The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6090

Jared waved the apology aside. "Save the self-blame. You just saved Luther and me; we should be thanking you."

Grace blinked. "I saved my Benefactor?"

He smiled thinly. "Without your trouble we'd never have crossed paths."

His tone lightened. "Otherwise we'd still be wandering these hills like headless flies, with no idea where to find the Celestial Basilica."

The image cracked the tension; Grace let out a quick laugh, the shadow in her eyes easing.

Luther chuckled as well. "Mr. Chance is right. Miss Grace, forget the elixir for now. We'll earn what we need."

Grace inclined her head. "Via is willing to follow Benefactor to Cloudhaven City and explain the land along the way."

"Very well." Jared saw no reason to refuse.

Their figures turned to streaks of light and shot toward Cloudhaven's direction.

Three thousand miles meant barely an hour for High Immortal Realm cultivators.

During the flight, Grace laid out the Fourteenth Firmament's fundamentals for Jared and Luther.

She explained that thirty-six principal cities formed the framework, each main city overseeing dozens or even hundreds of small immortal towns.

Seven cities fell under the Celestial Palace, six under the Celestial Basilica, five under the Celestial Court, the remaining eighteen held by neutral factions and old bloodlines.

Cloudhaven ranked as a border city of moderate size where influence tangled and shifted.

Nominally it answered to the Celestial Palace, but their grip here was weak at best.

While they processed the facts, the mist ahead thinned, revealing a vast city that rose from cloud banks like a fortress.

Cloudhaven City.

Its walls climbed a hundred yards high, fashioned from blue-gold stones that gleamed beneath the sun.

Every hundred steps a watchtower pierced the wall, each crowned by a fist-sized luminous sphere ready to strip away stealth.

The gate itself soared nearly thirty yards tall, its panels carved with rolling-cloud peaks so lifelike they seemed to breathe.

Four armored sentries in gold stood to either side, each at High Immortal Realm Level Five, eyes sharp as hawks.

Grace spoke under her breath, "Entry costs one bottle of elixir per head and grants seven days inside. Long-term stay requires an identity token."

She reached for her jade vial, but Jared raised a hand to halt her.

"That won't be necessary."

He drew out a Storage Ring he had yet to inventory since level thirteen, courtesy of a slain Celestial Grand Venerable.

A quick sweep of divine sense revealed tools, pills, jade slips—plus a crystal flask holding roughly thirty bottles of pale-gold liquid.

Celestial elixir, without question.

Jared withdrew three bottles and placed them in Grace's hands. "Use these first."

Surprise flickered in her gaze. "Benefactor, how did you come by celestial elixir?"

Jared balanced the crystal vial between two fingers, shoulders loose, as though the story hardly mattered. His tone stayed flat. "I killed a Celestial Grand Venerable and picked this up on the way." The words left his mouth with the same weight someone else might give directions to the market.

Across from him, Grace's breath snagged. Her lips parted around a quick, involuntary gasp, the kind that yanked a chill into the chest before the mind could hide it.

A Celestial Grand Venerable stood above High Immortal Realm Level Eight—power second only to an Elder. That kind of title usually forced whole courts to bow.

She already knew—every wanted notice across the firmament screamed that Jared had ended such a monster—but reading a line of script was one thing, hearing the man himself say it like yesterday's weather was another.

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