A Man Like None Other

Chapter 5327

At first, Lyra's own spiritual energy bucked like a wild colt, slamming against the very meridians that had torn open during their cultivation in the tower. Each strike sent a needle of pain along her nerves.

Jared's spiritual energy, by contrast, moved with the seasoned patience of a shepherd guiding restless sheep. He stroked the turbulent streams into tidy order, ushering them along the meridians until their hostility ebbed into calm.

"Here-hold with just a third of your strength," he murmured as the spiritual energy reached her left arm's Elbow Acupoint. "Picture the spiritual energy as a warm jade pestle, gliding across the meridians-press, never pounding."

She obeyed, but a spike of sharp heat shot through the damaged meridian, and cold sweat blossomed across her brow.

That was the very spot where, during the last time in the tower, Lyra had forced herself to contain Jared's Power of Dragons, leaving behind fine cracks.

"Easy. We have time." Jared softened his spiritual energy further, turning it to balm that seeped into the ragged meridian. "Empty your thoughts. Feel the spiritual energy the way spring meltwater feels slipping over stone-slow, clear, inevitable."

Something in the cadence stilled her racing heart. She inhaled, conjuring the image of the scene Jared had described.

Gradually, the stabbing ache in her meridian dulled. Jared's spiritual energy coaxed the raw edges together, scrubbing impurities from her own spiritual energy until every thread grew finer and brighter.

climbed higher, filtering through ancient pines and speckling the jade arcane array

of spiritual

heat blossomed in Lyra's elixir field. New- forged spiritual energy surged along her meridians, completing one majestic circuit before gathering at her fingertips-where

had been struck in

"We did it."

a satisfied breath. A smile of relief unfolded across his face. "Your spiritual energy has already thickened into spiritual water— proof

fluttered open. A cool, effortless clarity washed through her body, sweeping away the restlessness that had plagued her moments earlier until her mind shone as still and bright as

to the steel

She rose and offered him a deep, formal bow, gratitude gleaming in

the thanks away.

the

technique. Your Snowfall Sword Art is nimble, but ar Earthly Immortal Realm cultivator should carry weight as well as grace. Let's

Bedrock Strike." s

Gusts knifed along its edge, cold and sharp enough to pare thought down to its core-an ideal

brink, Jared snapped a slender branch from a nearby pine and began to sketch in the cliffside iolite. "Bedrock Strike looks savage, force lies