A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6322

By the time Jared returned to Moonshade Realm with the Soulkindling Flame, Alaric and Lydia had already been waiting at the city gate for a full day.

When that golden flame lit up in the falling dusk, tears spilled out of Alaric's eyes all over again.

"The Soulkindling Flame... it really is the Soulkindling Flame..."

His voice shook. "The Reincarnation Core, the Soulkindling Flame—we have two now... only the last one is left..."

He took the Soulkindling Flame into his hands with extreme care, then turned and walked into the Council Hall, setting it beside the Reincarnation Core.

Under the glow of the moonstones, the two priceless treasures reflected off each other. The Reincarnation Core was black as night. The Soulkindling Flame blazed bright as day. One black, one gold, they looked like yin and yang meeting in one place.

Lydia stood beside Jared, looked at the faint weariness on his face, and asked softly, "Are you hurt?"

"No." Jared smiled. "Just a little tired."

He wasn't lying.

In the battle at Soul Abyss, he had killed the Frostwyrm Guardian and more than a hundred celestial cultivators. Chaotic force could suppress everything, but the drain on him had still been heavy.

On top of that, he had sat in front of the Verdant Crucible for 6 hours, controlling the flame with his spirit sense, stripping away impurities, and blending the medicinal properties.

Work that fine was far more exhausting than a fight.

"Then go get some rest." Lydia tugged lightly at his sleeve. "Lila's been waiting for you. She said she wants to hear you tell a story."

Jared thought of the little girl clutching her rag doll, and something warm rose through him.

He nodded and followed Lydia out of the Council Hall.

Behind them, Alaric still stood before the two treasures, murmuring under his breath, "One more... just one more..."

The next day, in the Council Hall.

Alaric spread out the map of the Fifteenth Firmament across the table and pointed to the location of the Tribunal.

"Mr. Chance, the Nether Lamp is in the Tribunal's treasury. The treasury is heavily guarded, and there's also an ancient ward on it. The Tribunal Venerable himself is a True Immortal Realm Level Eight—the strongest person in the Fifteenth Firmament. If we try to force our way in..."

He left the rest unsaid, but the meaning couldn't have been clearer.

Jared looked at the red mark on the map labeled "Tribunal" and said nothing for a moment.

"Not by forcing our way in."

Alaric was taken aback. "Then what do we do?"

"Set it aside for now."

Jared stood up and walked to the doorway, looking at the moonlight filtering through the black fog outside. "My strength still isn't enough. True Immortal Realm Level Eight—I can't beat that right now. If I force my way in and try to take it, it'll just be suicide."

Alaric opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

He knew Jared was telling the truth.

"Then what are you planning to do, Mr. Chance...?"

"Take care of something else first." Jared turned his head and looked at Gwendolyn, who was sitting in the corner. "Help Gwendolyn find the people of the Frost Deity Branch."

Gwendolyn's fingers moved slightly. She didn't speak, but a trace of hope flashed through her eyes.

Alaric nodded. "What kind of help do you need? The Moonshade Realm may be poor, but we still have people to spare."

"No need." Jared shook his head. "This isn't something we should make public. More people will only make it troublesome. Gwendolyn and I will be enough."

Lydia stood up. "I'm going too."

Jared looked at her. "Your injuries still haven't fully healed."

"They're almost healed."

Lydia raised an arm, black ghostly miasma swirling in her palm. "Besides, I'm the Ghost Clan Princess. I know more people in the Fifteenth Firmament than you do. I can help with finding people."

Jared was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"All right. You're coming too."

The corner of Lydia's mouth lifted slightly.

Jared, Gwendolyn, and Lydia left the Moonshade Realm and flew toward the southwestern reaches of the Nether Mountain Range.

Their first target was the five people with the Ice God Bloodline that Jared had sensed in the Pyre Chasm.

Jared had only managed to find the rough locations of those five people. They were all in gathering places for wandering cultivators around the Nether Mountain Range.

"How are you planning to persuade them?" Lydia asked.

Jared thought it over, then said, "We’ll see when we get there. If they’re willing to join the Frosthall, we take them with us. If they’re not..."

"Then we don’t force it," Gwendolyn said, picking up where he left off. "The Frost Deity Branch has never forced anyone. But I’ll make sure they know they’re not alone."

Lydia glanced at Gwendolyn and said nothing.

The three of them flew for about two days before they finally dropped down onto a wasteland.

There was a market town out there on the empty plain called Frostwind Hollow.

It wasn’t big. Just a few hundred households, most of them wandering cultivators.

The buildings in town were all piled stone, low and crude, and in the wind, they looked like they might come apart at any moment.

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