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

After seeing Qing Yinyan off, Jiang Chuan felt somewhat heavy-hearted, but he knew that he had more important things to do.

So he went to the arena of the Qingyun Sect.

This is different from a typical arena; this arena is not for battles between beasts.

It is a contest between humans and wild beasts, a life-or-death struggle.

Jiang Chuan walked into the arena, and everywhere he looked was a scene of noise and chaos.

Looking around, he saw that the arena was bustling with noise, and the audience was very enthusiastic, cheering for the upcoming match.

Amidst the bustling scene, Jiang Chuan's gaze fell upon a corner of the arena.

There lay a gloomy and ferocious beast, none other than Jiang Chuan's beloved pet, Taotie.

At this moment, Taotie had become emaciated, and the once majestic beast now appeared so helpless.

Jiang Chuan was filled with guilt. The ferocious beast that had accompanied him through countless storms had now met such a miserable end. His eyes flashed with pain and anger, as if a flame was burning fiercely in his chest.

"I'm late."

Jiang Chuan's voice was low and hoarse as he walked up to Taotie and gently stroked its head, soothing its wounds.

Upon hearing Jiang Chuan's voice, the Taotie, whose eyes were tightly closed, slowly opened them.

Its eyes were filled with tears, and its voice choked as it said, "Master, you've finally come. Life here is unbearable."

Jiang Chuan asked, "What happened?"

So Taotie poured out all the grievances he had suffered here over the past few days.

It turns out that since Jiang Chuan left, Taotie has become a lone beast in the arena.

Not only Taotie, but also other ferocious beasts, each with its own master by its side.

However, Taotie, having lost its master's protection, became the target of bullying by other beasts.

The ferocious beasts punched and kicked the Taotie, even snatching away its food and trampling it under their feet.

Taotie felt incredibly lonely and helpless; it didn't know how to face all of this.

After hearing this, Jiang Chuan did not show much anger.

However, Ling Juan, who was floating beside Jiang Chuan, knew just how terrifying Jiang Chuan's condition was at that moment.

If your beloved pet is bullied and left without its owner, most people would probably just turn a blind eye and let it go.

But that won't work in Jiangchuan.

Jiang Chuan is not the kind of person who can tolerate others bullying his family.

He likes to retaliate in kind, and he will make those ferocious beasts who bully Taotie pay the price.

This personality trait is deeply ingrained in Jiang Chuan and is the cornerstone of his success in Qing City over the years.

He was never afraid of challenges, nor did he deign to tolerate injustice.

"Hey, who's this?"

A young man's voice suddenly broke the silence.

His voice carried a hint of mockery, as if he were teasing something amusing, making one want to see what it was all about.

Among the onlookers, some recognized the young master and began to discuss: "That's Xian Wusi, the young master of the Xian family. He has quite a background and influence in Qing City. I heard that his father is a prominent figure in the city and a notorious playboy."

Jiang Chuan looked up at the sound and saw a young man dressed in fine clothes and wearing a golden crown swaggering into his line of sight with a group of followers.

This man was virtuous and selfless, tall and handsome, yet he exuded an air of arrogance, as if his innate aristocratic bearing made him feel that the whole world should revolve around him.

His entourage surrounded him, each one strutting about, displaying their master's status.

Jiang Chuan's gaze lingered on Xian Wusi for a moment, noticing the ferocious beasts around him. They all appeared exceptionally fierce, clearly having undergone meticulous training.

"Master, he led the beasts to beat me the hardest."

Taotie whispered in Jiang Chuan's ear, his voice tinged with grievance and anger.

Jiang Chuan gently patted Taotie's head and comforted it, "Don't be afraid, I will stand up for you."

His hand gently stroked the Taotie's fur, conveying a sense of warmth and strength.

After he finished speaking, his gaze fell on Xian Wusi again, a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Jiang Chuan walked steadily toward Xian Wusi, each step firm and powerful.

"If you don't mind, you can call me Dad."

As Jiang Chuan spoke, he slowly walked towards Xian Wusi, exuding an unquestionable air of authority.

As soon as he finished speaking, the onlookers gasped in shock, clearly believing that Jiang Chuan, in disguise, had no desire to live.

