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

Jiang Chuan looked at Ling Juan, shook his head helplessly, and then said to Ling Juan, "Don't tease her. Even if she had it, she wouldn't give it to you."

"Did Qing Yinyan force himself on you when you were weak?" Jiang Chuan asked again.

"Yes! That's right!"

"And the methods she used were the most ruthless."

"It hurts the enemy a thousand but also hurts yourself eight hundred, and they see right through me."

“All my defenses that could have stopped her were torn apart by her using violence.”

"Oh...how cruel!"

"How could she treat a child like that?" Lingjuan asked, puzzled.

Jiang Chuan recalled that she was indeed out of sorts when she fought Qing Yinyan last time, and this must be the reason.

"After she mastered the supreme mythical sword technique."

"To reduce my anger, divide me into several parts."

“Suppress them separately in various locations within the Qingyun Sect, until I give in.” Ling Juan shook his head and sighed.

"She's already learned it, what do I need you for?" Jiang Chuan said, preparing to leave.

"Brother, don't go! Brother, please stay." The spirit scroll floated in front of Jiang Chuan, blocking his way. "Qing Yinyan has only learned the basics. Without my oral instruction, he cannot comprehend the essence of the Supreme Mythical Sword Technique."

"That's more like it." Jiang Chuan decided to give it a try.

After leaving Jubaolou, Jiang Chuan cautiously stepped out of the room and hid behind a main pillar.

It was already night, and the moon hung in the night sky.

The moonlight, like quicksilver, spilled onto the bustling streets of Qingyun Sect.

Jiang Chuan pressed himself tightly against the cold stone wall, holding his breath and cautiously observing his surroundings.

Now he has become the Qingyun Sect's number one wanted criminal. There is a reward of 10,000 taels of silver for his capture. His face has been plastered all over the streets and alleys, so he can no longer show his face and can only wander the deserted streets.

Jiang Chuan was cautious.

Even though he was trying to keep a low profile, he was likely to attract the attention of his guards if he showed any signs of his presence. He gritted his teeth, enduring hunger and cold, hoping to find a safe place to hide.

However, at this time.

He suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps.

Immediately afterwards, a group of figures rushed out of the darkness and headed straight for him.

Jiang Chuan's heart tightened, and he immediately prepared for battle. However, just as he was about to make his move, he discovered that the figures were not there to chase him, but were heading straight for the path behind him.

He had no idea what lay beyond the path, but he noticed that these people were the same citizens who had been out enjoying themselves during the day.

Why are they going so late and forming such a long line?
These people walked in a strange manner, and Jiang Chuan sensed that they seemed to be controlled by something.

In order to find out what was going on, Jiang Chuan decided to go and see for himself. He came to Qingyun Sect to find out the sect's shady dealings and use them to blackmail the citizens of Qing City into knowing about Qing Yinyan's evil deeds.

An opportunity is right in front of him, and he needs to seize it, otherwise his trip to the Qingyun Sect will have been in vain.

"Are you going? We're in a dangerous situation." Ling Juan sat on Jiang Chuan's shoulder.

“I have something I want to figure out, and that’s why I came to Qingyun Sect.” Jiang Chuan frowned.

"If we get discovered, we're finished!" Ling Juan was reluctant to give up her freedom.

Jiang Chuan gently patted the spirit scroll to comfort it and whispered, "I understand your worries, but this is my only chance."

He followed those people cautiously, with Ling Juan clinging nervously to his shoulder.

They walked through narrow alleys and across ancient bridges, finally arriving at an ancestral hall.

The door was open, and a cold, gloomy atmosphere emanated from it.

Those people went in without hesitation, and Jiang Chuan followed closely behind, cautiously peeking inside.

The ancestral hall was dark and damp, filled with a strange odor.

Some old portraits hung on the wall, and some strange talismans were scattered on the ground. Jiang Chuan felt a chill in his heart as he sensed a powerful dark force gathering here.

Jiang Chuan and Li Yi were hiding on the roof beams of the ancestral hall at that moment.

They carefully observed their surroundings and found that there was no one else there. After those people entered the ancestral hall, they dispersed to various corners and sat down on the spot.

