A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5511

That laugh carried unspoken reverence. To Flaxseed, Jared was a storybook hero brought to life—an indomitable shield against every hidden knife this perilous world could raise.

Jared offered no reply. He walked to the spring, folded his legs, and settled beside the luminous pool.

With a casual flick of his wrist, the Black-White Flame blossomed above the springhead, encircling the water in a living corona of shadow and light.

The twin-toned fire danced, alive and hungry, breathing out a power that hummed like distant starlight.

Drawn by that flame, threads of pure celestial energy rose from the pool, slipped past Jared's nose, and streamed into him. Inside, the energy found a home, nourishing meridians with the tenderness of spring rain.

With every pulse, his aura thickened, solidifying the foundations of his Earthly Immortal Realm Level Five cultivation.

His spirit power compacted, reforged—iron hammered into steel.

Even the faint fissures left by the reckless act of absorbing souls smoothed away, melting like frost beneath the new sun.

Flaxseed stood guard, eyes sweeping the ridges, ready to trade his life for Jared's silence if need be.

He was a lone sentry before a sacred rite, spine straight, resolve harder than the crags underfoot.

An hour slipped by. The last breath of celestial energy left the spring, its water losing its radiant sheen until it looked no different from any mountain pool.

The hollow grew quiet again, as though nothing extraordinary had ever happened.

Jared opened his eyes. A razor flash of light cut the dusk, then faded, leaving calm far deeper than before.

His presence settled—an unmoving peak, ancient and sure.

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