Legend of Wyatt Nove Chapter 1183: Boosted by ’Ninety-two Percent

Chapter 1183: Chapter 1183: Boosted by ’Ninety-two Percent

"Go prepare... Ti is a bit tight, get it done as soon as possible."

Wyatt Barnes said with a grave expression to Pearl Rowan.

"Yes, Sect Leader."

Pearl Rowan nodded, bid farewell with a word, and then set off to prepare.

After Pearl Rowan left, Wyatt Barnes walked around the Heaven Fortin Peak carefully looking around.

Seeing that everything in the Sect was on the right track, a sincere smile spread across his face.

If initially, he had little interest in becoming a Sect Leader, commanding a Sect.

Now, he felt a sense of achievent.

"No wonder so many people long for success and fa, longing to be leaders of a power... It turns out that standing high above, controlling everything, feels so comfortable."

Wyatt Barnes’ gaze beca blurred as he looked at the Heaven Fortin Peak in front of him.

This place was the Sect he controlled.

Heaven Fortin Sect!

"One day, I will let everyone on the Cloud Skies Continent know of ’Heaven Fortin Sect’s’ existence... I believe, that day won’t be far off."

Wyatt Barnes’ eyes sparkled like two stars, as if they could illuminate everything.

After a mont, Wyatt Barnes left but did not return to his own residence, instead he went to find the two Sackman brothers, who were also the other two Vice Sect Leaders of Heaven Fortin Sect.

"Sect Leader!"

Upon seeing Wyatt Barnes, the Sackman brothers respectfully bowed and greeted him, not daring to be negligent.

"I need your help to gather so materials," Wyatt Barnes said to the Sackman brothers.

"Sect Leader, please instruct us."

The Sackman brothers quickly nodded their heads.

Then, Wyatt Barnes listed a bunch of materials and asked the Sackman brothers to search for them in the Heaven Fortin Sect’s storeroom, and if they could not be found there, to go outside to find them, "I need these materials urgently... Gather them as quickly as possible."

As he spoke towards the end, Wyatt Barnes’ face turned grave.

"Sect Leader, rest assured, you can count on us," the Sackman brothers promised solemnly.

Since the Yin and Yang Sect was renad ’Heaven Fortin Sect,’ although they had beco Vice Sect Leaders, they were largely left aside.

Looking at Pearl Rowan, who was often active around the Sect Leader, they too were filled with anxiety.

Now that the Sect Leader had finally asked them to do sothing, they naturally did not dare to take it lightly and were determined to go all out, to gather the materials for the Sect Leader in the shortest possible ti.

"Go."

Wyatt Barnes nodded.

"Yes."

The Sackman brothers respectfully responded and left, turning into two swift bolts of lightning, disappearing from Wyatt Barnes’ sight.

"Once they have gathered the materials... I can start crafting puppets en masse. When a group of puppets powered by top-grade original stones combine into a ’Composite Puppet,’ who knows how strong it will beco."

Wyatt Barnes thought excitedly, his eyes full of anticipation.

From the mont he had bid for the ’Mystic Silver’ at the Campbell Family’s auction house, he had made up his mind.

To craft a group of puppets and then combine them with the ’Inscription Formation’ obtained from the Martial Emperor’s secret cache.

Once combined, the puppets would exhibit extrely powerful Origin Force, and with ’Essence Fragnts’ embedded within them, they would be on par with Martial Emperor powerhouses.

What’s most important is that with ’Mystic Silver,’ Wyatt Barnes could effortlessly control them.

"In a few more days, there should be a ’Grade One Artifact Refiner’ or ’Grade One alchemist’ knocking on our door."

After reeling back his thoughts, Wyatt Barnes’ mind shifted to sothing else, murmuring to himself.

And what surprised Wyatt Barnes was that the very next day, a ’Grade One Artifact Refiner’ showed up asking to et with him specifically.

Midway up the central part of Heaven Fortin Peak stood a resplendent palace.

This place was originally the grand hall of the Yin Peak of the Yin and Yang Sect, and now, it had naturally beco the grand hall of the Heaven Fortin Sect.

Today, two people were in the grand hall.

One of them, dressed in purple garnts, sat at the main seat—it was ’Wyatt Barnes.’

Standing below Wyatt Barnes was a middle-aged man in plain clothes. The middle-aged man had a bearded face and was unkempt as if he hadn’t grood himself for a long ti.

"Are you a Grade One Artifact Refiner?"

Wyatt Barnes looked at the middle-aged man and asked indifferently.

"Are you the Sect Leader of Heaven Fortin Sect?"

Despite his slovenly appearance, the middle-aged man’s eyes were as bright as stars as he sized up Wyatt Barnes.

"Interesting."

Wyatt Barnes took a deep look at the middle-aged man, "Indeed, I am the Sect Leader of Heaven Fortin Sect."

With a flick of his wrist, the middle-aged man confird his identity through his actions.

Of course, it wasn’t just his actions.

Mainly, it was the strand of purple-edged fla that burst from his palm, which asserted his identity.

Grade One Artifact Fire!

"Are you prepared to join my Heaven Fortin Sect, to beco a Grade One Artifact Refiner for us?"

Wyatt Barnes’ eyes twinkled as he inquired.

Even after confirming the middle-aged man was a Grade One Artifact Refiner, he showed no unusual expression, as if the person standing in front of him was just an ordinary person.

Wyatt Barnes’ attitude took the middle-aged man by surprise.

