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

Just then, Jiang Chuan's body suddenly erupted with a powerful force, his eyes regained their luster, and the flame of hope rekindled in his empty gaze. With the help of the Dragon Roar Sword, he temporarily broke free from the control of the Ghost Face Plague.

"I...I can still fight!"

Although Jiang Chuan's voice was weak, the determination in it inspired both Qing Yinyan and Long Yinjian.

The shattered body of the Dragon Roar Sword emitted a soft light curtain, which fell on Jiang Chuan like a drizzle.

The light curtain gradually condensed, forming a solid shield that completely enveloped Jiang Chuan's body.

This shield not only protected Jiang Chuan, but also freed him from the control of the Ghost Face Plague.

Just as Jiang Chuan's body was protected by the light barrier, a distorted face emerged from his skull in a tearing motion.

The face was pale, with bulging eyes and a twisted mouth, making it look extremely terrifying.

The ghostly face had barely formed when it spoke, "Damn it! I almost succeeded, this power... this power..."

Jiang Chuan sensed the Ghost Face Plague's struggle, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes flashing with anger.

He took a deep breath, concentrated, and began to use the power within his body to expel the Ghost Face Plague from his body.

As Jiang Chuan's willpower increased, the Ghost Face Plague began to become unstable, its form twisting and deforming as it struggled within Jiang Chuan's body.

Seeing this, Qing Yinyan knew that this was a critical moment and there could be no mistakes.

The goddess magic circle she controlled instantly changed its target, redirecting all the magic energy that was originally binding Jiang Chuan towards the Ghost Face Plague.

Beams of dazzling light shot out from the magic array, heading straight for the Ghost Face Plague like sharp arrows.

The beam struck the Ghost Face Plague, producing a piercing explosion, and the Ghost Face Plague began to dissipate under the beam's attack.

"Success!"

Qing Yinyan breathed a sigh of relief, a relieved smile appearing on her face.

"Not yet!" The voice came from the place where the Ghost Face Plague had disappeared; it was a low, hoarse voice.

The ghostly energy that should have disappeared returned, as if it were immortal. It condensed in the air and reformed into a distorted ghostly face.

The ghostly face had green eyes that gleamed and an evil smile that curled at the corners of its mouth.

"It's my turn!"

Jiang Chuan shouted, his body heading straight towards the Ghost Face Plague. The possession he had just experienced had filled him with immense annoyance and anger.

Jiang Chuan's fist struck Ghost Face Plague's body like an arrow piercing the air.

The Ghost Face Plague's body was soft and limp, as if it had no substance, like a wisp of gas.

Jiang Chuan's fist pierced through the Ghost Face Plague and struck into nothingness.

"You can't kill me with brute force, kid."

The grotesque face of the Plague Demon spoke to Jiang Chuan with a hint of mockery in its tone.

Its body twisted and turned under Jiang Chuan's fists, but it just couldn't be broken.

Jiang Chuan frowned, realizing that simple physical attacks were ineffective against the Ghost Face Plague.

I began to try to use the spiritual power within my body.

His fingers moved rapidly in the air, forming hand seals, and spiritual energy gathered in his palms, creating complex runes.

These runes shot towards the Ghostface Plague like lightning, each contact triggering a violent explosion.

The Ghost Face Plague's body was constantly deformed during the explosion, but it still resisted stubbornly. Although its shape was twisted, it did not disappear.

"It seems I need greater power."

Jiang Chuan thought to himself as he began to try to mobilize all the spiritual power within his body, including the power that was usually sealed.

As Jiang Chuan's spiritual power continued to rise, a powerful energy surged within his body.

His body began to glow, a radiance emanating from within, brimming with power.

"Now, it's my turn!"

Jiang Chuan's body shot towards the Ghost Face Plague like a cannonball.

This time, his fist was no longer a simple strike, but contained powerful spiritual energy.

The moment Jiang Chuan's fist made contact with the Ghost Face Plague, a huge energy surge erupted.

The Ghost Face Plague vanished instantly in the energy wave, turning into a plume of black smoke.

The Ghost Face Plague, which had disappeared, has reappeared, indicating that current methods of attack are insufficient to eliminate it.

“Let me do it,” Qing Yinyan said.

With Qing Yinyan's resolute declaration, her figure streaked through the air like a streak of light, the first ray of dawn illuminating the battlefield shrouded in the Ghost Face Plague.

