A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6037

Julian’s gaze flickered beneath the jade lamp. Light slid over his irises, then vanished as he lowered his eyes and kept his mouth shut.

He did want to stand beside Jared against the celestials, yet the freshly issued Divine Punishment Warrant turned that hope into a cliff, the drop steeper with every heartbeat.

A faint ripple ran across the sealed chamber. Air wavered the way heat blurs stone at noon.

In that shiver of space, a gray figure condensed without a footstep or a breath, settling at the very center of the floor.

Jared had arrived.

"Jared!"

Rania burst forward and wrapped both arms around him, relief breaking her voice. She clung so hard that her shoulders trembled.

Jared patted her back, his palm steady and unhurried. "I’m fine," he said, voice warm enough to slow her shaking.

He lifted his eyes to Julian and Luther and gave a brief nod. "Manor Lord Jade."

Julian and Luther studied him in silence, their expressions tangled with caution, shock, and something like respect that refused to settle on any one shape.

The newcomer’s breath ran uneven, yet the force wrapped under his skin felt heavier, tighter, like magma sealed by a crust of stone that could crack at any time.

"Jared, you…" The words caught in Julian’s throat; for a moment he found no proper place to begin.

Jared loosened his hold on Rania and spoke as if stating weather. "The Five Venerables of the Divine Punishment Hall are gone. I also know about the Grand Venerable’s warrant."

Neither haste nor excitement colored the statement; the room might have been discussing a spilled cup of tea.

Julian drew a long breath through his nose. "Jared, do you realize how vast a hole you have pierced?"

"The celestials have ruled level thirteen beyond counting. No one has ever dared slap their face so openly, let alone cut down five Venerables in one stroke!"

"A Divine Punishment Warrant hasn’t appeared for a thousand years. Now the entire sky may hold no corner where you can set foot!"

Jared let a small smile curl. "Nowhere to stand? Then I carve a path with blood."

His voice stayed low, yet every syllable landed with the certainty of iron on an anvil.

Rania clutched his sleeve, tears shining. "Jared, don’t rush in! The Grand Venerable sits at Top Level High Immortal Realm Eight and may bring even harsher powers. Right now you can’t beat him!"

He met her eyes, gentleness softening their steel. "I know. I’m not walking to his door today."

Julian pressed, "Then where do you plan to go?"

Jared’s shoulders rose in a faint shrug. "Step by step. Level thirteen is wide enough; somewhere in it, a corner belongs to me."

Luther’s cloak rustled. "Mr. Jared, why don’t we head for the western region’s Myriad Monster Mountain Range?"

"The west?" Jared blinked, puzzled.

From their eastern seat, the central region lay between; to skirt that, they would have to swing past either the south or the north—tens of thousands of miles no matter the route.

He still could not see what chess move Luther intended.

Luther lowered his voice. "While cultivating recently, I sensed Ghost Clan energy in the Myriad Monster Range. Some of our kin still live."

"I’d like to try my luck there, and the mountains’ tangled terrain makes hiding from the celestials simpler."

A sharp light crossed Jared’s eyes. "Good. Then we go to the Myriad Monster Range."

"What?!" Julian and Rania blurted in perfect unison.

"Jared, are you insane?"

Rania’s words tumbled out. "That mountain range is chaos itself right now. The celestials are slaughtering the beast race—entering is walking into a meat grinder!"

Julian’s tone dropped a note lower. "Jared, the west truly is forbidden. The range is under strict celestial suppression."

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