The memories of all humanity are awakening, except for mine.

"Mr. Ye also thought of that? That young man must be a master swordsman. This wisp of undying sword intent can only be achieved by a sage of the fifth realm."

Ye Qiu walked back to the lonely city, and under the moonlight, the shadows of the two almost overlapped.

"Two possibilities. First, the boy was not the real person; second, the fortune teller was a master, and the person was not confident that he could kill Jiang Chuan in front of him."

"Mr. Ye certainly has a discerning eye."

Gu Cheng nodded slightly.

“I checked, and that fortune teller only appeared in the city three days ago. His origins are unknown.”

Ye Qiu suddenly laughed, his laughter tinged with madness.

"Interesting, really interesting!"

He abruptly stopped smiling.

"I'm fifty percent confident I can kill that person. If you and I join forces, our chances of victory will be even higher."

"Perfect."

Gu Cheng shook his head, his black cloak fluttering in the wind.

“I cannot leave. The Yan envoy is already thirty miles outside the city, and I must personally guard the city gate.”

"Are dragon treasures really that attractive?"

Ye Qiu narrowed his eyes.

"Even you can't sit still anymore?"

Instead of answering directly, Gu Cheng asked a question.

"Mr. Ye, are you confident?"

Ye Qiu pondered for a moment, his fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of the copper coin.

If I hadn't fought Lu Jianxiong, my chances of winning would have been 70%.

"The King of Dushan may be hiding in the envoy's entourage."

"Gu Cheng suddenly spoke, his voice extremely low."

"A Snowwing Wolf King."

Ye Qiu looked surprised, but quickly regained his composure.

"It seems that the Three Sages and Seven Virtuous Men were involved in this deadly scheme."

The faint sound of a night watchman's drum could be heard in the distance; it was already past midnight.

Gu Cheng tightened his cloak, preparing to leave.

"In the battle at the city gate, it was inevitable that Zhou Ze and Chen Ping and Pei Guoguo from Zuowang Peak would not be able to hold it."

Ye Qiu watched Gu Cheng's departing figure and suddenly shouted.

"You should reconsider the matter of the mermaid pearl!"

Ye Qiu paused for a moment.

“Those in the city are all living, breathing human lives.”

Gu Cheng picked up his teacup, the tea reflecting his cold and stern face.

"Young Master Ye is joking. In this chaotic world, human life is nothing more than a bargaining chip."

He took a small sip.

"Besides, with Young Master Ye's abilities, dealing with a few small fry is just a piece of cake."

Ye Qiu suddenly laughed, his laughter tinged with sarcasm.

"Bargaining chips? I wonder what kind of bargaining chips Lord Gucheng intends to use to get me to make a move?"

"Is there enough dirt on Lu Jianxiong?"

Gu Cheng put down his teacup, took out a secret letter from his sleeve, and pushed it in front of Ye Qiu.

"The evidence of his collusion with the Northern Iron Cavalry is enough to make him obedient. With his assistance, that old eunuch Zhu Lu won't be able to cause any trouble."

Ye Qiu picked up the envelope with his fingertips, but did not open it.

"Lord Gucheng, you have some impressive skills."

His eyes were filled with disgust.

"However, I've recently become quite interested in shark pearls."

Gu Cheng frowned slightly.

"The pearl of the mermaid is a treasure of the East Sea, which is rare and hard to come by."

"It is precisely because it is rare that it has value in trading."

Ye Qiu pushed the envelope back.

"One mermaid pearl for one human life. Prepare as many mermaid pearls as you need to eliminate the small fry."

Silence fell over the pavilion, broken only by the rustling of the wind through the bamboo grove.

Gu Cheng stared at Ye Qiu for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

"Alright! Young Master Ye is a man of few words. Then let's kill one person and take one mermaid pearl."

"make a deal."

Ye Qiu stood up, his sleeves fluttering even without wind.

"However, I must remind you, Lord Gucheng, that I hate being used as a tool. If I discover that you have other plans..."

Before he could finish speaking, he had already drifted away.