The Danqing Sword gleamed in her hand, its blade imbued with the power of the goddess. Each sword aura carried an invisible pressure, pointing directly at the distant ghostly plague.

Qing Yinyan's breathing synchronized with the rhythm of the Goddess Array. Each heartbeat was accompanied by a surge of energy. Her hands moved rapidly in the air, forming hand seals. The ancient runes seemed to come alive as they danced at her fingertips, converging into beams of sacred light.

These beams of light streaked across the night sky like shooting stars, carrying boundless majesty and power, heading straight for the Ghost Face Plague.

The Ghost Face Plague felt an unprecedented threat; its body trembled in the air, and fear was evident on its distorted face.

"What...what's going on? This power...I've never seen anything like it before!"

The voice of the Plague Face was filled with panic.

Qing Yinyan's attacks were like a storm, and the Danqing Sword drew graceful arcs in the air, each swing accompanied by a powerful energy fluctuation.

Her swordsmanship was not only gorgeous but also full of destructive power, with each strike aimed directly at the vital points of the Ghost Face Plague.

Under Qing Yinyan's attack, the Ghost Face Plague began to crack, and its form became fragmented as it was cut by the sword energy.

As Jiang Chuan had predicted, the Ghost Face Plague was not so easy to eradicate.

Just as Qing Yinyan's Danqing Sword was about to strike the Ghost Face Plague, the distorted ghost face suddenly unleashed a powerful backlash.

This force surged in like a tidal wave, engulfing Qing Yinyan's sword energy.

Qing Yinyan was not swayed by this power; her gaze became even more resolute, and with the blessing of the Goddess Array, her body transformed into an invincible goddess.

The Danqing Sword drew even more dazzling streaks of light in the air, clashing head-on with the power of the ghostly plague.

"The power of the goddess shall not be violated!"

Qing Yinyan's voice, like the beating of war drums, echoed across the battlefield, stirring the morale of countless people. Her voice was full of power, capable of penetrating all obstacles and reaching the very heart of the Ghost Face Plague.

As she cried out, the grotesque plague that had been struggling in the air suddenly lost its luster, its shape began to twist and deform, and it was swallowed up by an invisible force.

That power originated from the goddess's power within Qing Yinyan's body; it was as fiery as flames, yet it also carried a sacred purifying power.

The Ghost Face Plague's struggle grew weaker and weaker. Under the power of the goddess, its body gradually dissipated, turning into wisps of black smoke, and finally evaporated completely into nothingness.

This scene shocked everyone present; they had never seen such immense power.

Just as the Ghost Face Plague was about to be completely eradicated, the Danqing Sword suddenly shattered.

The sound of the sword breaking echoed across the battlefield, a declaration that Qing Yinyan's power had reached its limit.

The shattered Danqing Sword did not disappear; a gentle gas emanated from the broken part of the sword.

This wisp of gas emitted a faint fluorescence. It was not a physical entity, yet it possessed the aura of life. It was a messenger from another world, carrying mystery and holiness.

Jiang Chuan's eyes sparkled with surprise. He had come here precisely to find the clone of this spiritual scroll.

He reached out and grabbed it, and the ball of light adhered to his palm, attracted by some invisible force.

Jiang Chuan leaped lightly through the air and landed steadily on the rocks at the summit of the mountain.

The Qing Yinyan fans who maintained the Goddess Magic Array were sent back shortly after the Ghost Face Plague disappeared.

Their figures traced arcs in the air before disappearing into the distant horizon.

As they left, the atmosphere atop the mountain became even more somber, leaving only Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan.

At that moment, they looked at each other without saying a word.

A silent understanding filled the air; their hearts had been closely linked through this battle.

"Thank you, Qing Yinyan."

Jiang Chuan stared intently at Qing Yinyan.

Qing Yinyan smiled slightly, a hint of weariness in his smile, but mostly a sense of relief.

Her eyes were gentle yet firm, as if to say that it was all destined.

"I'm yours from now on, no need to thank me."

Qing Yinyan's words made Jiang Chuan feel dizzy. His mind went blank for a moment, and he couldn't understand how all of this had happened.

He clearly remembered that he already had Li Yi, and Qing Yinyan should be his friend, or his ally in this battle.

