A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5795

Deep within the Myriad Sword Mountains of the Mystic Sky Sword Sect, twilight clouds draped the peaks like silk.

Inside a guest courtyard perched on one such peak, Jared reclined in a warm pool, eyes half-shut in tranquil repose.

Pale blue spirit mist drifted off the liquid, threading into his pores and peeling away the fatigue of countless miles.

The bath that Linden prepared for him had been simmered from a thousand-year spirit milk and a score of rare herbs, each swirl knitting hidden wounds and shoring up Jared's foundations.

"Sir Chance, is the pressure comfortable?" one of the two Mystic Sky Sword Sect female disciples asked, fingers kneading his shoulders with surgical grace.

Their touch carried the faint hum of sword energy, loosening meridians while never crossing the line into discomfort.

"Yes," Jared murmured, the word drifting lazily across the water.

How did a simple visit turn into royal treatment with attendants?

He had come as a guest and been crowned an honored lord; refusal would have bruised Linden's courtesy, so he endured the pampering with bemused restraint.

For a man accustomed to walking the world alone, the silk cushions and whispered service felt less like luxury and more like an ill-fitting robe—elegant, but never truly his.

Master Cloudridge—what a sly old fox. He bows, he flatters, yet every courtesy is a probe. The warmer his smile, the larger his appetite. He craves news of the Soul Devourer and, more than that, the truth about the shadowy power standing behind me. He'll gut the heavens to learn it.

Jared reclined in the steaming waters of the pool, weighing his next move against the sect master's inevitable tests, when a sharp, indignant cry cracked the quiet courtyard.

"Who's inside? Such arrogance! You dare monopolize the Sword Cleansing Pool and order inner disciples about?"

The voice grew louder with brisk, angry footfalls skimming across the slate path beyond the gate.

The wooden doors were yanked open with a creak, and a flash of scarlet swept in—quick, hot, and uninvited.

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