A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5436

"So… this is level eight?" The words rasped from Jared's throat.

Pain crashed back into him the instant he tried to sit. Agony spiraled out from ragged wounds, dragging a snarl across his face. He glanced down. Blood still seeped through torn robes, and the intricate channels of his meridians felt shredded. His spiritual energy had deteriorated. Even holding on to the Earthly Immortal Realm Level One was a battle.

Yet a wry smile tugged at his lips. "Luckily, I made it to level eight..." Jared let out a breath of relief.

He reached for the Dragonslayer Sword lying beside him. His fingers twitched, then fell. All he could do was lie back, lungs heaving, letting the meadow's cool scent keep him conscious.

He knew it was not the time to be relaxed.

Although Jared had reached level eight, he still did not know where the Celestial King Palace was. Moreover, in his current condition, if he encountered cultivators or dangers, he would have no strength to resist.

"I need to heal my body and find the Celestial King Palace."

Jared closed his eyes and began circulating the remaining spiritual energy in his body, slowly repairing his damaged meridians. The spiritual energy in level eight was vibrant, greatly aiding his recovery. Even so, it would take some time to return to his peak condition.

Suddenly, footsteps broke the hush. Jared's eyes snapped open. Every muscle screamed, but he levered his head toward the sound, heart pounding like a drum.

A squad of cultivators in burnished gold armor strode across the grass. Holy aura curled off them in silent waves, long spears gleaming, eyes sharp. They were unquestionably cultivators of level eight.

The leader of the group halted one stride from Jared. He stared at Jared warily and asked, "Who are you, and why do you lie bleeding on our plain?"

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