Seeing Jiang Chuan's appearance, Qing Yinyan knew something. She gently picked up a strand of her hair, wrapped it around her finger, and then said, "Qing City has seen it all. You have completed the process of marrying me."

Her voice was calm yet firm, recounting a fact that had long been predetermined.

Jiang Chuan frowned, trying hard to recall the battle scene just now. He did hear something, but the sounds echoing in his ears were like calls from another world, vague and distant.

"How...how am I supposed to explain this to Li Yi?" Jiang Chuan tried to use the excuse that he already had a wife to make Qing Yinyan back down, but to his surprise, her will was firm and unshakable. She was willing to pay anything to be with Jiang Chuan, which made Jiang Chuan feel a little awkward.

"Is it difficult to marry two?" Qing Yinyan asked.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Jiang Chuan's face; he hadn't expected Qing Yinyan to bring up the question so directly.

He hesitated for a moment, then answered softly, "Marrying two wives, while not unprecedented in Qing City, is still somewhat... somewhat..."

He didn't finish speaking because he knew that in Qing City, although polygamy was not universally accepted, it was not completely prohibited, especially in certain special circumstances, such as family marriages or for consolidating political alliances.

Qing Yinyan saw through Jiang Chuan's thoughts, her eyes revealing a cunning glint, as if to say that she had already anticipated this.

She smiled slightly and continued, "Is it so hard to marry two? Don't you know that some things are possible if you want them to be?"

Jiang Chuan fell silent. He looked at Qing Yinyan. Her words, though simple, contained a firm belief and a steadfast commitment to her choice.

She realized that Qing Yinyan was not someone who gave up easily and was willing to give everything for her feelings.

"Qing Yinyan, do you know what this means to me?"

Jiang Chuan's voice was low and tinged with helplessness.

Qing Yinyan gently shook her head: "I know, Jiang Chuan, I know this is a difficult decision for you, but do you know what? I'm willing to wait, wait for you to find the answer. If you need time, I will give you time."

Jiang Chuan was surprised that Qing Yinyan would support him like this. He took a deep breath and then slowly said, "Taking two wives is an emotional test for me. I'm afraid that I won't be able to give you both the same love and commitment at the same time."

Qing Yinyan's eyes were firm, her determination surpassing any words. She understood that Jiang Chuan's feelings were complicated and that he needed time to sort out his thoughts.

She didn't want to put more pressure on him at this time, so she decided to give him some space while also letting him feel her support and understanding.

"Jiang Chuan, the way you look now reminds me of the first time we met."

Qing Yinyan's voice was gentle yet powerful, which helped Jiang Chuan relax. "Back then, you were brave and fearless. I believe that your current troubles are only temporary, and you will definitely find your own answers."

Qing Yinyan gently patted his shoulder: "It's okay, Jiang Chuan, you don't need to rush to make a decision. Now, let's go back to my dormitory and get some rest. The answer will be there."

When they stepped into Qing Yinyan's dormitory, Jiang Chuan was immediately attracted by the warm atmosphere inside.

Soft light spilled into every corner, and the delicate patterns embroidered on the sheets shimmered under the light, like some kind of mysterious charm, bringing a sense of peace.

The elegant landscape paintings hanging on the wall, with every stroke revealing a transcendent realm, make one want to stop and admire them.

Qing Yinyan prepared a soft bed for him. The sheets were as light as clouds, making one want to immerse oneself in them as soon as one touched them.

She walked to the bedside, gently patted the mattress, and gestured for Jiang Chuan to come over.

"It's quiet here, perfect for contemplation."

Qing Yinyan spoke softly, her voice like a murmur in the night wind, gentle and soothing.

She sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, hands on her knees, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Jiang Chuan hesitated for a moment, but he knew that Qing Yinyan's intention was good; he wanted to give him a quiet environment so that he could calm down and think.

He slowly walked to the bedside and carefully sat on her lap.

Qing Yinyan gently patted his back, telling him that this was a safe haven he could rely on.

The two bodies were pressed tightly together, and Jiang Chuan felt a sense of security.

In this small space, he can temporarily escape the noise and disturbances of the outside world and focus only on his inner world.

"You don't need to rush into a decision, Jiang Chuan."

Qing Yinyan's voice was gentle: "I know you're feeling complicated right now, but please believe me, time will give you the answer." (End of Chapter)