The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5688

"Sir, do you know what became of the towers afterward? More importantly, how can they be drawn back together?" Jared's words spilled out faster than his breath.

His mind now circled a single ambition. With the Pentacarna Tower already in his grasp, if he could secure the Demon Seal and Immortal-Sealing Towers as well, he would stand unrivaled beneath the heavens.

"That I cannot tell you," Zevon admitted, shaking his head. "The Demon Seal Tower roams the boundless universe at whim, untethered by space. No sage can predict where it will appear. As for the Immortal-Sealing Tower—or any method to fuse all three—I have heard nothing but silence."

"Oh." The single syllable slipped from Jared, heavy with disappointment.

Still, knowledge was a seed. He vowed to keep watch for any sign of the wandering spires.

"Mr. Chance, I have ordered my disciples to deliver every last resource the Nethergate Sect possesses," Neville announced, bowing with measured respect.

The gesture was sincere—Neville understood that without resources, their wounded cultivators would never reclaim their former strength.

Stacks of spirit stones, jars of pills, and bundles of rare herbs soon lined the courtyard floor, yet Jared's brow knit with faint unease. For all its fame, Nethergate's treasure trove felt thin; alone, he could burn through it in a handful of cultivation sessions. His appetite for power simply outpaced ordinary supply.

"Good. Restore yourselves inside the tower," he told them, tone calm but decisive. "I need to step out for a while."

He had no wish to fight with Sylvia and the others over scraps; better to hunt fresh riches on his own terms.

Sylvia hurried to keep pace, her silver cloak rustling over the flagstones. "Mr. Chance, where are you going?"

Jared answered with an easy shrug, the motion at odds with the fresh bandages hidden beneath his robe. "To level eight. The Celestial King is already back inside the Celestial Palace, so I want a firsthand look at the halls—and, if their vaults still overflow, I might relieve them of a little excess."

"Should I come with you? You're still injured," Sylvia asked, worry softening her voice.

"I'll be fine," Jared said, half laughing. "Even wounded, I can stroll through level eight heaven like it's my own back garden."

A small, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Truth be told, wounds or not, few in level eight could stand against Jared once he chose to fight.

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