A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6486

"Silas sat alone at the bow, his back straight, both hands still holding the control seal.

His black eyes stayed fixed ahead. His face gave nothing away, and the hard line of his jaw never loosened by even a fraction."

"All the wind, clouds, and scenery around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.

In his world, there was only one thing left: forward."

"Luna sat quietly in the corner, her posture proper, her eyes closed.

Her long lashes cast faint shadows over her fair cheeks."

"Her hands rested flat on her knees, her fingertips lightly pinching the threads of her fly-whisk.

A very thin layer of white spiritual light circled her, leaving it unclear whether she was calming herself through cultivation and restoring spiritual power, or silently weighing the gains and losses of this journey."

"Now and then, she slowly opened her eyes.

Her clear gaze would pass quietly over Master Wellspring at her side, with a guarded scrutiny tucked deep beneath it, and questions that never reached her mouth."

She could not make sense of this cultivator of the Aureate Way who looked so ordinary on the surface.

"Master Wellspring's cultivation was only at the early phase of Golden Immortal Level Three.

Among cultivators, that did not put him anywhere near the top, yet he had willingly taken the risk of almost certain death to enter the unpredictable danger of the Primordial Sanctuary."

"What held her attention even more was the white jade soul phial he kept pressed close against his chest.

The mouth of the phial was tightly sealed, and the aura within it stayed deeply hidden, as if it held some secret no outsider was meant to know."

"Every time her gaze swept past it, the questions under the surface grew a little sharper.

Even so, she never reached out to probe it. She kept to the line she was not supposed to cross."

"Master Wellspring noticed.

He did not take it to heart."

"He knew Luna meant him no harm. It was only the watchful measuring of someone standing off to the side.

What mattered most right now was staying on guard and watching for every danger that might be waiting ahead."

"One of his hands rested lightly on the rail.

His gaze stayed on the racing sea of clouds beyond the window, while his chest rose and fell and a thousand threads of concern pulled through him."

The Primordial Sanctuary lay in the deepest reach of the eastern Greywild Mountains of the North, several thousand miles away from Everspire.

"This cloudbird-drawn sky-barge was far faster than an ordinary flying arcane craft.

In a breath, it could sweep past a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers. Even so, it would still take a full day before they reached the outer reaches of the Greywild Mountains."

"The road looked calm for now, with no disaster and no trouble.

Master Wellspring still did not dare let his guard drop by even the smallest degree."

"The human heart was hard to read.

The road ahead was even harder to predict."

He could not tell whether Osric, with all that deep calculation hidden behind him, would place killing intent along the way, arrange men in the dark to intercept him, and erase every future problem before it could grow.

"He knew even more clearly that the bloodthirsty, fanatical Venerable Starwick had never given up on seizing the spirit of the Aureate Heir, Jared.

The cultivators under that man's command were spread throughout the northern region. There was a very real chance they had already noticed the group's trail and were following close behind, ready to hunt them down the whole way."

"Countless killing traps lay hidden ahead.

Open blades, hidden arrows—there would be too many to guard against."

"As that crossed him, Master Wellspring raised his hand without meaning to.

His palm pressed lightly over the white jade soul phial at his chest."

"The cool phial met the warmth of his palm.

Inside, the faint stirring of the spirit could be felt with painful clarity. That weak thread of presence was everything he refused to let go of, and the one thing that kept him standing."

"He lowered his eyes to his palm.

His lips moved, and his voice sank until only two people could hear the quiet murmur."

"Aureate Heir, we have set out."

"This time, no matter the cost, I will obtain the Genesis Dew and help you rebuild your body."

"Rest easy. Even if I must spend my life to do it, I will keep you safe."

Inside the silent jade phial, a faint, translucent wisp of soul drifted slowly.

"Jared's surviving soul had been worn down to almost nothing.

It hovered there, nearly transparent, so thin it looked as if the next breath might scatter it into the world."

"At Master Wellspring's low, solemn words, the spirit gave the faintest tremor.

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