The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6378

Early the next morning, just as the sky began to lighten, Freevale was still steeped in a thin layer of morning mist.

Moist air drifted through the mountain vale, carrying the scent of grass and trees as it slipped along the gaps between the slopes.

The ashes from last night's celebration bonfires had long since gone cold, leaving only a few pale strands of smoke floating softly in the air.

The whole vale had not fully woken yet.

Only a few crisp birdcalls came now and then from deep inside the deep forest, breaking the stillness of the morning.

Jared stood alone in the center of the courtyard, slowly stretching his limbs.

He had drunk a lot at the victory feast the night before. Bowl after bowl of strong liquor had gone down his throat, the burning liquid heating his chest. If it had been any ordinary cultivator standing here now, that person would have been sprawled out cold, dead asleep and too drunk to know anything.

But to Jared, that little bit of alcohol barely counted for anything.

The chaotic force inside him only needed to make two quiet cycles before a warm, yet overwhelmingly domineering current moved through every meridian in his body.

Everywhere it passed, the leftover fumes of liquor were scrubbed away clean in an instant. His head cleared just as fast, without even a trace of heaviness left behind.

He remained where he was, eyes closed, breathing long and steady.

With each breath in and out, the thin spiritual essence in the world was drawn toward him and began to circle slowly around his body.

A moment later, Jared slowly opened his eyes, and the faintest streak of purple slipped through them.

He stretched both arms out level, then slowly pushed his hands forward. In his palms, threads of purple chaotic force began to appear in silence.

That power was nothing like ordinary spiritual power with all its exposed sharpness. It was nothing like divine fire with its blazing violence, and nothing like frost with its biting chill.

It was quiet and gentle, yet it carried a weight that seemed able to contain all things and press down on everything. It was like a star river that had slept for ages, or an underground current moving in silence. On the surface it looked mild, but underneath it held the power to ruin heaven and earth.

The purple glow turned slowly across his palms. Within that glow, a dim scene could vaguely be seen, like the first murky instant of the world opening into existence, profound and impossible to read through.

Jared steadied himself and felt the surging power inside him, wave after wave without end.

In the battle at Blackstone Gaol, he had killed the True Immortal Realm Level Eight gaoler, broken the seal, and rescued several hundred of his people. His own cultivation had also grown more solid through actual combat, and his control over the chaotic force had become more natural with every use.

Even so, he knew perfectly well that it was nowhere near enough.

The Celestial Alliance had deep foundations and experts everywhere. A little success like this was still far from enough to shake them at the root.

Just then, a light set of footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate.

Nathaniel Linford walked in from outside.

His eyes were webbed with red, and a trace of weariness sat on his face. One look told enough—he had not slept all night, and the strain hanging between his brows had never really left.

He carried a rough clay bowl in his hands. Inside was steaming spirit-grain soup, light in color, with a few tender wild greens floating on top. The smell was plain, but there was warmth in it.

Nathaniel Linford walked up to Jared and gently held the bowl out to him without saying a word.

Jared took the bowl, and warmth spread into his fingertips.

He lowered his head and took a sip. The soup slid down easy, carrying the spirit grain's faint sweetness and the clean, light scent of wild greens.

It wasn't anything special as far as taste went, but it settled warm in his stomach. That warmth traveled slowly down his throat into the spirit well, pushing away the last traces of the morning chill.

"Something wrong?"

Jared set the bowl down and spoke softly.

He could tell something was off with Nathaniel today. This wasn't a simple morning greeting.

Nathaniel nodded, but didn't look up right away. He only walked over to the steps and crouched down beside them.

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