The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6026

Clouds shredded around the Jade Phoenix beaks as the carriage tore forward.

Inside, Jared sat cross-legged, eyes closed.

He funneled Clive’s memories through his own channels, smoothing accent slips, matching the envoy’s cadence of breath. With every cycle of energy, his aura overlapped the disguise more tightly, seam by seam.

He left Jade Immortal Manor at dawn. By late morning the mountains ahead already breathed a sharper cold, proof the trip to Profound Ice Valley was never meant to be long.

Hours later a wall of white filled the skyline. Sheets of ancient ice and fresh powder hugged a vast gorge, its rim glittering like crushed starstone. Even inside the carriage Jared felt the breath in his lungs crystallize.

At the gorge mouth a straight line of figures waited, their robes stiff in the wind. Spears, banners, and glowing talismans formed a silent corridor.

At the front stood Master Frostmere, the Valley Master himself, draped in formal ice-silk. Behind him several elders and hand-picked core disciples held ceremonial staves, faces tightened by the cutting air and by expectation.

Once the watching crowd spotted the familiar Jade Phoenix carriage flanked by silver-armored celestial guards, spines straightened. Deferential smiles spread like fire beneath frost.

Snow crunched as the carriage settled. Master Frostmere strode forward, robe tails snapping.

"The whole Profound Ice Valley welcomes the honorable Envoy Clive! Your journey must have been arduous," he declared, bowing so low his forehead almost touched the ice.

Jared, wearing Clive’s proud mask, scarcely gave the Valley Master a glance. He tipped his chin a fraction, the tiniest nod, and let silence announce his superiority.

A curt hum slipped from his nose. Without waiting for a second invitation he followed the bowed Valley Master toward the grand hall, its walls hewn from single slabs of sky-blue ice that caught every stray beam of light.

As they advanced, disciples lined both sides, heads lowered. No one dared inhale loudly; awe and a thin layer of fear misted their eyes whenever the envoy’s boots clicked by.

The moment Jared crossed the threshold, the air plunged to bone-deep cold. The biting chill only polished the hall’s solemn splendor, pillars of frozen crystal soaring like cathedral columns.

At the center waited a translucent ice-marble table, its surface set with gem-bright spirit fruit and flasks of fragrant, frost-tinged immortal wine.

Master Frostmere pulled out the head chair and gestured. "Envoy, please take the main seat."

He kept his posture bent, fingers trembling slightly against the icy armrest, a picture of deference.

Jared lowered himself without ceremony, cloak spilling over the frosted chairback.

"Valley Master Frostmere, my time is limited. The tribute and the soul crystal—are they ready?" The words dropped with that unquestionable celestial weight.

"Ready, fully ready!" Master Frostmere blurted, nodding so fast the white tassels at his crown swayed.

At his signal two disciples hurried in, each carrying a frost-rimmed jade chest. A third bore a rune-laced frost-jade casket hugged close to his chest.

Lids lifted with soft clicks. Inside lay rows of top-grade ice-attribute spirit crystals, rare herbs, and glimmering ores, cold vapor curling upward like pale smoke.

The frost-jade casket opened last, revealing a single soul crystal marked B12-18. Blue light pulsed within, threads of icy mist swirling around a core of locked lament.

Jared’s senses brushed the offerings. Quantity and grade matched the records. The soul crystal’s frigid resentment pricked his own spirit, yet his expression stayed marble-still.

His knuckles rapped the ice table once. "Everything tallies. The tribute and the soul crystal travel with me." Not request—decree.

The simple statement left the air heavier; across the table Frostmere’s shoulders dipped another inch beneath weight he could not name.

"Yes, yes!" Master Frostmere exhaled, relief and tension tangling in the cloud of frost before his lips.

He motioned frantically; servants whisked the jade chests aside while he personally lifted the sealed frost-jade casket and set it before Jared with both hands.

Jared tucked the casket and the spatial rings into his sleeve with casual flicks, as though stamping paperwork.

But the real performance had only just begun, and Jared let the thought settle like a knife hidden beneath velvet.

Across the hall Frostmere caught Jared’s mood and flashed a quick look to an elder, the kind of glance merchants trade before unveiling premium stock.

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