Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 1117: North Hill Davidson Clan

Chapter 1117: Chapter 1117: North Hill Davidson Clan

"Castle Master, I plan to help our clan refine some of these ’Grade One Return-Life Pills’... but, the clan will need to provide its own materials."

Wyatt Barnes looked at Randy Gagnon, who seemed a bit distracted, and said.

"No problem! No problem at all!"

Upon hearing Wyatt Barnes’s words, it took Randy Gagnon a moment to react, but once he did, he nodded eagerly like a pecking chicken, fearing that Wyatt might change his mind.

"Elder Barnes, I’ll get on that right away."

Randy Gagnon said, planning to first return the Grade One Return-Life Pill with ninety-nine percent purity to Wyatt, before going to prepare the needed materials.

"Keep it."

Wyatt shook his head, not taking the Pill Medicine that Randy Gagnon was offering him.

"Thank you very much, Elder Barnes."

Randy Gagnon quickly expressed his gratitude, then turned and hurried away to make the preparations.

What a joke!

This matter concerned a batch of Grade One Return-Life Pills with ninety-nine percent purity - how could he dare to delay?

"With such a purity for the Grade One Return-Life Pill... its efficacy is probably infinitely close to the legendary ’bringing back the dead and regrowing flesh from bones.’"

Randy Gagnon silently thought as he left.

Hiss!

Watching the violent surge of the dark golden flames in his hand, Wyatt Barnes murmured to himself, "Now, as long as I have enough materials, I can actually refine quasi-Emperor Grade spirit weapons with an amplification of ’one times’!"

"However, the materials to refine other quasi-Emperor Grade spirit weapons are much more complicated than those required for refining a quasi-Emperor Grade medicine tripod... and it would be very difficult to gather them all."

This was something Wyatt could deduce from the memories of the reincarnated Martial Emperor.

It didn’t take long for Randy Gagnon to return.

He brought back a large number of materials for refining the Grade One Return-Life Pills, thirty sets in total.

"Castle Master, are you trying to work me to death?"

After blood-binding the Storage Ring and looking at the heap of materials inside, Wyatt’s mouth twitched slightly.

"Elder Barnes, you misunderstand... you only need to refine ten sets, and the remaining twenty sets are a gift from the Gagnon Family to you as a reward."

Randy Gagnon said quickly.

Wyatt suddenly understood.

"Additionally... Elder Barnes, I wonder if I could invite a few other elders to observe your refinement of the ’Grade One Return-Life Pills’?"

Randy Gagnon seemed to have some unspoken difficulties and hesitated before finally gritting his teeth and speaking up.

"You may. However, I don’t particularly enjoy a crowd... those who come to observe must all be Grade Two alchemists like you,"

Wyatt nodded, immediately adding.

"Yes."

Randy Gagnon nodded quickly, then left the great hall to find the other Grade Two alchemist elders.

For the Gagnon Family’s few Grade Two alchemist elders, the opportunity to observe Elder Barnes refining Pill Medicine was one they couldn’t miss. They all hurried over, dropping their current tasks at hand.

Who was Elder Barnes?

A Grade One alchemist!

An alchemist capable of refining pills with ninety-seven percent purity!

Now that they had the chance to observe such an alchemist refining pill medicine, how could they miss out on this opportunity, unless they were out of their minds?

"Elder Barnes."

Soon, within the great hall of Randy Gagnon’s residence, Wyatt was surrounded by Randy and four other elders, with five intense gazes fixed on him.

"Uh-huh."

Wyatt nodded to the four elders and then began refining the Grade One Return-Life Pills.

To accommodate Randy and the four others, he deliberately slowed down the pace.

Whooosh! Whooosh! Whooosh!

...

His exquisite techniques easily caught the attention of Randy and the other four, who watched enraptured.

Wyatt refined a total of ten sets of Grade One Return-Life Pills, repeating the same refining technique ten times before finally taking a pause.

At that moment, Wyatt stowed away the medicine tripod, and in his hand appeared ten pill bottles.

Inside each of them, ten Grade One Return-Life Pills were stored.

Seeing that Randy and the others were still immersed in his refining technique and had not yet snapped back to reality, Wyatt placed the ten bottles of pills aside and then quietly left.

Out of the great hall, Wyatt realized it was already deep into the night.

"When Winnie makes her breakthrough to the ’Martial Emperor Realm,’ I’ll take her back to the Northern Desert... Grimm Wolf Fortress, it’s time to properly settle our scores!"

Wyatt murmured as he left Randy’s residence in the Gagnon Family estate.

His voice wasn’t loud, but it was filled with an ultimate chill.

He vividly remembered the scene when the four Vice Fort Masters of Grimm Wolf Fortress had led ten elders in pursuit of him as if it were yesterday.

"If the ’Demon Sealing Monument’ hadn’t caused my Devil Transformation, bestowing me with incredible power to kill those elders from Grimm Wolf Fortress... by now, I’d be nothing but dust in the Cloud Skies Continent."

A cold light flickered in Wyatt’s eyes.

After Wyatt left, Randy and the other four ’Grade Two alchemists’ from the Gagnon Family did not come to their senses. They stood there all night long, only coming around the following morning.

The first to recover was Randy Gagnon.

"Elder Barnes truly is a divine figure!"

Randy exclaimed from the heart as he recalled the pill refining technique that seemed engraved in his mind.

Though it had only been one night, he felt as if the gates to becoming a Grade One alchemist were slowly opening to him.

Just one more step, and he could become a ’Grade One alchemist’!

