The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6323

It was a strange feeling.

Rowan felt the blood in his body surging hot, his bones trembling, his meridians stretching wider and wider.

A power he had never touched before came rushing out of the deepest part of his bloodline, as some sleeping dragon had finally opened its eyes.

His cultivation started breaking through—first the peak of True Immortal Realm Level One, then True Immortal Realm Level Two.

He opened his eyes, and tears were already shining in them.

"Palace Mistress... Mr. Chance... I have no way to repay this kindness."

Gwendolyn shook her head. "No need to repay anything. The Frost Deity Branch was one family to begin with."

Rowan rose to his feet and gave a deeply respectful bow.

Then he asked, "Hall Master, in our Frost Deity Branch... how many people are left?"

Gwendolyn went quiet for a moment. "Right now, there's only you, me, and Jared. But Jared isn't from the Frost Deity Branch. He just... carries the Ice God Bloodline."

She glanced at Jared, and something hard to name flickered across her eyes.

"But we're looking."

She went on, "There are others in the Fifteenth Firmament who carry the Ice God Bloodline. We'll find them one by one. We'll awaken them, and we'll help the Frost Deity Branch stand back up."

Light came into Rowan's eyes.

"Palace Mistress, I know one person," he said. "A young man lives on the western side of town. His name is Colden. He's my grandnephew. His bloodline is stronger than mine, and his cultivation is higher, too. But he doesn't know where he came from. All this time, he's thought he was just an ordinary human wandering cultivator."

Gwendolyn's eyes lit up, too.

"Take us there."

Colden lived on the western side of Frostwind Hollow, in a stone hut even smaller than Rowan's.

He was a young man, looking like he was in his twenties, though in truth, he was already more than 500 years old.

His cultivation was at True Immortal Realm Level Three, which counted as pretty solid for a wandering cultivator.

His features were cold and sharp, and he rarely spoke. Most days, he made his living hunting demon beasts out on the Wastelands.

When Rowan brought Jared and the other two to Colden's place, Colden was in the courtyard, grinding a bone knife.

The moment Colden saw Rowan, he set the bone knife down and rose to his feet.

"Uncle, what brings you here?"

"Colden, I brought guests to see you."

Rowan's face was split with a grin. "This is Palace Mistress Gwendolyn of the Frost Deity Branch. This is Jared."

Colden's pupils tightened, just a fraction.

Of course he knew Jared's name.

The Pyre Chasm. Thunderpeak. Soul Abyss.

For days now, the entire Fifteenth Firmament had been passing that name around.

What he hadn't expected was to see that legendary figure standing right in front of him.

"Greetings, Mr. Chance. Greetings, Lady Frost." He cupped his fist in salute, his tone level and steady.

Gwendolyn looked at him.

Something approving passed through her eyes.

"The Ice God Bloodline is in you. Your bloodline concentration is far higher than your uncle's. If it awakens, your cultivation can rise to at least True Immortal Realm Level Four."

Colden said nothing for a moment.

"And then?"

Gwendolyn paused. "And then?"

"After it awakens, what exactly am I supposed to do?" Colden's voice stayed even. "Risk my life for you? Risk it for the Frost Deity Branch?"

Gwendolyn looked at him and let the silence sit for a moment.

"No."

"After it awakens, you can do whatever you want," Gwendolyn said, shaking her head. "The Frost Deity Branch doesn't force anyone."

"I only want you to know that you are not alone. The bloodline flowing through you has a name, a history, and a past worth being proud of."

Colden stood there in silence for a long time.

Then he smiled.

It was a faint smile, but a glint had appeared in his eyes.

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