The air was filled with the smell of burning incense. Jiang Chuan hadn't even taken a few breaths before he started to feel dizzy. He felt tightness in his chest and weakness in his limbs. He wondered what was going on.
Looking around, he discovered that the fragrance was coming from the front of the ancestral hall, where various spices and herbs were displayed.

"Kid, are you feeling a little unwell?" Ling Juan asked, hands on her hips.

Jiang Chuan nodded. "Yes, I feel dizzy, have chest tightness, and feel weak in my limbs."

Ling Juan walked to Jiang Chuan's side, observed him carefully for a while, and then said, "You should be poisoned by incense."

Jiang Chuan was taken aback. Incense poison?

He had heard of poisons and venomous snakes, but this was the first time he had ever heard of incense poison.

Ling Juan continued, “The spices and herbs in the air are poisonous. If inhaled improperly, they can cause poisoning. You just inhaled these poisonous aromas, which is why you feel unwell.”

After hearing this, Jiang Chuan suddenly realized what was going on.

Ling Juan looked at Jiang Chuan and said with a smile, "However, you don't need to worry, you just need to hold your breath."

"Wouldn't I suffocate if I kept holding my breath?" Jiang Chuan didn't understand.

Jiang Chuan looked at Ling Juan with a puzzled expression, hoping to get an answer.

Ling Juan patiently explained, "Holding your breath doesn't mean you have to hold it in. It means you should minimize your breathing when inhaling the poisonous aroma. This will reduce the amount of toxins entering your body. Once you get used to the environment here, you won't feel uncomfortable anymore."

After listening to Ling Juan's explanation, Jiang Chuan nodded thoughtfully.

He tried to hold his breath and carefully inhale.

Sure enough, the discomfort gradually lessened, and his mood calmed down.

"Why is Li Yi fine, but I'm the one who's in trouble?" Jiang Chuan asked Ling Juan.

“Your internal energy is abundant; these fragrant poisons are probably prepared for someone like you.” Ling Juan stroked her chin.

"Your constitution makes the effects of the incense poison more severe on you."

“But Li Yi’s situation is different.”

“Her constitution is rather special; she has a natural resistance to incense poison,” Ling Juan explained. Jiang Chuan remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

At this moment, Jiang Chuan turned his gaze to the crowd in the ancestral hall. He noticed that blood was flowing from the slits of their tightly closed eyes, which made him feel that something was wrong.

A strong sense of unease welled up in Jiang Chuan's heart.

He frowned deeply.

The blood flowing from these people's eyes was no ordinary matter.

There must be some unknown secret hidden behind this.

"Can you tell what they're doing?" Jiang Chuan asked Ling Juan.

“If I’m not mistaken, they’re offering a sacrifice to something, and it’s certain that the item is a demonic creature,” Ling Juan explained.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chuan's expression became even more solemn.

Offering sacrifices to demons? How could that be?

He couldn't help but recall the scene when he fought against Jonghyun, who almost turned the tide of the battle by using a long banner.

Li Chunfeng's assessment was that Jonghyun's situation fell under the category of demonic cultivation.

Now that Jiang Chuan has seen it with his own eyes, he still finds it hard to accept. After all, the Qingyun Sect is such a large place, and there is a demonic cultivation site in just the area under the jurisdiction of the Leisure Pavilion. There must be many more in other places. Jiang Chuan's mind goes blank when he thinks about this.

The blood that dripped onto the ground seemed to gather together as if full of life, flowing into the ancestral hall.

The flow of blood seemed to have a strange rhythm, forming a bizarre and shocking picture on the ground. The blood gathered faster and faster, like an angry river, extending into the depths of the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall was dark and deep, with only a few faint beams of light shining through the windows, illuminating the flow of blood. Under the light, the color of the blood became even more vivid, like a fresh red gemstone, shimmering with a dazzling luster.

Inside the ancestral hall, in the center, there is a huge stone platform with an ancient altar on it. The altar is carved with countless mysterious runes, which seem to have a life of their own, emitting a faint light as blood flows through them.

Blood pooled in front of the stone platform, forming a huge pool of blood.

The blood in the pool began to churn and boil, as if something was awakening within it.

A strong current of air surged through the ancestral hall, full of vitality and power, making people feel the pulse of life. The ancient murals on the walls of the ancestral hall seemed to be affected as well, and began to move slowly, as if they had come to life.

