A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5798

Moments later, beyond the soaring archway of Mystic Sky Sword Sect's mountain gate, Clara came forward with twenty disciples. Every one of them was clad in close-fitting travel blacks, long blades across their backs, eyes clear and predatory.

Each disciple's realm hovered between Levels Three and Five of the Heavenly Immortal stage; their movements rustled no more than a passing breeze. They were, without doubt, the sect's finest scouts.

Jared now wore a plain azure travel robe, its hems caught by the wind at the very front of the formation. Clara stood half a step behind him, pretty face locked in a rigid mask. To her, taking orders from a Level Seven Human Immortal was humiliation etched in granite.

"Safe travels, Mr. Chance. Should you need aid, send word at once," Linden called.

He pressed a sword-shaped talisman into Jared's palm—its edges cold, its glow faint as moonlit frost.

Jared closed his fingers around the charm. "My thanks. Farewell, Master Cloudridge."

He spoke no further. A streak of blue light burst from beneath his feet—then Jared became a racing comet aimed at the distant Myriad Beast Mountains. Clara hissed through her teeth but lifted her arm all the same. "Form up—after him!"

Twenty-one sword lights ripped through the sky, chasing the azure trail.

They cleared the Myriad Sword Mountains and dived into a sprawl of untamed forest and broken highlands. Jared held his pace to something the group could match, yet tension furrowed his brow. His spiritual sense swept every shadow, every rustle, reaching for the faintest trace of the Myriad Beast Sect's aura.

Behind him, Clara studied his unhurried speed and the steady, unimpressive fluctuation of a Level Seven Human Immortal. With every mile, her doubt thickened.

Father says he drove off Sheldon Soulsby? No chance. Sheldon must have been exhausted after dueling Father; Jared simply happened to strike the final blow—or he used some treacherous trick. Maybe those rumors were planted by Father for reasons of his own. No way this man is that incredible.

"Hey!" Clara surged forward until her sword light skimmed Jared's shoulder. "Where exactly are we going? The Myriad Beast Mountains cover hundreds of miles—are we supposed to wander like headless chickens?"

Without breaking stride, Jared answered, "First to the sect's former grounds. In the wake of the revolt, the Melded Beastkin and the Infinite Soul Demon Sect will be moving there. We grab a captive, and ask them about Paxton's whereabouts. If not, we scout the lay of the land."

"Easier said than done," Clara scoffed. "What if we stumble onto an army out there—just the twenty-one of us?"

"Then we improvise."

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