Gu Cheng stared in the direction where Ye Qiu had disappeared, a cold glint in his eyes.

"A knife? No, you are the sharpest sword in my hand."

Inside the busiest restaurant in the county town, "Zui Xian Lou," the atmosphere was lively and bustling. The waiters moved between the tables, their foreheads glistening with sweat.

"Have you heard? The death of that prince of Yan was suspicious!"

A burly man with a fierce face slammed his fist on the table and said.

"Shh! Keep your voice down!"

The skinny guy sitting next to me looked around nervously.

"The Liang Prince's Mansion has been quite unsettled lately; it's said that the old prince has been staying indoors."

In the corner, the shop assistant cautiously approached a secluded table.

The two figures on the table stood out—a man in black robes with a long sword gleaming coldly beside him; and a young man in black with a huge iron box beside him.

The iron box was completely black, its surface covered with strange runes, and it exuded a chilling aura.

The waiter had only taken three steps closer when he couldn't help but shiver.

"Sir, would you like some more wine?"

The waiter's voice trembled.

The man in the black robe looked up, revealing a sharply defined face.

No need.

His voice was deep and muffled, like thunder.

Just then, a crow flapped its wings and flew into the tavern, landing steadily on the table of the young man in black to everyone's astonishment.

"unlucky!"

One of the drinkers cursed.

The young man stretched out his pale fingers and gently stroked the crow's feathers. A bizarre scene unfolded—the crow transformed into a cloud of black mist in his palm, eventually condensing into a blood-red talisman.

"Go to Gaomo Alley quickly."

The young man read the words on the talisman aloud, his voice so cold it was almost inhuman.

The man in the black robe—Wang Zhenyu—had a furrowed brow.

"Shall we go now?"

The young man stood up, and the iron box automatically flew onto his back with a dull metallic clang.

"Senior Wang, I need to go kill someone."

He spoke casually, as if he were talking about the weather.

Wang Zhenyu gripped the sword hilt tightly.

The situation within the city is complex, with no fewer than ten experts at the fifth realm.

"Just right."

A cruel smile curled at the corners of the young man's lips.

"This time I will kill two swords at the same time."

Wang Zhenyu's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Are you crazy! Besides us, there are also Zhang Wei, the Prince of Dushan, Gu Cheng, and those two from the Liang Prince's Mansion in the city."

"That's why it's the best time."

The young man interrupted him.

"With Zhang Wei holding the city gates back, the isolated city must guard the central area. The Liang Prince's mansion can only have two wise men at most."

"And on our side, we have you, and my master."

Wang Zhenyu's expression shifted, and finally he let out a long sigh.

"Your master is here too?"

The young man didn't answer; he simply walked outside.

The iron box made a dull thud with his steps, as if it contained some ferocious creature.

The waiter huddled in the corner, not daring to utter a sound.

Only after the two figures disappeared through the door did he collapse to the ground, realizing that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

In Gaomo Lane in the east of the city, Yu Youwei was pruning a crabapple tree in the courtyard.

Suddenly, she paused with the scissors in her hand, a strange look appearing in her beautiful eyes.

"coming."

she whispered.

Almost at the same moment, Wu Shuang, deep inside the Liang Prince's mansion, suddenly opened her eyes, her teacup shattering in her hand.

"This breath."

She looked out the window, her expression grave.

On a rooftop somewhere in the west of the city, Jiang Chuan stood with his hands behind his back, then suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Gaomo Lane.

"Sword Spirit Body?"

He frowned.

"And... a primordial Dao embryo?"

The auras of the four divine bodies intertwined above Longhai County, like an invisible net enveloping the entire city.

At the entrance of Gaomo Alley, the young man in black stopped in his tracks.

"Senior Wang, can you feel it?"

Wang Zhenyu nodded, his expression more serious than ever before.

"With the four divine bodies gathered, this battle is unavoidable."

"Just to my liking."

The young man untied the iron box and stood it upright on the ground. The box opened a crack, and a howling wind immediately swept in, causing the temperature in the alley to plummet. "Between divine bodies, only life and death can determine superiority."