"Now that I hear your words," the middle-aged man said calmly, "as long as it’s confird that your Heaven Fortin Sect indeed has an Artifact Refiner capable of crafting Grade One Spirit Weapons that amplify strength by ’ninety percent,’ I will stay."

"Confird?"

Wyatt Barnes smiled, "Didn’t you go to the Campbell Family’s place?"

"I did. But that doesn’t prove anything."

The middle-aged man continued.

"Oh?"

Wyatt Barnes looked deeply into the middle-aged man’s eyes and asked, "What is your na?"

"If your Heaven Fortin Sect is willing to keep , naturally I’ll tell you. If you aren’t, what’s the point of

saying it?"

The middle-aged man coolly said.

Wyatt Barnes, taken aback, then looked deeply at the middle-aged man and said, "What do you want our Heaven Fortin Sect’s Grade One Artifact Refiner to prove? To craft a Grade One Spirit Artifact in front of you?"

"If that’s the case, then that would be perfect."

The middle-aged man nodded, his eyes flashing with a hint of brightness.

Whoosh!

Quickly, the middle-aged man’s expression changed slightly.

Because he noticed that the Sect Leader of the Heaven Fortin Sect who sat at the head had vanished.

That wasn’t the main point, the main point was the biting wind coming towards him, indicating the Sect Leader was heading straight for him.

"What’s wrong? Scared?"

Wyatt Barnes stood firmly in front of the middle-aged man, his face revealing a mocking question.

"What do you want to do?"

Looking at the purple-clad young man close at hand, the middle-aged man’s face looked sowhat unsightly.

"Do? Didn’t you want

to prove myself?"

Wyatt Barnes smiled, a bright smile.

"Bring out your Grade One Spirit Artifact."

Wyatt Barnes looked at the middle-aged man and said.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man was montarily stunned.

Even though his mind was filled with countless doubts, he still took out a folding fan. The fan seed strange; it only had ribs and no face, but it was clearly a ’Grade One Spirit Artifact.’

"An Grade One Spirit Artifact with an enhancent of ’eighty-nine percent’?"

As Wyatt Barnes took the folding fan, he couldn’t help but feel a glimr of surprise.

"You... you... how did you know?"

As soon as the middle-aged man saw Wyatt Barnes touch the folding fan he passed over and called it a Grade One Spirit Artifact with ’eighty-nine percent’ enhancent, he widened his eyes.

When he looked at Wyatt Barnes again, he seed to have seen a ghost.

Yet, facing the middle-aged man’s question, Wyatt Barnes did not heed him.

Hiss!

Wyatt Barnes flipped his hand over, and a wild fla spewed out from his palm, a dark golden fla.

The appearance of the dark golden fla steadied the middle-aged man’s expression.

Right after, he stared at the fla in Wyatt Barnes’s hand as if possessed by a demon.

Quickly, Wyatt Barnes threw the folding fan into the dark golden fla spewing out from his palm.

In just a few breaths, the folding fan lted into a puddle of liquid.

"This... this is a fla for refining artifacts that’s even more advanced than ’Grade One Artifice Fire’!"

The middle-aged man’s pupils shrank, and he couldn’t help but exclaim in a sowhat uncompossed manner.

He said this because even with Grade One Artifice Fire, to burn his Grade One Spirit Fan into this state would take a quarter of an hour.

And yet, the dark golden fla before him took only a few breaths to lt his folding fan into a puddle of liquid.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

...

The next mont, his gaze was completely captivated by Wyatt Barnes’s movents, as Wyatt Barnes was reforging the Grade One Spirit Fan, aiming to increase its augntation power.

With a raise of his hand, Wyatt Barnes’s masterful refining techniques ca naturally, dizzying the middle-aged man with their splendor.

When had he ever seen such wondrous refining techniques?

Now, he seed to have forgotten everything.

In the world before his eyes, only those continuously transforming long hands remained, constantly displaying artifact-refining techniques that were so magnificent that they left him in awe.

Although Wyatt Barnes seed focused on refining, he was actually multitasking, taking notice of the middle-aged man’s exaggerated expression.

"Now you are so shocked; won’t you be even more so later on?"

A mocking smile played at the corner of Wyatt Barnes’s mouth.

Ti quietly slipped by.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye.

By now, the puddle of liquid had morphed into the rudintary shape of a folding fan, still far from being restored to its original form.

Another hour passed.

By this ti, the folding fan had completely returned to its original form, down to the smallest detail.

Whoosh!

As Wyatt Barnes withdrew his hands, the dark golden fla extinguished, and the folding fan steadily fell into his palm.

"It’s done."

Looking at the folding fan in his hands, a satisfied smile erged on Wyatt Barnes’s face.

Although the fan in front of him seed no different than before, he knew that underneath its unchanged exterior, a revolutionary transformation had occurred.

"Take it."

With a raised hand, Wyatt Barnes tossed the folding fan to the middle-aged man.

"Yes, yes."

The middle-aged man, finally snapping back to reality, frantically caught the folding fan, then looked eagerly at Wyatt Barnes, "Sect Leader Wyatt, what grade of Artifact Refiner are you? You must be beyond the scope of a Grade One Artifact Refiner, right?"

"That we can talk about later... First, try the Spirit Fan I’ve reforged for you."

Wyatt Barnes said indifferently.

"Okay."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man took a deep breath and promptly began to circulate the Origin Force within his body, pouring it into the Spirit Fan in his hands.

Instantly, dazzling light shone from the Spirit Fan.

After a while, as the middle-aged man observed the phenonon of heaven and earth above his head, he was dumbfounded, "This... the enhancent... ’ninety-two percent’?"