Soon after, Randy noticed the ten neatly placed pill bottles on the table and his eyes lit up, swiftly collecting them.

"Castle Master, has the purity level of the ’Grade One Return-Life Pills’ refined by Elder Barnes reached ninety-seven percent?"

The other four Grade Two alchemist elders slowly regained their senses and eagerly asked one after another.

Randy Gagnon opened one pill bottle after another, peering inside and his pupils constricted.

"These Emperor Grade Return-Life Pills..."

Randy’s gaze passed over the four Grade Two alchemist elders and paused as he spoke here.

Finally, under the intensely expectant gazes of the four Grade Two alchemist elders, he swallowed hard and managed to say, "They are all ninety-nine percent purity Emperor Grade Return-Life Pills!"

"Ninety-nine percent purity?!"

As soon as Randy uttered these words, the four Grade Two alchemist elders were petrified.

In the Northern Desert, there lay the ancient city.

Today, the city saw the arrival of unexpected visitors, a total of four people.

The leader of the group was an old man with snow-white hair, gliding through the air without making a sound, as if he completely merged with heaven and earth.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that the old man was carrying a middle-aged man as he flew.

Behind them, three middle-aged men followed like shadows, each clad in uniform blue garments with the character "Davidson" embroidered on their chests.

Above the "Davidson" character, two smaller characters were also embroidered:

North Hill.

In the blink of an eye, the party of four entered the Grimm Wolf Fortress.

"Who goes there?!"

Immediately, the people of the Grimm Wolf Fortress stood ready, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"North Hill Davidson Clan, Sebastian Davidson!"

The leading elderly man with white hair spoke with authority, his voice spreading out and sweeping over the Grimm Wolf Fortress, reaching every corner of the fortress.

"North Hill Davidson Clan?"

Many of the disciples of the Grimm Wolf Fortress appeared confused.

However, six figures arose from within the fortress, each of their expressions becoming grave as they were obviously familiar with the "North Hill Davidson Clan."

These six were led by an elder in blue robes.

Behind the blue-robed elder followed four other elders and a middle-aged man.

"North Hill Davidson Clan, a Second-Rate Power from the lands of North Hill, what could bring them to our Grimm Wolf Fortress?"

The blue-robed elder, who was in fact the Castle Master of the Grimm Wolf Fortress, "Gregory," wore a puzzled expression.

"Master."

At this moment, the middle-aged man behind him, the Vice Fort Master of the Grimm Wolf Fortress, "Thiago Relief," looked towards the elder beside him, another Vice Fort Master, "Ahmir Rowan." "The North Hill Davidson Clan, isn’t that where Larry..."

"Yes. It seems he has used the promise his father had granted him."

Ahmir Rowan nodded, interrupting Thiago Relief’s words with a sigh.

Ahmir Rowan had a sister.

Years ago, she had sought to improve her status by enticing the eldest young master of the North Hill Davidson Clan.

Yet, she had failed to even gain the status of a concubine. Even after she gave birth and was taken into the Davidson Clan, she could only live among the servants.

Even the son she bore did not have the privilege to bear the "Davidson" name.

The once young master of the Davidson Clan had now become the head of the house, blessed with many outstanding children, and cared little for the life and death of an illegitimate son.

Still, he made a promise, considering that the son carried his blood, to grant a single request from his illegitimate child, provided it was nothing too outrageous.

And that illegitimate child was Ahmir Rowan’s nephew.

Larry Rowan!

Having been sent early on to live under the roof of the Grimm Wolf Fortress by his mother, Larry, a man of mediocre talent in the Martial Dao, abused his status, relying on the fact that his uncle was the Vice Fort Master, to act unbridledly and oppress others.

In the end, however, he went too far and someone destroyed his dantian.

"Master... do you mean to say, the people from the North Hill Davidson Clan have been brought here by Larry?"

Thiago Relief involuntarily gasped at the revelation.

"That seems to be the case," Ahmir replied, nodding.

Soon, upon seeing the familiar figure among the newcomers, Ahmir realized his guess had been correct — the people from the North Hill Davidson Clan were indeed led here by his nephew.

"Grimm Wolf Fortress, Gregory."

Gregory turned to the leading old man among the arriving four and bowed slightly, "On behalf of the Vice Fort Masters, I greet Senior Davidson."

"Greetings to Senior Davidson."

At this moment, the five individuals behind Ahmir also bowed.

Sebastian Davidson!

One of the two Martial Emperor powerhouses of the North Hill Davidson Clan, they were well aware of his reputation.

A Martial Emperor was not something their Third-Rate Power like the Grimm Wolf Fortress could afford to provoke.

"Larry, you may speak," said Sebastian Davidson, casting an indifferent glance towards the middle-aged man he had brought along.

"Larry?"

Previously, the exchange between Rowan and Relief was conducted with sound condensed through Origin Force, so Gregory was unaware of the context of the situation.

Now hearing Sebastian Davidson’s words, he realized that the middle-aged man brought by Sebastian was none other than Ahmir’s nephew, Larry Rowan.

"Castle Master..."

At this point, Larry looked towards Gregory.

However, before he could say more, Ahmir interrupted him with a deep voice, "Larry, have you really thought this through? Do you truly wish to use that promise in this manner?

"You must understand that although your cultivation base is now ruined, if you were to ask your father with that promise for a carefree life of luxury and wealth for the rest of your days, he would still honor it," advised Ahmir.

"There’s no need to persuade me, uncle!"

Larry shook his head, his face twisting involuntarily with ferocity, "That Wyatt Barnes must die! Without his death, even a lifetime of wealth and pleasure would bring me no joy."