A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5428

A seasoned guide through this mystical rite, Jared moved with practiced grace. A series of gentle touches—part mantra, part caress—loosened the girl's tension until soft, involuntary gasps slipped past her lips.

"Enough preliminaries," she breathed, voice trembling like a plucked string. "Please... let the fusion begin."

Her plea carried a desperate edge, as if the building tide of spiritual current had already proven almost too wondrous to bear.

Jared answered with silence, sinking into focused stillness as he guided his essence to meet hers. A ribbon of gold—pure dragon power—poured from his core, threading into her meridians like sunlit water seeping into thirsty earth. The disciple shuddered. Eyes fluttered shut, and the line of her mouth softened into unguarded bliss. The draconic energy fortified her vessels even as it swept her into heights of euphoria no solitary meditation could ever reach.

Thirty minutes later, the glow around her subsided. When she opened her eyes, her cultivation had leapt a boundary she had battled for years, advancing from Earthly Immortal Level Six to Level Seven. Bewildered joy spilled across her face.

"Incredible! Mr. Chance, you've broken the barrier I've been pounding at forever," she laughed, disbelief sparkling in every syllable.

Her delight rang through the corridor, a clear bell summoning fresh courage in the hearts of those waiting outside.

With proof so radiant, hesitation vanished. A line formed instantly—each disciple eager for her own turn beneath the golden current.

Jared's body, tempered far beyond mortal limits, endured marathon days and silver-blue nights of fusion with little more than a sigh of fatigue. Artemis spared no effort in sustaining him. Every sunrise, she placed restorative pills and rare immortal herbs in his hands, the way a commander might pass fresh arrows to her finest archer.

And so the ritual became their rhythm. Day after day, woman after woman stepped into the union room and emerged stronger; Jared's own dragon bloodline, tempered by continual exchange, grew ever purer, and his cultivation climbed in steady, unshakable increments.

Two weeks passed. All ordinary disciples had completed the rite—only Artemis herself remained.

By then, Jared stood at the very summit of Top Level Earthly Immortal Realm Level One, a single breath away from the next great threshold.

That night, Artemis crossed the threshold of the union room. A violet dress clung to her with regal elegance, the amethyst hue catching torchlight and haloing her like dusk around a new moon. Every step radiated calm authority, worlds apart from the shy girls who had come before.

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