A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6456

By evening on the third day, the setting sun had slanted low, and dusk gathered from every side.

"Jared held onto the last thread of strength he had and descended onto the hillock.

He meant to rest there for a short while, to gather whatever little power remained, even if it was only for a moment."

"His mind had gone hazy.

His sight blurred at the edges. He had already reached the end of the line."

"Just as that last road seemed to vanish beneath him, clear footsteps suddenly reached his ears.

They came steady and orderly, moving straight toward the hillock."

Someone was there.

A living, breathing cultivator.

"Jared's soul gave a slight jolt.

His awareness sharpened by a few degrees at once. A faint chance lit in the dark, and he hurried to lift his gaze."

"On a winding path in the distance, a young cultivator in a plain gray daoist robe walked slowly toward him.

His features were clean and gentle, his age a little over twenty, and there was something steady and unclouded about him."

"His cultivation held firmly at the peak of True Immortal Realm Level Nine.

He stood only one step from Golden Immortal. His foundation was solid, and his aura carried the clean weight of a righteous path."

"The cultivator held the weathered Brazen Soulglass in both hands.

Faint spiritual light flowed over the mirror's surface, its dim glow sweeping across the four directions as he searched along the way for strange signs in the world and traces of spirit fluctuations. He was clearly a disciple sent out by an order for duty, training, and patrol through the Wastelands."

"As the young cultivator drew closer, the spiritual light on the mirror suddenly flared hard.

The glow surged, locked precisely onto Jared's violet soul atop the hillock, and showed an unmistakable reaction."

"The cultivator's steps stopped cold.

His face shifted as he followed the mirror's guidance and quickly came forward. His gaze landed on the floating violet light, and doubt crowded his expression as he murmured under his breath, ""In the depths of the Wastelands, where there isn't a soul around, a whole True Immortal soul appears out of nowhere?"""

"The laws of the Seventeenth Firmament were violent enough to erode and scatter an ordinary spirit in moments. How could this soul survive here on its own? Strange. Truly strange."

"Curiosity pulled him in.

He crouched down and studied the violet soul closely, then reached out as if to touch it and probe what lay behind it."

"But the instant his fingertips came near, the Aureate Codex's protective golden radiance lit on its own.

A soft yet forceful rebound burst outward and knocked his fingers away, cutting off his probe and allowing no contact."

"The surprise in the young cultivator's eyes deepened.

Then a trace of delight flashed through them. Protected by divine arms, this spirit was no ordinary thing. It was absolutely not some common wandering cultivator's remnant soul. Most likely, it carried a great opportunity. If he brought it back to the order, there would surely be merit in it."

"He did not try to touch it recklessly again.

Instead, he quickly took a Messaging Jade Slip from inside his robe and lowered his head, reporting the strange encounter in the Wastelands in a fast, quiet voice. The jade slip flashed with spiritual light, turned into a streak of radiance, and tore through the air, carrying an urgent message to the Sect Master."

"Once that was done, he crouched down again.

His voice softened as he spoke to the spirit. ""I don't know whether Senior can hear my words clearly, but I mean no harm. I am a disciple of the Wellspring Order of the North. My surname is Ashford, and my given name is Julian."""

"Senior's spirit is extraordinary, and you carry the relic. My Sect Master is widely learned and deeply cultivated. He will surely be able to protect Senior's spirit and help nourish and heal you."

"Senior, please wait here in peace. I will return at once to report to the Sect Master. Within half an hour, I will certainly be back. There will be no delay."

"When he finished speaking, Julian turned and left at a quick pace.

His shadowing figure soon disappeared into the dusk over the Wastelands."

"Jared remained suspended where he was.

The thoughts inside him would not settle, and under the strain of uncertainty, a strong chance still caught fire at last."

"The Wellspring Order was a righteous order.

Perhaps this place truly could save his life. Perhaps it truly could help him rebuild his body."

Less than half an hour later, footsteps came again.

"Julian had returned.

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