A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6027

"Let’s begin." His whisper fell like a stone into water, sending quiet ripples through the tower’s hush.

Jared folded his legs, spine straight, and drew the first verse of the Chaotic Scripture across his mind.

The chaotic force inside him rumbled in answer. He swallowed the three pills. Cool medicine burst open, streams of brightness threading into his meridians.

The chill soothed his spirit, yet each ribbon also fused with the churning gray energy, making the flow smoother, rounder, more obedient to his will.

Snippets of Clive’s training lore surfaced—fragmented diagrams, half-understood mantras. Jared sifted them one by one, discarding vanity, keeping the bones of power.

Every scrap he kept he measured against the chaos path, letting it sharpen what fit and grind away what did not.

Time inside the tower stretched, silent and thick.

Beyond the cavern walls only two hours crept by; within, several days drifted past Jared’s closed lids.

When the final draught of pill energy sank into his core, his aura drew tighter, darker, like a storm cloud packed with charge.

No breakthrough, yet his foundation felt like tempered steel, every fracture line hammered flat.

"Next stop." The single thought rang clean.

His eyes opened, light folding back behind the pupils.

He dismissed the tower, peeled away the woven wards, and stepped into the frigid passageway.

At the mouth Master Frostmere waited, breath pluming. "Did the envoy rest well? Anything else Valley can provide?"

Jared offered the barest nod. "Acceptable. I depart for the Sunfire Sect now. Conduct yourselves wisely."

"Safe travels, Envoy!" Frostmere bowed until his beard brushed the ice.

The whole Profound Ice Valley spilled into the courtyard, heads lowered while the Jade Phoenix carriage climbed the sky. Once the speck vanished, collective shoulders loosened; invisible sweat was wiped from unseen brows.

The next destination lay ahead: the Sunfire Sect.

The landscape flipped from white to burning red. Rivers of magma pulsed beneath cracked stone, and heat shimmered over jagged peaks.

Sect Master Blaze Redflame—a barrel-chested man with a face the color of hot coals—met Jared with a sheepish grin that trembled around the edges.

Ceremony matched the valley’s: trumpets, bows, forced smiles, fear hiding in every throat.

Jared inspected the offerings. Upper-grade crystals, a ledger, and the B12-22 Soul Crystal, its molten aura licking at the jade seals.

Then came the private tribute.

Blaze presented three stalks of Earthfire Blood Coral and a jug of Flamefire Immortal Brew, heat rolling from both like breath from a furnace.

"I heard, Envoy, that you were troubled back at the Jade Immortal Manor…" Blaze’s words tiptoed out while he pushed the gifts forward, sweat already beading along his hairline.

Heat haze shimmers over the obsidian tiles as Master Redflame steps closer, both hands steady yet tense around a narrow jade tray.

He keeps his eyes lowered while he whispers, "A few humble items, honored envoy. They might soothe your mind and anchor your spirit, strengthen your realm."

Jared lets a cold snort scrape his throat, the sound sharp as iron on stone.

He sweeps the tray into his sleeve without a glance, allowing his face to darken another shade, the look of a man recently ambushed and still seething.

The sect master flinches, sweat blooming along his temples. "Please, Envoy, set your mind at ease. Sunfire Sect has never failed its tribute."

"We have readied the safest chamber for your seclusion," he adds, voice dropping, "No outsider will come within ten walls."

The offer of dancers hovers unsaid, floating like smoke in the heated hall.

Catching Jared’s grim expression, Master Redflame merely bows deeper, a faint gesture of invitation that promises women on a nod, yet holds the words behind clenched teeth.

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