Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1505: Shadow Mountain Black Market

Now that he had obtained the materials, Wyatt Barnes had no intention of remaining in Thames River City.

"Senior Brother Milan, regarding the materials I need, I must trouble you to attend to them."

As he said goodbye to Milan Reid, Wyatt added.

"Rest assured, Junior Brother Barnes. I will continue sending people to search for the materials you need... Once they are found, I will have someone bring them back to the Sect and deliver them into your hands."

Milan Reid nodded in agreement.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Milan."

After expressing his gratitude once again, Wyatt took his leave.

It was late at night when Wyatt departed. The darkness was so thick that one couldn’t see their hand before their face. Seizing the cover of night, Wyatt stealthily left the Moon Radiance Sect’s stronghold and the headquarters of the Nine Sects Alliance.

The reason he chose this particular time to leave was to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Wyatt knew full well that even though he was now a martial artist at the mid-stage of Entering the Saint Realm, he would still stand no chance if confronted by anyone at the peak of Entering the Saint Realm.

However, unbeknownst to Wyatt, as he left, a shadowy figure quietly followed behind him.

Only when he watched Wyatt safely leave Thames River City did the person stop in their tracks.

Under the moonlight, he raised his head and watched Wyatt’s figure vanish into the void, disappearing without a trace.

The moonlight illuminated the man’s face—it was none other than Milan Reid, who had parted ways with Wyatt not long ago.

It turned out that after Wyatt left, Milan couldn’t set his mind at ease and decided to secretly escort Wyatt out of the city.

Once he saw Wyatt leave Thames River City and disappear from sight, Milan did not follow further.

Wyatt unleashed his speed, flying at full tilt toward the Moon Radiance Sect’s base.

"Holden Yellow!"

On his way back to the Moon Radiance Sect, Wyatt couldn’t help but recall the outer elder who had ambushed him when he left the Sect. His mood darkened instantly.

Back then, if he hadn’t possessed a second ’Three-Star Divine Travel Talisman,’ he would have died at Holden Yellow’s hands.

"I hope you’re bold enough to stay in the Moon Radiance Sect and give me the chance to exact my revenge!"

Wyatt murmured to himself, words obviously directed at Holden Yellow.

Unfortunately, Wyatt was destined to be disappointed.

After failing in his attempt to assassinate Wyatt, Holden Yellow had realized that returning to the Moon Radiance Sect would spell his doom, and so he never returned. Instead, he went into hiding.

Of course, Holden Yellow wasn’t hiding because he feared Wyatt; he was afraid of Trevor Baillie, who stood behind Wyatt.

Meanwhile, in a secluded manor in Thames River City, people came and went under the cover of night.

These figures darted in and out of the manor, teeming with activity.

During the day, the manor appeared lifeless, virtually devoid of anyone. Only at night did it come alive with bustling movement.

It was here that the Shadow Mountain Black Market had established a stronghold for their branch within the Nine Sects Alliance’s territory.

At present, within a spacious room of the lively manor shrouded in darkness, candlelight flickered in the breeze, casting shadows of two wavering figures.

"That Wyatt Barnes from the Moon Radiance Sect is Chidark’s target! For him to have survived his journey to Thames River City and stirred up such a commotion, there’s only one possibility... Chidark must have failed!"

The speaker was a wiry old man with black-and-white streaked hair. His face appeared asymmetrical, half resembling a man and the other half a woman.

He gazed at the burly middle-aged man before him and spoke.

"Could there be another explanation? Chidark shouldn’t have failed."

The broad-shouldered, bear-like middle-aged man stood upright like a tower, exuding an oppressive aura of strength.

"Even if there was another reason, Chidark should have returned by now... His prolonged absence spells trouble, most likely fatal."

The old man said.

Knock! Knock!

Just then, two faint knocks sounded at the door.

"Lord Ivan Nether."

The respectful voice came from outside as both the old man and the burly man’s gazes shifted toward the door.

"Come in!"

Recognizing the voice, the old man replied indifferently.

Simultaneously, he waved his hand, causing the door to open on its own.

A tall, young man dressed in black combat gear stepped inside. Upon noticing the burly man, he bowed respectfully, "Lord Richard Thai."

"What is it?"

After closing the door with another wave, the old man asked calmly.

"Lord Ivan Nether, there’s a candidate Three-Star assassin outside claiming to have urgent matters to discuss directly with you."

The young man reported, "If you’re unwilling to meet him, I will drive him away immediately."

"A candidate Three-Star assassin?"

The old man’s murky eyes flashed with interest. After a brief pause, he said, "Bring him here."

Within Shadow Mountain Black Market, assassins were ranked by tiers.

The black-cloaked man Wyatt had once killed had been a ’Three-Star assassin’ affiliated with Shadow Mountain Black Market.

Though a candidate Three-Star assassin was slightly inferior in rank, their lethal capabilities were near-equal.

