The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6028

He guides the Jade Phoenix carriage toward distant spires veiled in pale gold light, the air thickening with divine oppression the closer he comes.

Several thousand miles out, he dismisses the carriage into its token, letting silence replace rumbling wheels.

The silver-armored puppet escorts have served their purpose; a flicked wrist shatters their cores, bodies collapsing into dull metal before vanishing into his ring.

Jared lifted off on a thin ribbon of light, the night air scraping across his cheeks.

He arrowed toward the Divine Punishment Hall complex, its towering silhouette drowned in a wash of pale gold.

Each mile he closed, the pressure pouring from the celestials’ domain pressed harder on his bones.

The weight wasn’t physical; it was authority made solid, a reminder that one wrong breath could get him shredded.

From this distance the complex lounged like a sleeping beast, thick fumes of divine intent rolling from every eave.

The stench of power crawled over his skin and tried to dig in.

Spiked roofs and arching spires lined up in patterns he couldn’t fully track, yet his gut felt the design snap into place.

An array that blanketed miles hummed in time with the world itself, every tremor echoing through the soles of his boots.

A chill pricked the base of his neck, but his face stayed locked in Mr. Clive’s usual aloof smirk, shadowed by recent "wounds".

Inside, he cinched the ripple of chaotic force until not a spark leaked.

What filtered out matched Clive’s divine signature exactly, a trick he’d torn out of the envoy’s mind with the Soulsearch Technique.

It wasn’t perfect—nothing could fake a full celestial brand—but almost no checkpoint was built for "almost."

He coasted to the vast front gate.

Two Divine Guards in gold plate stood statue-still, their auras spiking at high third-tier Upper Immortal, bright as twin suns.

Their eyes swept every traveler like blades, cold, bored, certain of their own place at the top.

Jared’s boots hadn’t touched the landing stone before the left Divine Guard, a face chiseled from granite, stepped forward.

"Halt. Identify yourself." His shout snapped like iron striking ice.

Jared dismissed the flight light and slid into Clive’s ingratiating grin.

"Esteemed guards, you work hard. Envoy Clive Cloud, returning from the eastern region with the latest collections, ready to report to the venerable one."

As he spoke, he produced Clive’s envoy token and two other personal seals, holding them between relaxed fingers.

The guard took the token, injected a thread of divine power, then studied Jared’s features with an accountant’s patience.

After a breath he nodded and handed the token back.

"Identity confirmed. Enter. Venerable Glacier is in the side hall."

Relief flickered through Jared’s chest; he shifted his weight to move past the gate.

"Hold." The single word cracked behind him like a reins tug.

The right Divine Guard, silent until now, let his sharper gaze finally settle on Jared.

His eyes scraped down Jared’s robes, lingering where a record slip should have been.

"Mr. Clive, why wasn’t the collection log sent ahead through the transmission array? Protocol demands immediate transmission."

A needle of ice tapped Jared’s spine.

Clive’s memories had warned him of this rule, though enforcement was spotty.

He bowed deeper, face flushing just enough.

"Reporting, sir—the trip was ambushed at Jade Immortal Manor. My Messaging Jade Slip was ruined in the fight."

"The attackers shadowed me afterward, so I rushed the remaining pickups and couldn’t reforge the link. I meant to detail everything to the venerable personally."

"Ambushed?" The question cut short and flat.

The two guards traded a look, suspicion sliding into place.

"Open your storage pouch. I’ll count the offerings and the soul crystals myself. No entry until numbers match."

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