The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5209

Blackwind Tribe sat on the outskirts of Nine Serpent Mountain, ruled by a beast cultivator who had reached the Earthly Immortal Realm and made a living robbing wandering cultivators.

Jared frowned at the churning haze. “That mist is laced with beastial energy; it may hide illusionary realms. “Flaxseed nodded. “Beast cultivators love their parlor tricks.”

Since inheriting his ancestors’ gifts, Flaxseed could feel beastial energy like heat off a forge. He gripped the dagger at his belt. “Shall we skirt the forest?”

“A detour would only draw suspicion.” Jared shook his head.

He handed Flaxseed a pair of divine pills. “Swallow one. They’ll blunt the illusionary realms. We pretend we’re simple wanderers, learn what we can about Blackwind Tribe, and move on.”

Jared and Flaxseed popped a divine pill each before stepping into the Misty Forest. Cold, silvery fog clung to them like satin, cutting sight to an arm’s length. Whispers drifted at the edge of hearing as if countless unseen eyes watched. Flaxseed tightened his grip on the clan leader token—the white glow pushing the mist back just enough to steady his nerves.

“The beastial energy here is a jumble—more than one beast cultivator. Looks like Blackwind Tribe has collected quite a menagerie,” Flaxseed murmured. Jared stretched his consciousness, yet the corrupted mist shoved it back, leaving him barely thirty yards to work with. “Stay sharp. These illusions will tangle your senses. Trust only what your hands confirm.”

Half an hour later, they reached a fork. A crooked stele leaned at the junction, the words “Blackwind Tribe” gouged in savage strokes that seemed to bleed malice. “This way,” Jared said, pointing toward the left where the beastial energy thickened like swamp gas.

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