A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6647

"All right."

Jared nodded. "I accept your goodwill."

Bennett smiled.

"Excellent. Mr. Chance, I have a tract of land near Bermu City. The terrain is good, and the spiritual essence is thick. If you agree, I can set it aside for rebuilding Clearwind Village."

Jared's eyebrows rose slightly.

"Why would you do that?"

"The villagers of Clearwind Village were innocent."

A sigh entered Bennett's voice. "They lived near Bermu City for generations and never offended anyone. Their village was destroyed only because others became greedy. As City Lord, I owe the survivors some compensation."

Jared was silent for a long while.

He could not tell whether Bennett meant it or whether another motive hid underneath.

But whatever Bennett's true purpose was, the land would help the people of Clearwind Village.

"Then I thank you on their behalf."

Bennett waved it off.

"No need to be so formal, Mr. Chance. From today onward, you and your companions are honored guests of the City Lord's estate. Whatever you need, simply say the word."

...

Over the next few days, Jared and Gwendolyn stayed temporarily at the City Lord's estate.

Bennett kept his promise.

He set aside a broad stretch of land northeast of Bermu City, a tract several miles across. The ground was flat, the spiritual essence was strong, and the site was perfect for building a new settlement.

Rowan and the nine cultivators returned to the old ruins, gathered what little could still be saved, collected the belongings left by the dead villagers, and brought everything to the new site.

The place chosen for the new village sat on a gentle slope.

Green hills rose behind it. A wide plain opened in front of it. A clear river flowed past the future village entrance, glittering in the sunlight.

"This place is wonderful!"

Rowan stood at the top of the slope and looked across the land, hope returning to his eyes. "It is even better than the old Clearwind Village. The spiritual essence is more than twice as dense. Cultivating here will be much faster."

Jared nodded.

"Put up temporary shelters first. After that, build the houses and defensive arrays. I have prepared the materials. Use them first. If they are not enough, go to Bermu City and buy more."

Rowan's eyes brightened.

"Mr. Chance, will you be going back to Bermu City?"

"Not for now," Jared said. "I will go into seclusion for a few days and stabilize my foundation at Golden Immortal Level One. You handle the village. If anything happens, find Gwendolyn."

Rowan nodded firmly.

"Do not worry, Mr. Chance. We will rebuild it."

Jared turned and returned to the quiet room the City Lord's estate had prepared for him.

The room was not large, but it was peaceful.

Sound-isolation arrays were carved into the walls, blocking out all noise from outside.

Jared sat cross-legged on the cushion, closed his eyes, and began circulating chaotic force.

Gray power moved through his body, tempering the spiritual power in his meridians again and again, compressing it, purifying it, refining it until it became denser.

His cultivation rose slowly.

He was still some distance from Golden Immortal Level Two, but his foundation was becoming more solid.

In his core, the seed of spatial law rotated with a faint silver glow.

The seed of temporal law had also sprouted. It remained weak, but he could already sense it clearly.

Lucky crawled out of the Storage Ring and crouched beside his foot. Its golden eyes watched him, and a pleased little growl rumbled in its throat.

Jared opened his eyes and rubbed the young fire unicorn's head.

"Lucky, what do you think Bennett Whitmoor really wants?"

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