The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5594

"It wasn't always like that," the man continued, lowering his voice as if afraid the walls might listen. "Once, raw talent and a clean fight earned you a robe. Then the back-door favors started. Bit by bit, the elders demanded gems, and every promising recruit arrived pre-approved."

He sighed. "These days, anyone who walks straight into the Sword Guards' ranks has already purchased the privilege."

He studied Jared's travel-stained cloak. "You're new here, aren't you? No network yet. Don't waste your strength forcing doors that won't open."

Jared let disappointment cloud his features. "Seems I'll have to hunt down connections before I swing a blade."

The man clapped him on the shoulder. "Cheer up. You're already in Swordmaster City. Even if you never sign their roster, you can still enter the public trials, trade blows, steal a few techniques—learning happens wherever steel meets steel."

Jared nodded. "Fair point. By the way, sir, what name do you go by?"

"Noah Farrow," he replied, offering his hand.

Jared hesitated, almost speaking his true name. "Oh. I'm Jared... Jerry Strong."

Noah laughed, shaking his head. "With a name like 'Strong,' your cultivation can't be too fearsome."

Just then, a stocky middle-aged man in a faded short-sleeved tunic drifted over, eyes narrowed to cautious slits.

"Heard you two talking," the newcomer murmured. "Looking to join Sword Sect, are we?"

Noah tipped his chin. "That's right, but without a sponsor, we're stranded outside those walls."

"I can secure you a sponsor—if you're willing to part with a few celestial gems," the man whispered, glancing left and right as though the cobblestones might echo his scheme.

Jared's eyes flicked toward the smile, and he understood at once. A scalper—hustling hopefuls for a percentage. The revelation tasted of stale smoke and street dust.

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