A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5877

"I'm from level ten," Jared began, voice calm but measured. "A wandering cultivator, beholden to no formal master. I came to Crimson Flame City in search of Jadeheart Marrow to save someone. Guard duty offers coin, and more importantly, a path into the Earthfire Pavilion's records where clues to the location of Jadeheart Marrow might lie."

He revealed enough to satisfy courtesy, yet kept the darker truth—the lethal hunt launched by the Malevolent Path Hall—locked firmly behind his eyes.

"Jadeheart Marrow?" Lindsay exclaimed. "That's something spoken of only in legends, found in the deepest reaches of the Infernal Lava Abyss—only a single drop forms every ten thousand years. Who are you trying to save? Why do you need something so valuable and rare?"

"It's the partner of a respected senior of mine," Jared said softly. "Her physical body is on the verge of decay, so we need this item to anchor her life force."

"Oh..."

A thoughtful hush quickly settled over the princess. When she lifted her gaze again, respect glimmered there. "Loyal and tender-hearted—remarkable. However, I must tell you that Jadeheart Marrow is exceedingly rare. Even the Earthfire Pavilion only possesses a few leads regarding the Infernal Lava Abyss—we have no ready stock. If you want to obtain it, it will be extremely difficult."

"No matter how difficult it is, I must still give it a try," Jared replied, steadiness ringing through every syllable.

For several heartbeats, Lindsay studied him, then her lips curved into a mischievous grin. "You're an interesting one. Very well—out of sheer admiration for such sincerity, I might petition Father on your behalf. But there is a price..."

She winked, playful as a spark skimming oil. "You have to keep me company on this entire journey. Tell me every tale the greater world hides. I've been caged inside the pavilion walls since childhood, and boredom may yet kill me before any foe does."

A laugh escaped Jared before he could restrain it, light and genuine.

For all her rank, the princess proved refreshingly direct—almost endearingly so.

"If Your Highness can endure my boring tales, I would be honored to oblige."

He realized, with a ripple of amusement, that part of him looked forward to the game.

From that day on, Lindsay sought him out whenever opportunity flickered.

Sometimes, a maid invited Jared up to the velvet-draped carriage; at other stops, Lindsay darted away from the royal retinue to sit beside Jared and Vermilion Demon Lord under the shade of a lone basalt spire.

Her curiosity blazed hotter than any forge. The saga of Jared's climb from level ten to level eleven drew gasp after delighted gasp.

"Is the Eternal Ice Plains in level ten really that cold? Is it colder than our Frostbite Cave? Is the Northern Abyss Celestial Clan really that arrogant? What do they look like? And how on earth did you defeat a Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Eight celestial general?"

Jared answered what he could, letting silence paint over the secrets better left unspoken.

Even the half-told stories left Lindsay wide-eyed, exclaiming, sighing, sometimes simply staring at him as though he were the very horizon she longed to cross.

Meanwhile, Jared gleaned much about the Blaze Region and the Earthfire Pavilion from her eager chatter.

The pavilion—one of the Blaze Region's twin titans—was famed for alchemy and blacksmithing, its power braided through three great halls: Pill Hall, Forge Hall, and Combat Hall.

Lindsay's father, Ignatius Flameheart, stood atop both titles and cultivation—a Top Level Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Nine cultivator and among level eleven's foremost alchemy masters.

From the moment Lindsay could walk, flames answered her touch. The court seers proclaimed a prodigy, and so the royal wards rose around her—layers of silken guards, enchanted palanquins, and rules that barred even a single unsupervised step beyond the walls.

"Father keeps insisting the outside world is dangerous, so I'm never allowed out," Lindsay uttered, cheeks red and puffed. "If I hadn't begged for days—and if Mr. Ferdinand hadn't vouched for me—I wouldn't be here at all. Yet even now I'm stuck inside this swaying carriage, going nowhere. It's enough to bore me to death!"

Jared offered a soothing smile. "Your father only wants you safe. Flame Gorge truly crawls with danger. The Flame Dragon lurking there is viciously strong. A little caution never hurts."

Goodies? What could she possibly want to see? Dragonslayer Sword, Dragon Bell, Divine Bow, or Demon Flogger? Wait... Could she be referring to my...

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