Legend of Wyatt-Chapter 1563: Don’t Know How to Appreciate Favors!

Chapter 1563: Chapter 1563: Don’t Know How to Appreciate Favors!

However, crossing that vast desert without sleep or rest still brought Wyatt Barnes a certain fatigue.

It wasn’t physical fatigue, but spiritual fatigue.

Before asking anyone for directions, Wyatt first found a place to rest temporarily.

After resting for a night, he continued his journey northward the next morning.

Finally, after traveling northward at full speed for an hour, he saw an inconspicuous small village, with smoke curling in the distance.

Such a small village, nestled in the vast grassland, appeared in Wyatt’s eyes like a perfect landscape painting.

As he approached the village, Wyatt descended from the sky.

Before entering the village, Wyatt noticed two swift figures darting out, blocking his way.

"Who are you?"

The ones blocking Wyatt’s path were two sturdily built middle-aged men, looking strong and powerful, their faces filled with vigilance as they looked at Wyatt, the unexpected visitor.

"There’s no need for alarm, gentlemen. I’m just a passerby seeking directions."

Wyatt managed to squeeze out a slight smile and said.

At the same time, he quietly activated the ’Heavenly Eye’, immediately sensing the cultivation level of the two middle-aged men, revealing them to be Martial Artists at the Transcending Mortal Realm’s Great Circle.

For such a small village to have Martial Artists at the Transcending Mortal Realm’s Great Circle, Wyatt was also surprised.

It’s worth noting that in the Martial Dao Sacred Land, most ninth-ranked forces at best only have Martial Artists at the Transcending Mortal Realm’s Great Circle seated.

However, simultaneously, Wyatt could also sense that upon approaching the village, the Spiritual Energy became notably denser, indicating that beneath the village lay a Holy Stone mine.

With Wyatt’s current cultivation, he could easily perceive it to be a ninth-grade Holy Stone mine.

"As expected of Fletcher Kingdom, a mere border village could match a ninth-ranked force."

Wyatt sighed inwardly in admiration.

And hearing Wyatt’s words, the two middle-aged men’s expressions softened significantly but still cautiously asked, "Where are you heading?"

"To the Capital City."

Wyatt said.

"The Capital City?"

Upon hearing Wyatt’s words, the two middle-aged men were taken aback.

It’s important to know that not all Martial Artists or Taoist Cultivators dare to travel from here to the Capital City.

This is Fletcher Kingdom’s borderland, and from here to the Capital City is quite a long distance. Without sufficient strength, one truly wouldn’t dare venture to the Capital City alone.

After all, along this journey, there’s no telling how many notorious groups one might encounter.

"Hmm."

Wyatt nodded and smiled, "Could the two of you possibly guide me?"

For the two middle-aged men, it was merely a trivial matter. In a moment, they pointed to a direction, which was the northeast.

"Thank you both."

Wyatt smiled as he thanked them, preparing to leave.

Just then, a swift whistling of the wind came from afar, rushing aggressively, surprising Wyatt.

Of course, when Wyatt heard these sounds, the two middle-aged men didn’t hear them.

Wyatt looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of people marching over mightily, numbering at least dozens at first glance.

This group of people had a middle-aged man standing atop a savage beast leading them.

The middle-aged man had a full face of bristles, standing atop a savage beast resembling a giant lion, looking valiant.

"The leader is at the Mid Saint Realm... That savage beast is at the Initial Saint Realm. As for the remaining dozens, the weakest are at Mid Transcending Mortal Realm... They seem to be heading for this village, but who exactly are they?"

Activating the ’Heavenly Eye’, Wyatt quickly assessed the cultivation levels of the group.

To him, these people were insignificant.

So, he chose not to avoid them.

Moreover, these people were clearly targeting the village in front of him. If he were merely passing by, he might not care about this affair.

However, now, he owed a favor to two villagers.

Leaving at this moment felt somewhat unjustifiable. freewёbnoνel.com

At the same time, Wyatt noticed the two middle-aged men’s faces were becoming grave.

"Haha... Aren’t the young and old of Bowman Village coming out to greet us?"

With a loud laugh from the bristled middle-aged leader, the group he brought stopped in the air outside the village, like a dark cloud pressing on the city, blocking out the sunlight over a large area outside the village.

"Hmm?"

Initially thinking the notorious group was coming to massacre the village, Wyatt was stunned seeing this spectacle.

Judging by the tone of the bristled middle-aged man, he seemed to be ’acquainted’ with the villagers here?

"They are a notorious group along the southern border of Fletcher Kingdom, comparable to ’eighth-ranked forces’. They come to our village periodically to collect a large amount of Holy Stones as a ’protection fee’."

Seemingly noticing Wyatt’s confusion, one of the middle-aged men said to Wyatt with a bitter smile through sound transmission.

Wyatt Barnes suddenly understood.

