A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5140

The dozens of cultivators standing nearby stared at the rolling head in mute horror, then swung furious eyes toward Jared.

Several of them started forward, intent on revenge, but the same woman threw herself in their path, arms outstretched.

“No one moves!” she shouted. “He brought this on himself. Our savior did nothing wrong.”

Jared's cold gaze swept across the crowd. “I saved every one of your lives—I can reclaim them whenever I please. If you're so eager to die, feel free to take back your own item pouches.”

His words struck harder than any sword stroke; every cultivator lowered his head and fell silent, none daring to lift a hand. They had witnessed his power firsthand and knew all too well what defiance would cost.

The woman forced a smile as she tried to mollify him. “Sir, we're grateful beyond words that you saved us. If someone among us failed to repay kindness and even dared lecture you on morality, he deserved what he got. May I ask your name—and would you allow us to follow you?”

She understood all too well that the handful of Worryfree Clan survivors could never rebuild their clan alone; without a patron, they would likely be hunted down one by one. Jared was the strongest, most reliable pillar she could hope to cling to.

But Jared had already seen through her calculations. With a dismissive snort, he said, “Look after yourselves. From this moment on, we owe each other nothing.” Turning on his heel, he strode away with Flaxseed and the others at his side.

The woman could only watch Jared's fading silhouette, sighing helplessly before leading her remaining clansmen in the opposite direction. Whether the Worryfree Clan would ever rise again, none of them could say.

Jared and his companions covered another thousand miles, then chose a secluded ravine. There, he asked Flaxseed and the rest to keep guard while he entered the Pentacarna Tower to recuperate. In his current state, he knew he could not yet annihilate the Destiny Sect.

Inside the tower, Jared immersed himself in healing. Thanks to the troves of resources seized from the Barbaric Clan and the Worryfree Clan, he had no shortage of resources to burn through.

While his wounds knitted, he also practiced the Barbarian Body-Refinement Manual, feeling its brutal yet effective tempering force scour every inch of muscle and bone.

Time became meaningless. When he finally opened his eyes, a faint halo of light curled around his limbs. He inhaled, amazed at how much tougher—how much denser—his flesh had become. This manual truly is a treasure.

With Everett leading the way, the party headed straight for Destiny Peak.

Perched atop sheer cliffs, Destiny Sect was forever veiled by drifting celestial mist. Its mountain gate, an arch hewn from ten-thousand-year glacier ice, bore six archaic characters proclaiming, “Destiny's Legacy, Evergreen Through The Ages,” radiating an unquestionable majesty.

When Jared's group reached the flat expanse known as Inquiry Terrace at the foot of the peak, two disciples in ivory robes barred their path.

“State your business,” one of them demanded. “No outsiders are allowed to trespass on Destiny Sect grounds.”

The leader among the two sneered sideways at Jared, his eyes raking over every inch of the stranger as though weighing him on some private scale.

Sensing that Jared's aura was completely restrained and that no frightening fluctuation of power leaked from him, the disciple's tone immediately took on a note of contempt. “The Destiny Sect is a big sect. We do not welcome riffraff or random nobodies. If you have not been invited, get out—now.”