A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6346

"Everyone's here, so I'll go over the situation as it stands." His voice was calm, but every word landed heavy.

Every eye in the room turned to Jared.

"Cloudrest is our last stronghold. The city walls are solid, and the wards are layered thick. It's easy to defend and hard to break. But we don't have enough fighters, and we don't have enough top cultivators. The Tribunal has 3 thousand celestial cultivators. They have the Tribunal Venerable. They also have five True Immortal Realm Level Eight pursuers who came down from the Sixteenth Firmament. We..."

He glanced at Gideon Blackthorn.

"We do have friends who escaped from the Sixteenth Firmament. But their injuries still haven't healed, and not many of them can fight."

Gideon Blackthorn rose to his feet and cupped his fist. "Jared, my young friend, is right. Our injuries may not be healed yet, but if the celestials come, we won't stand by and do nothing."

His voice came out rough, but it did not waver.

Behind him, the several dozen human cultivators all nodded, one after another, battle intent burning in their eyes.

Jared gave a small nod and went on. "So our strategy is defense, not attack. We hold Cloudrest and wait for my strength to break through."

He paused, and when he spoke again, his voice stayed level and firm.

"I need to break into the True Immortal Realm."

The Council Hall went quiet.

Everyone there knew Jared was right.

Only his chaotic force could suppress the celestials' holy radiance. Only he could stand against the Tribunal Venerable.

If he failed to break through, Cloudrest would not hold.

"What do you need?" Hadrian Wolfhowe was the first to speak.

His voice boomed so hard the teacups on the table gave a faint tremble.

"Resources."

Jared said, "crystals, healing elixirs, spirit herbs—anything that can raise cultivation."

Jared knew exactly what his cultivation level needed to rise: an ocean of resources.

Hadrian Wolfhowe pushed to his feet. "All the resources of the Skywolf Tribe. Every last bit of them goes to you."

He pulled out a Storage Ring from his robe and set it on the table.

The Storage Ring was old, its surface worn over with scratches. But what it held inside was the Skywolf Tribe's savings from thousands of years.

Lydia rose too. "Everything Moonshade Realm has, it's yours."

She took out a black Storage Ring and set it on the table.

That was the last of Moonshade Realm's foundation.

The Ghost Clan had been hunted for thousands of years. There wasn't much left to begin with.

Lydia still didn't hesitate.

Malachy gave a small nod. "Shadow Hall's resources, too. You can have them."

He drew a silver-white Storage Ring from his sleeve and placed it on the table.

His fingers stayed on the ring for a brief moment.

That ring carried Shadow Hall's accumulation over ten thousand years.

But he knew that if they couldn't hold the line, there was no point keeping any of it.

Windclear let out a breath. "The Wandering Cultivators Alliance is poor, but whatever we can bring out, we'll bring out."

He took a green Storage Ring from his robe and placed it on the table.

Most of the Alliance's disciples were wandering cultivators with nowhere else to go.

They had no real savings to speak of.

Even so, Windclear had turned the Alliance's treasury upside down to gather everything he could.

Gwendolyn didn't say a word.

She only took a Storage Ring from her sleeve and placed it on the table.

That was all the Frosthall had.

It had been scraped together from the disciples whose bloodlines had awakened.

Her fingers brushed lightly across the ring.

Something passed through her eyes, quick and hard to name.

The Frosthall had only just been rebuilt.

It had nothing.

These resources were what she'd saved up little by little.

But she knew too that if they couldn't hold the city, then the Frosthall was truly finished.

Jared looked at the Storage Rings on the table and said nothing for a moment.

His gaze moved from one ring to the next.

Something surged up in his chest, too tangled to put into words.

These resources were the savings those factions had built up over thousands, even tens of thousands, of years.

They had placed all their hope on him.

"Thank you."

His voice was quiet, but it landed like a weight.

He picked up the Storage Ring, turned, and walked out of the Council Hall.

Jared found a hidden chamber beneath Cloudrest.

The hidden chamber wasn't large, only a few yards across.

But the walls were thick, the wards were tight, and it was quiet enough.

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