Jared chance novel Chapter 6269

Jared gave a crooked smile. "I told you. I'm just an ordinary wandering cultivator."

Back in Stoneford Village in the Ethereal Realm, Jared had already carried those three powers inside him.

And the three of them had already fused into the threefold force.

He just hadn't paid it much attention.

He'd assumed anyone could have that kind of power.

"An ordinary wandering cultivator?"

Gwendolyn let out a cold laugh. "A normal wandering cultivator could carry the power of the Draconians and the demons in the same body without exploding and dying? A normal wandering cultivator could possess chaotic force? A normal wandering cultivator in the High Immortal Realm could fight with strength comparable to the True Immortal Realm?"

One question after another came at Jared so fast he had nothing to say.

Gwendolyn drew in a long breath, sat back down, and looked at him with a gaze that wouldn't settle into any one thing.

"Your body can contain any bloodline and any kind of power. There won't be the slightest bloodline rejection. That means you can fuse every bloodline in heaven and earth. Celestial bloodlines, demon bloodlines, Draconian bloodlines, even bloodlines older and stronger than those. None of them would clash inside you."

Her voice dropped lower, carrying a kind of gravity Jared had never heard from her before.

"Jared, do you know what that means?"

Jared shook his head.

"It means you're the most perfect bloodline vessel in this world," Gwendolyn said, each word landing hard. "There is no second one."

Silence settled over the stone chamber.

Jared sat there with Gwendolyn's words pressing down on him, turning over one after another inside his head.

He had always treated his Golden Dragon Bloodline as his greatest trump card.

But now it looked like the real trump card was the chaotic force he himself had never truly understood.

"So what?" he asked evenly.

Gwendolyn looked at him and stayed quiet for a long time.

Then she made a move Jared never saw coming.

She rose, walked over to him, and slowly knelt down in front of him.

Her white robe spread across the cold stone floor like a white lotus blooming on snow.

She lifted her head and looked straight at Jared with those deep, star-dark eyes. There was a plea in them. Resolve too. And a thin, unguarded fragility he had never seen from her before.

"Jared, I have a request."

The move caught Jared so hard he jumped, and he reached for her on instinct, trying to pull her up.

"What are you doing? Get up and say it."

"Listen to me first."

Gwendolyn pressed a hand over his, and her tone did not waver.

She drew in a slow breath.

When she spoke again, her voice dropped so low it was almost a whisper.

"I am the last heir of the Frost Deity Branch. By my generation, the Frost Deity Branch's bloodline has already weakened to the brink.

"If I still can't find a way to strengthen the bloodline, the Frost Deity Branch will disappear completely. I guarded this lake, this tree, for ten thousand years. Not to watch the Frost Deity Branch end in my hands."

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