A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6329

Jared caught them before they could keep bowing and pulled them up one by one.

"Don't kneel. Move. There's someone outside to get you out."

His voice stayed even.

His hands, though, shook faintly. Not from exhaustion, but from anger.

He looked at the wounds covering their bodies.

He looked at the deadness in their eyes, at frames stripped down to skin and bone.

Something hot kept climbing higher inside him.

None of it showed on his face.

This wasn't the time for that.

He turned to Gwendolyn. "Is everyone here?"

Gwendolyn shook her head.

The color had drained from her face.

She could still sense one more mine tunnel in the deepest reaches of the mine.

The aura of the Ice God Bloodline inside it was so dense it made her go still.

"There's still one mine tunnel left. It's in the deepest part."

Jared's brow tightened. "A mine tunnel in the deepest part? What's down there?"

"I don't know," Gwendolyn said. Her voice came out tight. "But I can feel the aura of the Ice God Bloodline there. It's very strong."

Jared looked toward the depths of the mine.

It was pitch-black there. He couldn't see a thing.

"Let's go."

Jared led the others to the mine tunnel in the deepest reaches of the mine.

This mine tunnel was larger than the others.

And deeper.

A massive stone door sealed the entrance.

Its surface was carved all over with the Tribunal's warding sigils, packed so densely they looked like countless eyes, flickering with golden radiance in the dark.

Jared pressed his palm against the stone door.

Chaos-flame poured out of his hand.

In front of the chaos-flame, the warding sigils held up no better than paper.

One after another, they dimmed, cracked apart, and vanished.

The stone door rumbled open, slow and heavy.

Inside the mine tunnel, crystals were piled everywhere.

Not ordinary ones.

These were high-grade cultivation crystals.

Every single piece was the size of a fist.

Clear all the way through.

Spiritual power rolled off them in thick waves.

They were heaped inside the mine tunnel like a small mountain.

There had to be at least several hundred thousand of them.

The crystals' glow flooded the entire mine tunnel with light.

It was as bright as daytime.

Gwendolyn's pupils tightened.

"These crystals... they're enough for a True Immortal cultivator to cultivate for hundreds of years. The Tribunal has been mining this place for thousands of years. They hid all the best crystals here, waiting to ship them out."

Jared said nothing.

He walked up to the crystal pile and set his hand on it.

"Take them all."

He opened his Storage Ring and started drawing the crystals inside, one piece at a time.

The chamber inside the Storage Ring was limited.

But these crystals were too valuable to leave behind for the Tribunal.

One piece. Two. Ten. A hundred...

His hands moved fast.

But there were too many crystals, and gathering them still took time.

Then footsteps sounded from outside.

"Someone's coming!" Lydia Wraithmoor snapped under her breath.

Jared turned his head and saw several golden motes appear at the mouth of the mine tunnel.

That was the holy radiance of celestial cultivators.

It was closing in fast.

More and more golden motes came into view.

They grew brighter by the second.

There were at least a dozen.

"It's the Tribunal! They found us!"

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