Jiang Chuan and his group walked along the roof beams into the depths of the ancestral hall, observing everything that happened there.

Li Yi didn't sit idle. She took out her camera and began recording everything. When she returned, this would be direct evidence to prove the illegal activities of the Qingyun Sect.

Suddenly, music rang out from the blood pool, its high pitch echoing throughout the entire ancestral hall. Those who had been sitting cross-legged rose from their seats, drawn by the music, and made strange movements, walking step by step into the ancestral hall.

They stopped advancing only when they reached the edge of the blood pool, but their hands continued to move. Their movements were like a dance, yet filled with an eerie and evil aura. The music grew louder and louder, as if urging them to speed up their movements. In their hands they held sharp blades, and their eyes revealed fanaticism and obsession.

Then they began to circle around the pool of blood.

The blade traced arcs through the air.

He cut a gash on his wrist.

Blood flowed down the wound into the blood pool.

The blood in the pool seemed to boil and churn with the addition of fresh blood.

It looked like they were cheering.

Those people seemed to feel no pain; their eyes remained fervent, and their movements became increasingly skilled.

To the rhythm of the music, they repeatedly cut their wrists, contributing their blood to the blood pool.

The atmosphere inside the ancestral hall grew increasingly eerie. The soaring music seemed to devour all reason. The people moved faster and faster, and the arcs of the blades in the air became more and more intense. Their faces were filled with obsession, as if everything they did was to match the sound of the music.

On the stone platform beside the blood pool stood a person dressed in a black robe.

He wore a mask, obscuring his expression, and held a baton in his hand.

Under his direction, the music in the blood pool seemed to come alive, sometimes low and sometimes high, as if telling an ancient story. The black-robed man standing on the stone platform seemed to be the controller of this music, and every movement of his was full of mysterious power.

The audience by the blood pool were captivated by the beautiful music, their eyes filled with awe and curiosity.

The black-robed man's commands grew faster and faster, and the music became increasingly intense, as if foreshadowing something. The audience by the blood pool was also infected by the intense music; their heartbeats began to accelerate, and their breathing became rapid.

Just then, the man in black robes suddenly stopped conducting, and the music stopped as well.

The spectators by the blood pool were shocked by the sudden silence. They held their breath, waiting to see what would happen next.

The man in black removed his mask, revealing his true face.

His eyes were deep and mysterious, and his smile was full of confidence. He looked at the audience in front of him as if he were looking at his followers.

Li Yi, who was taking photos for evidence, was startled by the sudden commotion and dropped her camera, which landed right on the head of the man in black.

"Who goes there?" the man in black robes shouted.

“It seems we’ve been discovered,” Ling Juan said.

The believers and citizens looked in the direction the man in black robes pointed and saw Jiang Chuan standing on the roof beam, beginning to sing a song for them.

The song, like a clear stream, pierced through the tranquil air and echoed around the blood pool.

The audience was captivated by the unexpected singing.

Their gaze shifted from the man in black robes to Jiang Chuan.

Jiang Chuan's singing seemed to have a magical power, cleansing their souls to some extent.

The man in the black robe's expression became complicated.

He looked at Jiang Chuan, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Then he turned to the audience and gestured for them to continue.

The music started again, and the audience around the blood pool once more fell into a frenzied fascination.

Jiang Chuan continued singing on the roof beam, his voice blending perfectly with the music, creating a unique scene.

As Jiang Chuan finished singing, he jumped down from the roof beam, walked to the man in black robes, picked up the camera that Li Yi had dropped, and handed it to her.

"This is Xiu Xian, the guardian general of the Qingyun Sect," Ling Juan whispered in Jiang Chuan's ear.

Xiu Xian quickly composed himself, sorted out his thoughts, and looked at Jiang Chuan. "Jiang Chuan, I didn't expect you to dare to come back, and even to deliver yourself to my doorstep."

Jiang Chuan smiled slightly, his eyes shining with determination. "Xiu Xian, I never thought of running away. I just need time to prepare."

Xiu Xian raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected Jiang Chuan to be so composed, as if he had been prepared for everything that was about to happen. He took a deep breath, trying to find a flaw in Jiang Chuan's eyes, but Jiang Chuan's gaze was clear and unwavering. (End of Chapter)