The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6614

Ashford Hollow's mountain gate stood open beneath the last light of sunset, golden radiance spilling across the flagstone archway and setting the four characters of "Ashford Hollow" aglow.

Two lines of disciples who had remained behind stood just inside the gate, one on each side, each holding an azure lantern as they welcomed their Chief Preceptor home in triumph.

The flames inside the lanterns swayed gently in the evening wind, washing the golden sunset in a layer of blue-green light.

It looked as if the entire mountain gate had lit victory lamps for the warriors returning home.

Jared passed beneath the archway and stepped onto the flagstone avenue. On both sides, spirit trees hung heavy with fruit in every color, swaying softly in the evening breeze and filling the air with a tempting sweetness.

Under the sunset, the spirit fruit looked even more vivid—red as fire, purple as gemstones, gold as amber—turning the whole avenue into a ribbon of color that seemed to lead straight into a fairyland.

The three hundred disciples filed in behind him, their blue-green robes gleaming faintly in the fading light, their longswords tapping lightly at their hips with clear, chiming notes.

They looked exhausted, but their eyes burned with excitement.

They had crushed the Ember God Palace—the number one power in the Eighteenth Firmament.

Thousands of the Ember God Palace's disciples had been killed. Dozens of elders had died in battle. And Aurelius Embercrown, the palace master himself, had fallen beneath Jared's sword.

A victory like that was enough to be written into the history of the Aureate Way.

Master Alaric Vale walked at Jared's side, white hair and beard stirring in the evening wind. There was satisfaction in his old eyes, and he wasn't even trying to hide it.

"Mr. Chance, after the battle with the Ember God Palace, Ashford Hollow's name has shaken the entire Eighteenth Firmament. From this day forward, no one will dare look down on us again."

Jared nodded.

His violet eyes stayed utterly still.

"Master, how's the inventory coming along?"

Master Alaric Vale drew a jade slip from his sleeve and handed it over.

"The Ember God Palace's accumulation over tens of thousands of years is all in there. We have crystals in the hundreds of millions, millions of elixirs, thousands of arcane implements, tens of thousands of technique scrolls, and spirit materials piled high as mountains.

"And that's on top of what we took from the Hall of Radiance before. The wealth we control now has already surpassed everything Ashford Hollow amassed over tens of thousands of years."

Jared took the jade slip and sent his spirit sense into it, skimming through the contents in moments.

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, a small curve of satisfaction.

"Good. With these resources, we can raise a group of Golden Immortal Level Four experts—maybe even Level Five."

Master Alaric Vale's eyes lit up.

"You mean..."

"Seclusion."

Jared's voice remained calm. "Everyone goes into seclusion. Every disciple of Ashford Hollow at True Immortal Realm Level Nine will take elixirs and break through into the Golden Immortal Realm. Everyone below Golden Immortal Level Three will push past it. In the shortest time possible, I want Ashford Hollow to have a truly elite force."

Master Alaric Vale drew in a deep breath.

A fierce, burning light flashed through his aged eyes.

"Good! I'll make the arrangements at once!"

Master Alaric Vale turned and strode away, moving much faster than usual, more like a young man than an old wayfarer-priest who had lived for tens of thousands of years.

Jared passed through the main hall, crossed the corridor, and made his way to the courtyard residence where Gwendolyn cultivated.

The courtyard was silent.

Only the rustle of bamboo leaves moved through the evening wind.

The moon had only just risen, silver light spilling through the bamboo grove and draping the whole place in a pale, luminous glow.

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