In Shadow Mountain Black Market, a candidate Three-Star assassin could, with the advantage of surprise, successfully assassinate most Envoys of the Transcending Mortal Realm, whether martial artists or Taoist cultivators.

The dreadful skill of candidate Three-Star assassins was undeniable.

Soon, the returning young man brought someone along—a figure cloaked entirely in black robes, their appearance and build obscured.

A pervasive aura of mystery surrounded them.

"Greetings, Lord Ivan Nether."

The black-robed figure bowed slightly in respect toward the old man but didn’t acknowledge the burly middle-aged man beside him, seemingly unfamiliar with him.

The middle-aged man didn’t seem bothered, his interest instead locked on the enigmatic newcomer.

"Do you have something to discuss with me?"

The old man, formally known by the codename ’Ivan Nether,’ one of Shadow Mountain Black Market’s regional leaders, questioned coolly.

However, his status was limited to a regional branch within the Nine Sects Alliance territory. At the headquarters, his strength, having just reached the Saint Realm, was considered negligible—a mere errand boy.

The candidate Three-Star assassin who had sought Ivan out glanced at the young man beside him and then at the burly middle-aged man.

"You may leave."

Following Ivan’s command, the young man withdrew, closing the door behind him.

"This is ’Richard Thai.’"

Ivan glanced at the candidate Three-Star assassin and introduced the burly man.

Richard Thai!

As Ivan uttered those words, the candidate Three-Star assassin’s body trembled involuntarily.

When he spoke again, his voice quivered slightly, "Lord... Lord Richard Thai?"

He raised his head cautiously to glance at the burly man.

Upon noticing the gnarled scar slicing across Richard Thai’s left eye, the assassin drew a deep breath and hurriedly bowed, "Greetings, Lord Richard Thai!"

As a Shadow Mountain Black Market assassin, he had mostly interacted with Ivan, a regional leader.

Though he had often heard of Richard Thai, he had never seen him.

So, even with Richard standing right before him, he didn’t immediately recognize him.

But upon recalling Richard Thai’s infamous reputation, veins of fear coursed through his heart.

Among Black Market assassins, stories of Richard Thai’s exploits were blood-chilling. One such tale recounted how Trevor Baillie, the former Sect Leader of the Mysterious Rune Sect, had died by Richard’s hand.

A mythical power within the Nine Sects Alliance territory, Trevor Baillie’s strength ranked among the top three, surpassing even Ivan Nether.

Rumors of Richard Thai’s origins had also reached the assassin.

It was said that he had angered a high-ranking figure within Black Market’s upper divisions and was suppressed, ultimately being relegated to the Nine Sects Alliance region’s branch.

This branch was one of the lowest-tier regional outposts within the Shadow Mountain Black Market.

Another popular rumor chronicled Richard’s initial entry into this region.

Allegedly, upon arrival, Richard had faced hostility from high-ranking members of the regional branch.

Unflinching, he forged his position there with sheer brute force and iron fists.

Today, Richard’s status within this regional branch even exceeded Ivan Nether’s.

So when the assassin realized the man standing before him was Richard Thai, his terror was palpable.

"Speak freely."

Richard addressed the assassin with a slight nod, his tone indifferent.

"Yes, of course."

The assassin instantly replied, no trace of insolence in his manner, as he faced Richard Thai and Ivan Nether. "Lord Richard Thai, Lord Ivan Nether... A few nights ago, late at night, I accidentally witnessed a matter of grave concern—something that could severely harm the reputation of Shadow Mountain Black Market."

As he spoke, the assassin’s expression grew heavy.

"Oh?"

Catching the gravity of the assassin’s tone, Richard Thai and Ivan Nether exchanged a glance, their curiosity evidently piqued.

"That night, I had a mission to fulfill. Upon confirming the identities of the individuals involved, I left promptly... Once my mission was completed, I made my way back as quickly as possible to report this to you, Lord Ivan Nether."

The assassin explained.

"What happened exactly?"

Ivan asked.

"Someone was impersonating us, claiming to be part of Shadow Mountain Black Market!"

The assassin admitted through gritted teeth, "They identified themselves as Shadow Mountain Black Market assassins, but I could discern from their aura that they were far from genuine assassins! Moreover, all assassins in Shadow Mountain Black Market are bound by Thunder Punishment oaths—it’s impossible for them to expose their own identities."

Swish! Swish!

The assassin’s revelation immediately darkened Richard Thai and Ivan Nether’s expressions.

Shadow Mountain Black Market, at its highest echelon, was recognized as a Third-Rate Power.

A vast organization flourished not in chaos but under strict governance and rules.

Among its many taboos, one rule stood above all: no assassin was permitted to reveal their identity during operations.

To enforce this, Shadow Mountain Black Market mandated that all assassins pledge Thunder Punishment oaths before fully joining its ranks.