A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5509

"Let's move," Flaxseed murmured, voice thin against the wind.

Jared answered with a curt nod. Together, they leaned into the gale that ruled the wastes and set off.

Across the open flats, the storm howled like a pride of starving beasts.

Sand—sharp as needle-thin silver—slapped their faces until the skin throbbed and their lips tasted iron.

They had hardly left Blackwind City by five hundred kilometers when the wind carried a new sound—steel ringing, men cursing, throats roaring for blood.

"Someone's fighting up ahead." Flaxseed squinted into the blur, pupils narrowing like a predator scenting fresh kill.

Following the racket, his gaze settled on a shallow bowl-shaped hollow just beyond a ragged rise.

Two rival bands of cultivators tore at one another in that natural arena, their skirmish so fierce the air quivered.

On one side, warriors in slate-blue jackets swung long blades that hissed through the gloom—every stroke born to kill.

Opposite them, men in rough black tunics answered with iron fists that cracked like battering rams.

Both groups circled a small spring shrouded in drifting white mist, eyes glittering with the hunger of wolves.

The spring was scarcely a few feet across, yet a pearly glow pulsed beneath the surface, bright as starlight caught in liquid glass. Threads of pure, thin celestial energy curled through the air—a fragrance no cultivator could mistake.

"Perfect," Jared said, almost to himself. "I happen to need celestial energy."

A brief, confident smile played across his face, as though fate itself had booked this meeting on his behalf.

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