They started discussing it amongst themselves, some surprised, some fearful, and some gloating, believing that Jiang Chuan was courting death.

Xian Wusi's brows twitched upon hearing this.

He originally thought Jiang Chuan was just an ordinary trash-talking contestant.

I never expected them to be so bold, daring to act so recklessly within the Qingyun Sect.

Even within the Qingyun Sect, the sect leader, Qing Yinyan, had to show him some respect.

But the person in front of him didn't give him any face, and his emotions immediately flared up.

"What did you say?"

Xian Wusi roared, his voice echoing through the arena, thrilling the surrounding spectators.

His roar was filled with anger and arrogant arrogance, proclaiming his authority to everyone.

The attendants drew their weapons, ready to protect their master.

The air was filled with the glint of swords and the clash of blades, creating a tense atmosphere.

The onlookers watched the impending conflict with bated breath, some even backing away, afraid of being drawn into the fray.

Jiang Chuan's eyes showed no sign of wavering, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips as he said, "Now, immediately, kneel before my beloved beast and beg for its forgiveness, and I can guarantee you'll live a little longer."

Jiang Chuan's words undoubtedly stunned everyone present.

They started discussing it, some surprised, some puzzled.

Why is the person in front of me so arrogant?

Didn't he know that he was facing Xian Wusi, the young master of Qing City?

Xian Wusi wields considerable influence in Qing City, and his father is a prominent figure in the city. Jiang Chuan's provocation is utterly suicidal.

"You are looking for death!"

Xian Wusi roared again, his face turning ashen.

His entourage had surrounded Jiang Chuan, swords drawn, the atmosphere extremely tense. Jiang Chuan, however, seemed oblivious to these threats, his gaze fixed on Xian Wusi, his tone calm yet firm: "Today's matter is nothing but a trivial one. If you really want to save your life, do as I say, and be quick, or it will be too late if I change my mind."

Although the sound was not loud, it was exceptionally clear amidst the clamor of the Colosseum, making it impossible to ignore.

Onlookers held their breath, wondering how this dispute would end.

They all speculated about Jiang Chuan's background, secretly worried for him.

"My master is Jiang Chuan."

The Taotie could not stand the atmosphere and roared in anger.

It had actually told Xian Wusi in private long ago that its master was Jiang Chuan, but Xian Wusi did not believe it, thinking that Taotie was just making excuses.

"Ha ha…"

Xian Wusi said he did not recognize Jiang Chuan after he had disguised himself.

His laughter was full of mockery and disdain as he said, "You're Jiang Chuan? If you're Jiang Chuan, then I'm Jiang Chuan's father."

Jiang Chuan slowly tore off his disguise mask amidst his laughter.

The mask fell to the ground, revealing familiar faces, with a resolute light shining in their deep eyes.

When Jiang Chuan revealed his true face, his resolute gaze caused the onlookers to lose their minds and kneel on the ground.

Their knees thudded against the hard ground, but no one dared to make a sound because Jiang Chuan's eyes were too terrifying.

"Awesome! It really is Jiang Chuan! Jiang Chuan who dared to touch the butt of the goddess of Qing City!"

The voices of the spectators rose and fell, like a storm, instantly pushing the atmosphere of the entire arena to a climax.

Their awe was palpable. Those usually arrogant and domineering onlookers became respectful at this moment, as if Jiang Chuan was tailor-made for them.

Xian Wusi's laughter stopped abruptly, his face turned ashen, and the wine glass in his hand arced through the air before falling to the ground and shattering.

His movements appeared somewhat clumsy, clearly due to intoxication; he had lost his usual composure and calmness, and his eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

The moment the wine glass fell from his hand, his laughter vanished, leaving only silence and embarrassment.

In his drunken haze, Xian Wusi could not believe his eyes.

The man before them was none other than Jiang Chuan, a name known to everyone in Qing City.

His name resounds like thunder in the hearts of every Qingshi resident; his deeds are celebrated and his image is deified.

Xian Wusi had heard of Jiang Chuan's heroic deeds, but he never imagined that he would see this legendary ruthless man in person on this occasion and in this way.