Wang Zhenyu pressed down on his shoulder.

"Wait a little longer, at least wait—"

Before the words were finished, a clear bell rang out from the other end of the alley.

A graceful figure holding a red paper umbrella slowly approached; it was Yu Youwei.

The murderous intent mingled with the autumn rain, enveloping the entire county town.

The raindrops, like needles, pierced the skin, carrying the chill of late autumn.

Jiang Chuan stood on the bluestone slabs of Gaomo Alley, feeling the almost tangible killing intent, as if countless sharp blades were pressed against him.

The throat.

He clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

"This killing intent."

Jiang Chuan's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was dry.

"At least a fifth-level expert."

In the courtyard, the blizzard gradually subsided.

Yu Youwei's clones transformed into several streams of light, returning to her original body like swallows returning to their nests.

She gently flicked the sleeve of her blue robe, and the blue scales that had been coiled around her shoulder immediately...
It transformed into a small green snake, darted into her sleeve, and disappeared.

"Walk."

Yu Youwei patted Jiang Chuan on the shoulder, her voice low and urgent.

Jiang Chuan looked around, rain streaming down his face. At both ends of the alley, murderous intent surged, blocking all escape routes.

"There is no way."

Jiang Chuan smiled bitterly, yet felt a strange sense of relief at this critical moment of life and death.

The oppressive aura of a fifth-realm expert caused his blood to boil, and his heart to pound like a war drum.

etc.

I can feel something awakening deep within my blood.

Just then, footsteps came from the end of the alley.

A young man came through the rain.

He carried a huge sword box on his back, which was pitch black and wrapped with blood-red thorn patterns.

With each step he took, raindrops splashed, yet none dampened the hem of his clothes. The young man's face was cold.

His features were sharp as if carved by a knife, and his eyes were so deep that they seemed to see through the ages.

"Yin Wen Ding"

Yu Youwei's pupils contracted slightly, and her right hand was already on the hilt of the sword at her waist.

Her famous sword, "Autumn Water," sensed its master's intention and emitted a clear, melodious sword cry, like a dragon's roar echoing through the heavens.
.

In the high alley, two powerful auras of sages simultaneously soared into the sky!

"boom--"

An invisible wave of air tore through the rain curtain, and raindrops within a radius of a hundred feet instantly froze in mid-air. At the center of the collision between the two powerful forces, countless raindrops were crushed into powder, turning into thick white cold mist that spread out.

Jiang Chuan stared wide-eyed at Yu Youwei beside him in disbelief.

He had always thought she was just a fourth-realm cultivator, but unexpectedly...
"You're at the fifth realm?"

Jiang Chuan's voice trembled.

Yu Youwei did not answer; her gaze was fixed on Yin Wending at the end of the alley.

The latter clearly recognized her as well, his cold face showing surprise.

"Dear Master Yu, how have you been?"

Yin Wending's voice was as cold and hard as his sword.

"Get out of my way, you're not my target."

Yu Youwei sneered.

"Yin Wending, when did you become someone else's lackey?"

A cold glint flashed in Yin Wending's eyes.

"They're just serving their own masters."

Standing behind Yu Youwei, Jiang Chuan felt a refreshing sensation as he felt the oppressive aura emanating from her envelope him.

The sword intent contained within that oppressive aura was pure and sharp, matching Yin Wending's domineering...
Their paths are completely different.

The standoff lasted for about three breaths before Yin Wending took the lead in suppressing his aura.

Seeing this, Yu Youwei also withdrew her imposing manner. The paused rain resumed, and the sound of rushing rain once again filled the alleyway.

"Walk."

Yu Youwei grabbed Jiang Chuan's wrist and quickly walked out of the courtyard.

The rain is getting heavier.

The three faced each other at a distance of five zhang. Yin Wending's gaze passed over Yu Youwei and landed on Jiang Chuan.

"With a cultivation level of three realms, yet the fluctuations of dragon blood within your body, no wonder someone is willing to pay a high price for your life."