If that’s the case, he didn’t need to intervene.

This village, even if comparable to a Nine Stream Power, without a ’backer’ in the Fletcher Kingdom, could still easily be destroyed.

Perhaps, with the protection of a gang rivaling an Eight Stream Power, it could exist a little longer.

This is the law of survival.

At the same time, Wyatt Barnes saw yet another group of people flying out of the village, led by an elderly man in green clothes.

The old man looked helpless, but he still forced a smile onto his face.

"Third Family Head, this is our Bowman Village’s ’protection fee’ for this year."

In front of the bearded middle-aged man, the old man showed a humble attitude and handed over a Storage Ring.

The bearded middle-aged man reached out to catch it, confirmed its contents, and grinned, "The amount is correct! Old Man Bowman, see you next year."

Saying this, the bearded middle-aged man turned the head of the Savage Beast beneath him, ready to lead his people away.

Just as Wyatt Barnes and a group of people from Bowman Village were preparing to watch the bearded middle-aged man leave, Wyatt noticed one of the two old men following closely behind suddenly fix his gaze on Wyatt, his eyes lighting up.

The next moment, he saw the old man look at the bearded middle-aged man.

Instantly, Wyatt faintly sensed something was wrong and couldn’t help but furrow his brows.

At this moment, the bearded middle-aged man also turned the head of the Savage Beast beneath him back around, his gaze landing on Wyatt first.

"You’re not from Bowman Village?"

The bearded middle-aged man asked Wyatt sternly, his eyes sharp as lightning.

Meanwhile, the eyes of the gang members behind the bearded middle-aged man and those from Bowman Village also focused on Wyatt.

The village chief of Bowman Village, the elderly man in green, furrowed his brows tighter.

"I..."

Wyatt had just started to say that he wasn’t from Bowman Village, but was interrupted.

"Third Family Head, this person is indeed from Bowman Village, he just rarely comes out in the public eye."

After learning from two middle-aged men from the village that Wyatt was merely a passerby asking for directions, the chief developed some sympathy and promptly spoke up to the bearded middle-aged man.

At that moment, Wyatt heard the village chief’s voice in his ear, "Young man, they are not easy to deal with, just pretend to be one of us from Bowman Village."

Hearing the chief’s words, Wyatt, though unafraid of the bandits, felt a sense of warmth and chose not to contradict the chief’s words by staying silent.

After all, the chief meant well.

"Old Man Bowman, you think I, Third Weber, am blind? Can a person of such bearing come from your Bowman Village?"

The bearded middle-aged man sneered.

Upon hearing this, the village chief was silenced and couldn’t help but take a serious look at Wyatt. He realized Wyatt had an extraordinary demeanor, clearly not someone from a small village.

"Old Man Bowman, I can pretend not to have heard what you said. Now, I want to hear you say it again. Is he from your Bowman Village? Let me remind you, you better think carefully before answering... You surely know the consequences of lying to me!"

The bearded middle-aged man continued to sneer.

For a moment, cold sweat dripped down the village chief’s forehead, and he could only cast an apologetic glance towards Wyatt.

At this point, he naturally didn’t dare to speak up for Wyatt anymore.

Wyatt understood the village chief’s plight and gave him a reassuring smile, then turned to face the bearded middle-aged man and said calmly, "Your eyesight is not bad; I’m indeed not from Bowman Village. I’m just a passerby who stopped by to ask for directions."

"I thought so, how could someone of your bearing be from Bowman Village?"

The bearded middle-aged man bore an expression of ’as expected’ and then looked Wyatt over dismissively, saying, "Today, I’m in a good mood, and I don’t wish to see blood... Hand over your Storage Ring and scram!"

"In a good mood? Don’t want to see blood?"

Wyatt laughed at the bearded middle-aged man’s words, "From your tone, it sounds like you’ve already decided my fate."

Without waiting for a response from the bearded middle-aged man, Wyatt swiftly left.

Of course, his speed wasn’t fast, maintaining only the level of someone who had just entered the Saint Realm.

Even so, while the bearded middle-aged man and his gang were momentarily stunned, Wyatt had already flown far away.

The direction Wyatt headed was northeast, towards the Capital City of Fletcher Kingdom.

"Insolent bastard!"

The bearded middle-aged man finally came back to his senses, his face instantly darkening, a murderous gleam in his eyes as he urged the Savage Beast beneath him to pursue Wyatt.

A large group of bandits followed in a mighty rush.

"That young man is doomed."

Seeing this, the people of Bowman Village sighed.

They could all see that the young man’s speed wasn’t very fast.

At least, he held no advantage in front of the bearded middle-aged man.

"Still too young and rash... What’s the harm in handing over the Storage Ring? Can something external truly be more important than one’s life?"

The village chief of Bowman Village sighed, having previously tried to secretly advise the young man, but his words were ignored, leaving him rather helpless.

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