-stage Saint Realm, I might not have noticed him... Either he’s using a special concealment technique, or someone formidable is protecting him."

Soon, Wyatt detected something amiss.

At this moment, he directed his Heavenly Eye toward the second individual.

When he uncovered the second person’s cultivation, Wyatt’s heart skipped a beat.

"Small... Small Perfection in the Saint Realm?"

Wyatt’s face tensed. "Even Amias Howard, the Howard Family’s steward, is merely at the late stage of the Saint Realm... A Small Perfection Saint Realm existence is rare even within the Howard Family. At minimum, such a person would be an elder."

"The Howard Family must think highly of me to dispatch an elder to keep tabs on me!"

In that moment, Wyatt felt a surge of fury within him.

He had never planned on having any dealings with the Howard Family; otherwise, he wouldn’t have rejected their patriarch Valentin Howard’s invitation earlier.

Who would have thought the Howard Family would stoop so low—acting honorable on the surface while employing underhanded tactics in secret?

Coming in the dead of night, what were they trying to achieve?

Trying to kill and rob him?

Taking a deep breath, Wyatt suppressed the boiling rage in his heart and calmly formulated a plan.

In the end, he slipped into a major thoroughfare.

This road was Thames River City’s central artery and remained dotted with sparse passersby even late at night.

"Where is he heading now?"

Among the two ghostly figures tailing him, one appeared impatient.

"Let’s keep following him and find out."

The other ghostly figure responded calmly, his voice aged and steady.

"Hmm? That’s the direction of the Nine Sect Alliance headquarters... Could this brat be someone from the Nine Sect Alliance?"

Trailing Wyatt for another half hour, seeing that he continued traveling north in Thames River City, the elderly ghostly figure halted, a trace of apprehension in his voice.

"Grandfather Mountain, the Nine Sect Alliance headquarters is still a ways off from here... He could just be passing through."

The younger ghostly figure replied, "Let’s keep going and watch him closer."

After a moment’s hesitation, the older figure nodded, continuing forward while concealing the younger figure.

When their ’target’ abruptly stopped heading north and switched to a westward route, the elderly ghostly figure let out a relieved breath. He had indeed feared the boy might be connected to the Nine Sect Alliance.

The members of the Nine Sect Alliance were affiliated with seventh-tier forces.

Killing such a person covertly was not an issue.

But if exposed, it would spell disaster for their backing family.

"I told you, there’s no way he’s connected to the Nine Sect Alliance."

The younger ghostly figure commented.

"Turns out they’re still following me... If I continued heading north toward the Nine Sect Alliance headquarters, they might not dare tail me."

Unbeknownst to them, their target, Wyatt Barnes, had intentionally altered his course to westward upon noticing their hesitation.

He moved westward, arriving at a secluded area.

This place reeked with an overwhelming stench, being Thames River City’s garbage dump. Other than the city’s cleaners, few ever came here.

The region spanned roughly a kilometer.

Soon, Wyatt reached the center of this isolated zone and came to a halt.

Meanwhile, the two ghostly figures trailing him ducked into a pile of trash.

"Still pretty cautious."

One of the ghostly figures muttered under his breath, his sharp eyes fixated on Wyatt from afar, a glint of murderous intent flashing in his gaze.

"Heh heh..."

Wyatt chuckled knowingly, his gaze landing squarely on their hiding spot. "You’ve followed me all this way. Isn’t it about time you came out? I wonder what the two of you want from me after tailing me for so long?"

If Wyatt hadn’t specified "the two of you," the ghostly figures might have dismissed it as bluffing.

After all, many who feared being followed liked to bluff by claiming, "I see you" or "Come out, stop hiding," even when unsure if anyone was truly tailing them.

But Wyatt’s accurate mention of "two of you" clarified that he had genuinely detected their presence.

"Hmph! Didn’t expect to be discovered."

As the elderly ghostly figure displayed surprise in his gaze, the younger masked individual had already stepped out of the trash heap.

Hiding beneath their ghostly mask, their nose crinkled—a visible sign of discomfort with the stench.

The elderly ghostly figure had no choice but to follow, his eyes now filled with cautious concern.

He was confident in his concealment techniques.

Yet somehow, a mere Transcending Mortal Martial Artist had seen through his stealth?

His eyes narrowed, mental energy stretching outward as he immediately executed a ’mental technique.’

In an instant, Wyatt felt a wave of mental power sweep over him, attempting to probe his cultivation.

"Hmph!"

Wyatt grunted softly but could do little to resist, allowing the foreign mental energy to attach itself to him and investigate his cultivation.

Although the Heavenly Eye technique Elder Fire taught him included methods to block mental probes, those methods required mental energy above the Saint Realm to execute.

Wyatt’s current strength wasn’t enough to deploy such a defense.

"Mid-stage Saint Realm!"

Upon fully assessing Wyatt’s cultivation, the elderly ghostly figure exclaimed in surprise, his voice betraying his aged years.

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