Jiang Chuan was startled.

Dragon blood was his greatest secret, known to no one except Yu Youwei.

"Who sent you?"

Jiang Chuan asked in a deep voice.

Yin Wending shook his head.

"Why ask so many questions of a dying person?"

Yu Youwei tightened her grip on the sword sheath.

"Yin Wending, are you sure you want to be my enemy?"

"I told you, you're not my target."

Yin Wending untied the sword case from his back and slammed it heavily to the ground.

With a loud "boom," the bluestone slab cracked open.

"But if you insist on stopping me, I wouldn't mind experiencing Qiu Shui Wu Hen's swordsmanship."

Just as Yu Youwei was about to draw her sword, Jiang Chuan pressed down on her shoulder.

"let me."

Jiang Chuan stepped forward, raindrops dripping down his chin.

"Three realms against three realms, a fair fight, how about it?"

Yin Wending raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised that Jiang Chuan dared to take the initiative to challenge him.

He sized up Jiang Chuan for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

“Interesting. Alright, three realms against three realms, I won’t take advantage of you.”

"Jiang Chuan!"

Yu Youwei transmitted her voice secretly.

"He is Yin Wending, the Little Peng King. His physical strength is comparable to that of a fifth-realm demon beast, making him invincible among those of the same level!"

Jiang Chuan didn't turn around, he just shook his head slightly.

Yin Wending patted the sword box.

"This thing is called the Throne of Thorns, and it took me ten years to tame it."

His eyes held an air of arrogance.

"Remember the name of the man who killed you—Yin Wending, the Little Peng King."

Jiang Chuan loosely clenched his right hand.

A long sword, entirely black with a blunt blade, appeared out of thin air and hovered in his palm.

"My natal flying sword has no edge."

Jiang Chuan's voice was calm.

"Since entering the martial world, I have never met an opponent in the same realm."

The moment Yin Wending saw Wu Feng, greed blazed in his eyes.

"The Broken Sword of the Earth Rank! I never expected such a treasure to be in your hands."

He licked his lips.

"Kill you, and it will be mine."

"That depends on whether you have the ability."

Jiang Chuan sneered.

The two exchanged a glance and moved at the same time!

"Shh-"

Jiang Chuan made the first move, his True Water Sword Intent mixed with the autumn rain, transforming into a powerful sword aura that poured down like a silver river, aiming straight for Yin Wending's throat.

This sword strike, seemingly simple, actually contained Jiang's...
Chuan's complete understanding of the Water Flow Sword Style is that wherever the sword energy passes, raindrops turn into sharp blades.

Faced with this earth-shattering sword strike, Yin Wending neither dodged nor evaded.

He brought his right index and middle fingers together and casually pointed at the weakest point of the sword energy.

"Ding!"

After a crisp sound, the powerful sword energy shattered, turning into countless points of light that dissipated in the rain.

Jiang Chuan looked horrified.

Although he didn't use his full strength in this sword strike, it was still enough to kill an ordinary cultivator at the third realm, yet it was so easily countered by his opponent.

"Is that all you have?"

Yin Wending scoffed.

"It seems that the Earth-character Broken Sword is being wasted in your hands."

Jiang Chuan did not answer, because he could feel the dragon blood in his body boiling.

The burning sensation spread from my heart to every part of my body, and every muscle was filled with explosive power.

Even more strangely, something seemed to awaken deep within his consciousness.
"Roar--"

A dragon's roar, which only Jiang Chuan could hear, echoed in his mind.

In an instant, his pupils turned pale gold, and everything in his vision became incredibly clear.

He can see Yin Wending

The flow of internal energy allows one to predict the opponent's next move.

"Dragon Soul Entering the Body?"

Yu Youwei watched this clearly from the side, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Yin Wending had obviously noticed Jiang Chuan's change, but he didn't care.

Undeterred by his advantage, he took a step forward, closing the distance to Jiang Chuan, his right hand forming a claw, aiming straight for Jiang Chuan's heart. (End of Chapter)