The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5289

“He not only survived the marked aura—he used it to break through. Such perception and will are terrifying,” Lyra murmured, bright wonder gleaming in her eyes.

“The Sword Sect just found itself a treasure,” Corin exhaled, a pleased smile softening his stern features.

Stillness returned as Jared lowered the sword and stood upright, breath steady, shoulders loose.

At that moment, his aura felt several times greater, black energy curling around him, yet his eyes stayed bright and lucid—no hint of the madness that often stalked those who had gone off the deep end.

He flexed his fingers, marveling at how spiritual energy and marked aura fused as one, each casual movement edged with cutting intent.

Nearby, the ancient stone stele ignited again; archaic characters rippled across its face, faster and brighter, as though the monument itself applauded his insight.

As the marked aura settled, the sword domain shield that sealed the grave began to thin, its edges fraying like frost under sunrise.

Jared tightened the leather strap around the scabbard slung across his back, then lifted his gaze to Corin. “Master Morden, the hour has come. We ought to leave for Darkwind Gorge now.”

Corin answered with a slow, deliberate nod, the gray at his temples gleaming in the lamplight. “Okay. You now stand at Wandering Immortal Realm Level Nine. With the swordmaster's legacy coursing through you, even an Earthly Immortal Realm Level Eight should fall beneath your blade.”

Flaxseed rubbed his palms together, unable to mask the thrill shivering through his wiry frame. “Jared, you've broken through at last! At long last, we can make Malevolent Path Hall pay. This time, we will drag the Flaxseed clan's divine souls!”

Flaxseed understood one simple truth—the stronger Jared became, the brighter the hope that the Flaxseed clan's divine souls would one day know freedom.

Corin lifted a hand, urging caution. “Your power is impressive, yes, but I still believe you should shut yourself away for a time and cultivate it further. Although you're at Wandering Immortal Realm Level Nine, against Malevolent Path Hall, it's still like kicking against the pricks.”

Jared opened his mouth, voice hesitant. “Master Morden, I—”

Corin waved the protest aside before it formed. “Stop calling me that. In raw strength, you've already surpassed me. Titles matter less than the path you now walk.”

It was not that Corin lacked the desire to accept Jared as a disciple. Rather, Jared's meteoric rise felt closer to a comet hurtling skyward—far beyond the reach of any earthly mentor.

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