Chapter 5865 No Free Lunch
- After leaving the Myriad Treasures Pavilion, Jared and Vermilion did not hurry back to their inn. They wandered Sandrock City instead—letting its heat, grit, and golden dust seep into their clothes—ducking into cramped stalls and back-alley shops, whispering the same question at every counter: Jadeheart Marrow, have you seen it? Every merchant's answer was a shrug painted in different words. They had heard of the miracle Jadeheart Marrow, never tasted it, could not point to so much as a rumor on a map.
- "So the legends were right," Vermilion sighed, pushing a curtain of rusty hair from his brow. "Even cultivators in level eleven treat Jadeheart Marrow as a bedtime story."
- Jared nodded once. "A treasure formed drop by drop over ten millennia isn't likely to sit in a corner shop. The real clues live with ancient monsters—or the sort of sects that eat kingdoms for breakfast." His smile was thin. "And we're strangers here. Digging out those clues will be anything but easy."