Jared chance novel Chapter 6096

The arena stayed silent for a heartbeat, then erupted in thunderous shouts.

"Jared? That's Jared?!"

"The man who wrecked the Skyreach Path, slew the Grand Venerable, and turned Sacred Mountain upside down?!"

"The same Jared with a bounty of 50,000 bottles of celestial elixir?!"

"Heavens above! He actually dared to walk into Cloudhaven City?!"

The crowd boiled over.

Some people shrank back, others leaned in with shining eyes, a few clenched fists, and many exchanged restless glances; a bounty that large could tempt any heart.

Yet not a single person stepped forward.

The Four-Pillar Assessment just witnessed had laid Jared's true strength bare for all to see.

So what if he stood only at High Immortal Realm Level One?

A man who could split a testing pillar with one punch and carry the Golden Dragon Bloodline was no ordinary Level One cultivator.

Dominic heard the name and his pupils tightened to pinpoints.

Jared!

So it was him after all.

The very fugitive the Celestial Palace wanted, the one with 50,000 bottles of celestial elixir on his head.

His stare narrowed; guarded edges, open hostility, and a thin, sharp chill overlapped in his eyes.

Vivian, by contrast, seemed deaf to the uproar. Her gaze stayed fixed on Jared, bright ripples dancing in her eyes.

"Jared…"

She murmured the name, lips lifting. "A fine name."

She stepped forward, raised a slender hand, and offered a polite invitation.

"Master Chance, the Four-Pillar Assessment is complete. By our rules, you may return to Chance Manor with me for the second trial."

She paused, shifted her eyes to Dominic, and though her voice remained cool, a shade of courtesy slipped in.

"Lord Wagner, please join us as well. The second trial requires both of you."

A faint stiffness tugged at Dominic's expression.

He glanced at Vivian, then at Jared, a dim shadow sliding through his gaze.

Yet in the space of a single breath he gathered himself again. Composure slipped back over his features, and he gave a small, unhurried nod.

"I am honored."

The curve of his lips stayed in place, but every angle of it looked forced.

Vivian offered no reply. She simply turned and headed for the Eight-Treasure Crystal Palanquin.

Just before stepping inside, she glanced over her shoulder at Jared and spoke in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Master Chance, please."

Jared acknowledged with a nod, though he did not mount the palanquin at once.

He faced the stands, swept his eyes across the crowd, and quickly located Luther and Grace.

Both of them were staring his way, tension written into their stance.

Jared walked over and said under his breath, "Wait here. I'm paying a visit to the Chance Family."

Luther blurted out, "Mr. Chance, you really mean to go? What if—"

"No harm."

Jared's tone stayed level. "I know my limits. Find an inn, settle in, and wait for word."

Luther still wanted to argue, but Grace tugged his sleeve and murmured, "Since Sir has decided, we'll wait."

She looked at Jared, a gentle warning in her gaze. "Be careful, Sir."

Jared inclined his head and turned toward the palanquin.

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