A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5341

Jared and Flaxseed exchanged a final look—a shared spark of iron-coated resolve—then bowed to those they left behind. “Take care, everyone,” they said in unison. “Our journey begins now.”

Lyra kept her gaze fixed on Jared. Liquid light pooled against her lashes, and her lips trembled with words she could scarcely breathe. “Mr. Chance, promise me—come back to me alive. Come back whole.”

Jared met the shimmer in her eyes, and the iron inside him melted for a heartbeat. He offered the smallest, quietest smile. “Wait for me.”

Spiritual energy surged around them in a sudden golden bloom. A single step became a flight as Sky Walk carried them upward. Two streaks of light—one silver, one amber—shot across the vault of morning like twin comets seeking the horizon.

Their silhouettes dwindled against the clouds, and only then did Lyra let the tears fall. She brushed a sleeve across her cheeks, breathing hard against the ache. Train, Lyra. Grow stronger. When Mr. Chance returns, meet him without regret.

Behind her, Corin, Ararat, and Kishor stood shoulder to shoulder, their faces carved from storm-dark stone while the last echoes of flight faded into silence.

Each man knew the truth. The road to level six was a blade's edge, and Malevolent Path Hall and Celestial Palace's Sixth Hall were tricky opponents.

Ararat exhaled, voice barely more than wind. “May fortune shield them.”

Corin nodded once. “Jared's spirit is tempered steel, and destiny favors him. With Mr. Flaxseed at his side, I believe he will carve a way through.”

Far from Swordmaster City, Jared and Flaxseed raced across empty sky, their robes snapping like banners in a gale as the compass of their hearts pointed unerringly toward the distant level six.

At the border of levels five and six rose Cloud Brecan Mountains—a saw-toothed spine of peaks eternally wrapped in churning mist.

That mist was no ordinary fog. It pulsed with raw spatial energy, tearing at weaker cultivators as easily as paper. Only cultivators of Earthly Immortal Realm Level Seven or higher could hope to endure its bite.

Flaxseed tipped his straw hat back, an eager grin splitting his weather-worn face. “There it is, Cloud Brecan Mountains.”

Jared pointed toward the roiling banks ahead. “Legends say the spatial energy inside is broken, swirling every which way. One careless step and you're dust. Stay sharp.”

Flaxseed produced two mustard-yellow charms. “Stabilization Charms,” he said, pressing one into Jared's palm. “They'll calm the spatial energy around us—enough to keep our skins attached.”

Jared slapped the charm over his heart. Inked lines flashed, melted into light, and wrapped him in a thin amber shell.

Immediately, the air around him eased, the invisible claws of the spatial energy dulling to a distant tug instead of a lethal yank.

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