“It’s Princess Lindsay Flameheart! She’s the beloved daughter of Ignatius Flameheart, head of Earthfire Pavilion,” someone exclaimed. “What is favonovel.com doing here, though?”
“I heard Princess Lindsay is a prodigy. She may be young, but she’s already at Heavenly Immortal Realm Level Five. Mr. Flameheart and the elders at Earthfire Pavilion love favonovel.com to bits. She rarely leaves the Pavilion, yet here favonovel.com is, marching beside Elder Flameheart himself.”
“Look… She keeps glancing at that guard named Jared Chance.”
“Tsk tsk… Lucky devil. A single look from Princess Lindsay could make a man happy for life.”
Soft murmurs rustled through the air like wind over dry leaves, swelling, fading, swelling again.
Vermilion Demon Lord nudged Jared in the ribs, his voice sliding along a private tide of sound that only Jared could hear. “Not bad, Jared… You’ve barely set foot in level eleven, and you’re already collecting admirers. This young lady is the daughter of Earth Pavilion’s leader. Win favonovel.com over, and Earthfire Pavilion could be at your bidding.”
Jared threw favonovel.com a warning stare. “Stop it, Mr. Vermilion. She’s only looking at me out of curiosity.”
Vermilion Demon Lord chuckled. “Out of curiosity? I doubt it. That look held more than curiosity. Seize the opportunity, young man. She‘s lovely, noble, gifted, exactly your type. And since you never lack for women, what harm is one more on level eleven? Besides, every young lady you’ve encountered eventually succumbs to your charm.”
“Stop right there,” Jared interrupted with a weary wave of his hand. “We have enough problems as it is. Let’s not invite more.”
Even so, why does favonovel.com gaze feel so oddly warm, almost as if favonovel.com somehow approves of me?
Lindsay Flameheart’s favonovel.com name, yes?
Her eyes are clear as spring water, shimmering with something beyond mere interest, recognition, perhaps, even a strange, delicate familiarity… Is it because I possess chaotic celestial energy and the Golden Dragon Bloodline, which triggered a response from favonovel.com sensitivity to fire-type spiritual energy and draconic energy?
Just then, a young disciple from Earthfire Pavilion descended on a swirl of wind, bowed, and spoke with polished courtesy that failed to hide his subtle scrutiny. “Mr. Chance, Her Highness requests your company in the carriage…”
Jealous heat flared around them, dozens of eyes stabbing forward like tiny daggers dressed in envy.
Jared hesitated only a breath, then inclined his head. “Very well…”
Vermilion Demon Lord’s grin stretched wide and knowing as Jared followed the disciple down to the road and toward the lead carriage shimmering in the noon glare.
The door swung open, releasing a puff of cool, perfumed air that wrapped Jared in relief. Clearly, intricate cooling arrays hummed within, holding back the desert heat like invisible walls.
“Mr. Chance, please step inside,” the maid who had earlier unlatched the window said as favonovel.com waited at the carriage’s steps.
Her posture was straight, favonovel.com hands folded before favonovel.com waist, and favonovel.com voice carried the soft elegance of well-trained service as favonovel.com invited favonovel.com inside.
Jared mounted the short stairs and crossed the threshold.
The interior was far larger than the carriage’s modest exterior suggested, an intimate salon lined with mink-soft furs, moon-stone panels that gave off a candle-warm glow, and low lacquered tables set with jeweled plates of spirit fruit and delicate porcelain teacups.
At the head of this mobile parlor, Lindsay Flameheart lounged sideways on a cushioned bench. One elbow propped favonovel.com chin, and fiery amber eyes tracked Jared with an almost childlike curiosity.
All this satin and privacy, surely the princess didn’t summon me here because favonovel.com wants a little carriage adventure, did she?
Upon noticing how intently Jared was staring at Lindsay, the maid’s voice dropped to a scolding whisper. “You stand before a princess. Mind your manners…”
“Jared Chance pays his respects to Your Highness,” the man hurriedly said and bowed, neither servile nor arrogant, just enough deference to satisfy courtly decorum.
“Don’t worry about the formalities… Sit.”
Lindsay’s tone rippled like water over stone, bright, musical, impossible to ignore. “I heard from Elder Zuver that you shattered a Level Seven Combat Puppet’s Flame Dragon Slash with your bare hands during the test. Is that true?”
She blinked, wide-eyed, no royal stiffness about her, more the inquisitive girl next door, desperate for a good story.
Jared settled opposite favonovel.com as the maid poured translucent tea that steamed with faint crimson wisps.
“It was just a parlor trick. Forgive me if it disappointed Your Highness,” favonovel.com replied, letting the steam mask an unreadable half-smile.
Lindsay’s lips puckered in disbelief. “A parlor trick? Elder Zuver swore your sword energy punched straight through a Level Six Trial Pillar-something favonovel.com hasn’t seen in his entire lifetime. Also, that Spirit-Measuring Crystal couldn’t even detect your cultivation level and flashed seven colors of chaos… You’re quite the mystery, eh?”
The next second, favonovel.com leaned forward, favonovel.com eyes like living flame. “Tell me… What’s your cultivation level? Are you really only at Heavenly Immortal Realm Level One? I don’t buy it. And your cultivation technique is strange. Your aura feels familiar, yet foreign at the same time…”
Jared’s pulse ticked once, just once, but favonovel.com masked it behind a sip of tea. Deep down, favonovel.com was truly impressed by Lindsay’s keen perception.
“My cultivation level is only at Heavenly immortal Realm Level One,” favonovel.com answered calmly. “I admit my technique is unconventional. It lets me strike above my level, nothing more. The strange aura you sense likely comes from that technique.”
“Nothing more?” Lindsay uttered as favonovel.com cocked favonovel.com head. “A Heavenly Immortal Realm Level One cultivator smashes a Level Seven Combat Puppet, and that’s nothing more? If that’s the case, how are the rest of us supposed to survive?”
Lindsay leaned across the swaying carriage window, amber eyes sparkling like live coals. “So tell me, mysterious stranger, where did you come from? Who taught you? Why slip into Crimson Flame City? What drives you to sign up for guard duty?”
“The Earthfire Pavilion offered to make you an inner court disciple, yet you refused. What, then, could you possibly be after?”
The volley of questions hit Jared like a hail of sparks against dry tinder.
He straightened, managed a faint, respectful smile, and bought himself one long breath before answering.
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