A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6307

Its heat ran high enough to melt the protective spiritual power of a True Immortal Realm cultivator, yet inside his spirit well it stayed utterly quiet, like a sleeping phoenix.

Jared drew his spirit sense back from the spirit well and turned his attention to his meridians instead.

Chaotic force flowed through his meridians like streams of purple rivers.

Wherever it passed, the tiny cracks along the meridian walls were repaired one by one.

Under the steady nourishment of chaotic force, his body kept growing tougher and stronger.

The power packed into his flesh alone was enough to let him tear apart a True Immortal Realm Level Five enemy with his bare hands.

Then his attention settled on the Dragonslayer Sword.

The sword lay right beside him. Its scabbard looked plain and ancient, and several fine cracks ran across the blade.

Those were scars left behind by the spatial storm.

Jared reached out, wrapped his hand around the hilt, and sent a thread of chaotic force into the blade.

Violet radiance ran from the hilt into the sword and stopped at the cracks.

Under the nourishment of that chaotic force, the cracks actually began to heal.

The change came painfully slow, so slow it was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye, but they were healing.

Something shifted in Jared's gaze.

The Dragonslayer Sword had followed him for years, from the mundane world all the way to the celestial realm, through battle after battle, until the wounds on its blade had long since become too many to count.

He had always taken those scars as permanent. He hadn't expected chaotic force to be able to repair it.

He poured more chaotic force into the sword.

Violet radiance swallowed the entire blade, and the cracks across its surface began healing at a speed the eye could clearly follow.

One crack, then another, then a third...

In less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, more than half of those fine fractures were gone.

The larger cracks were shrinking too. They still hadn't fully closed, but the blade already looked far better than before.

A low hum rose from the sword, as if it were answering its master's power.

Jared opened his eyes and looked at the Dragonslayer Sword in his hand.

The corner of his mouth lifted.

As Jared's power kept flowing into the Dragonslayer Sword, a flash of light burst out, and Clara stepped from within the blade.

"Master..." Clara called out the moment she saw him, her whole face lit up.

Looking at Clara's soft, delicate appearance, Jared's expression brightened too.

"Clara, how's your body doing?" Jared asked at once.

"I'm not completely recovered, but I can still serve you, master."

Color rushed into Clara's face.

Jared knew exactly what she meant.

He grabbed Clara in one pull and pinned her beneath him.

It had been a long time since Clara had felt this kind of sensation.

Jared had been too rough, and Clara's body was still carrying injuries. By the time it was over, the color in her face had turned bad.

Jared brushed her cheek with a careful hand. "Don't leave the Dragonslayer Sword so easily again."

"Once this is done, I'll help you recover properly. When you're fully healed, it'll still be plenty soon enough for you to serve me again."

Clara nodded. "I just couldn't bear watching master stay there by himself. I know master can't go without a woman at his side to serve him. Otherwise, master will go crazy."

That pulled a flush onto Jared's face. "It's not that serious. It's only been a few days since I did anything. I'm not going crazy over it..."

Clara smiled and returned to the Dragonslayer Sword.

Jared laid the sword across his knees and kept circulating his chaotic force.

Violet radiance moved through the stone hall, throwing the Ghost Clan runes on the walls in and out of dim light.

In the stone hall next door, Gwendolyn hadn't slept either.

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