The entourage surrounding Jiang Chuan initially appeared fearless due to their master's arrogance.

But at this moment, their faces were as pale as frostbitten eggplants, devoid of any color.

The weapons in their hands were originally their protective charms in front of their masters.

But now it has become a shackle in their hearts, making them feel extremely heavy.

As Jiang Chuan's mask fell to the ground, their eyes no longer revealed arrogance and contempt.

It was not a fear, but an unbelievable terror.

They seemed to see an arrogant demon king standing before them, his deep eyes seemingly able to see through their souls.

The attendants gripped their weapons tightly, but the sweat on their palms soaked through them, making the originally sharp blades appear blurry even in the dim light. One could feel the weapons trembling slightly in their hands, a sign of their inner fear.

"Young Master...is he really Jiang Chuan?"

A follower's voice trembled, unable to believe his eyes; the legendary figure was actually standing right in front of them.

I originally thought Jiangchuan was just a distant legend.

Now, having witnessed the true face of this legendary figure from Qing City, I feel a sense of unease, unsure of what will happen next.

"I still prefer how unruly you were just now," Jiang Chuan's voice echoed through the arena.

"Jiang Chuan... what do you want?"

Xian Wusi's voice trembled. He originally thought he could easily solve this problem with the help of his family's power, but he never expected to be in such a passive situation.

He was about to leave when Jiang Chuan's voice boomed in his ears like a thunderclap: "Young Master Xian, if you want to leave safely, do as I say. Otherwise, you may not be able to handle today's events alone."

Xian Wusi's body trembled slightly as he understood the meaning behind Jiang Chuan's words. If he were to leave, Jiang Chuan would definitely come to visit him. At that time, Jiang Chuan would not only target him, but also his beloved beast would suffer a terrible fate. Jiang Chuan's threat was not just empty boasting.

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice from trembling too much: "Jiang Chuan, you are my father!"

Upon hearing these words, Xian Wusi felt a prickling sensation all over his body. After all, these were words that others had always said to him; when had they ever been used on him? He simply couldn't understand it!
"Speak louder, I can't hear you."

Jiang Chuan's voice sounded again.

Xian Wusi gritted his teeth, knowing that the situation had completely reversed and he had no choice but to yield to Jiang Chuan's tone.

He took a deep breath, raised his voice, and almost shouted, "Jiang Chuan, you are my father! You are my father!"

The sound echoed through the arena like thunder.

This drew the attention of onlookers.

They couldn't understand this sudden father-son reunion.

In an instant, the clamor in the arena was replaced by this scene, leaving only the voice of the wise and selfless echoing in the air.

Some busybodies began to whisper among themselves, their faces filled with curiosity and surprise, discussing the reasons behind it.

“Alright, since you put it that way, I’ll give you a chance.” Jiang Chuan’s voice calmed down. “My matter has been resolved, but the abuse my beloved beast suffered needs to be addressed.”

Jiang Chuan's gaze turned to his beloved beast, Taotie, which was lying on the ground with a bruised and swollen face.

"Taotie, you've suffered." Jiang Chuan's voice was gentle and full of pity as he softly stroked Taotie's fur, comforting a wounded child.

Although the Taotie was in pain from its wounds, it sensed its master's care through the gentle voice, and a hint of comfort appeared in its eyes.

In response to Jiang Chuan's flattery, Taotie acted somewhat like a little girl. It stood up awkwardly and said in a slightly embarrassed voice, "I want his beloved beast to look like me."

Its tone was slightly coquettish, asking Jiang Chuan to grant it a small wish.

Jiang Chuan smiled slightly, his eyes filled with doting affection: "Okay, I promise you."

He turned to Xian Wusi, his tone firm yet gentle: "Young Master Xian, since Taotie has this wish, I hope you can grant it."

Without hesitation, Xian Wusi replied, "Yes."

Xian Wusi's beloved beast looked at him with a bewildered expression; he wasn't usually like this.

In the past, under the command of the wise and selfless, it always appeared majestic and never easily showed weakness.

But now it seems to be moved by Jiangchuan's tolerance and gluttonous desires.

Then he slowly lowered his head, seemingly pondering how to become similar to the Taotie. (End of Chapter)