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

The Ghost Face Plague absorbed the mysterious energy from the hidden compartment beneath the spring.

The originally illusory body began to become tangible.

Those empty eyes gleamed with greed and bloodlust, heralding the impending terror.

Seeing this, Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan both understood that it was time for them to make their move.

Jiang Chuan took a deep breath, and an ancient array manual appeared in his hand. He quickly flipped through it, searching for an array that could suppress the Ghost Face Plague.

At the same time, Qing Yinyan summoned his Danqing Sword without hesitation.

The sword emitted a faint blue light, and its blade was covered with complex runes, containing boundless power.

Qing Yinyan gripped the sword hilt with both hands and began to carve strange patterns in front of him.

These patterns were not drawn randomly, but were carefully designed array runes.

As Qing Yinyan carved, a powerful force surged from the Danqing Sword, gradually condensing into beams of light that tightly bound the Ghost Face Plague's body.

The Plague with the Ghost Face felt its body being bound and roared in anger, attempting to break free.

Qing Yinyan's Danqing Sword was no ordinary weapon; the power it condensed was like an invisible chain, firmly binding the Ghost Face Plague's body and rendering it unable to move.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Chuan immediately set up the necessary suppressing materials for the formation around him, including various spirit stones, talismans, and formation materials.

In Jiang Chuan's hands, these suppressing objects seemed to come alive, gradually integrating into the formation according to his will.

As the suppressing object was incorporated, the array manual in Jiang Chuan's hand began to emit a dazzling light.

He muttered incantations, reciting the array spells from the manual.

These incantations, like musical notes, echoed in the air, resonating with the object being suppressed, and gradually forming a massive array.

This formation is called Ghost Face Appendix. It can suppress the power of the Ghost Face Plague to a minimum, preventing it from exerting its true strength.

"Spread it," Jiang Chuan said.

As he finished speaking, the knots constructed by the Ghost Face Appendix began to take effect. The intricate array lines spread out like blood vessels, tightly enveloping the Ghost Face Plague.

An invisible force surged like a tide, tightly binding the body of the Ghost Face Plague.

It struggled, trying to break free from the shackles of this power, but each attempt was like hitting an invisible wall. Whenever its body came into contact with the magic circle formed by the ghost mask appendage, it would involuntarily tremble and then be pulled back to the center by a mysterious force.

The Ghost Face Plague was trapped inside, its originally hideous face now appearing somewhat distorted, its eyes filled with pain and anger.

It roared angrily, but its voice sounded weak and powerless within the array of the Ghost Face appendix.

Within the magic circle, lightning and sparks intertwined, as the most violent elements in the world roared angrily.

Each lightning bolt left a charred mark on the Ghostface Plague's body, and each spark caused it a sharp, piercing pain.

It tried to destroy the magic circle that bound it with its powerful strength, but the power of the Ghost Face Appendix was too great, and every attack it made was like throwing a mud ox into the sea, having no effect whatsoever.

The Ghost Face Plague's body kept colliding within the magic circle, each impact weakening it further.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, with only the sounds of lightning and sparks exploding within the magic circle echoing continuously.

Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan stood aside, knowing that as long as the power of the Ghost Face Plague was suppressed, they would have a chance to find a way to defeat it.

The Ghost Face Plague struggled within the magic circle for a long time, but ultimately it could not escape the shackles of the Ghost Face Appendix.

"Now you know how powerful I am," Jiang Chuan said.

When Ghostface Plague heard Jiang Chuan's words, a hint of disdain flashed in its eyes, but it also knew that Jiang Chuan was not the kind of person who would be easily provoked.

It snorted coldly and replied, "You think your little tricks can trap me? If you're really capable, then break this barrier and let us fight one-on-one in a fair and square manner."

Jiang Chuan's laughter echoed within the magic circle, his voice tinged with confidence: "A one-on-one duel? Do you think I'm a fool? Do you think I don't know where your weaknesses are? This barrier isn't something that can be easily broken, and besides, why should I give you a chance?"

As he spoke, Jiang Chuan stepped into the array of the Ghost Face Appendix.

His figure appeared exceptionally resolute in the light of the array. Suddenly, a long sword appeared in his hand, its blade radiating golden light, and a lifelike dragon pattern was carved on the hilt.

"Dragon's Roar Sword!" Ghost Face Plague's eyes flashed with fear when he saw the sword.

This sword is no ordinary object, but a treasure of Jiangchuan, rumored to contain powerful dragon energy.

With a deafening dragon's roar, the Dragon Roar Sword in Jiang Chuan's hand instantly resonated with the power of the array formations from all directions.

The air around the sword began to distort, and a powerful energy wave surged from the sword, instantly forming streaks of sword energy within the magic array.

As Jiang Chuan swung his sword, the Dragon Roar Sword sliced ​​through the air, a dazzling sword light flashing across the magic array, aiming to cleave everything in its path in two.

Wherever the sword light passed, the array nodes of the Ghost Face appendage began to vibrate violently, and some nodes even emitted a piercing cracking sound because they could not withstand the impact of the sword energy.

"What...what's going on?" Ghost Face Plague exclaimed in shock. It had never seen such powerful sword energy before, which could directly erode its soul.

Jiang Chuan's cold laugh carried a hint of mockery as his eyes were fixed on the Ghost Face Plague.

The Dragon Roar Sword in his hand danced like a living thing, each swing accompanied by a dragon's roar. The sword light was like rain, dense and sharp, aiming to completely engulf the Ghost Face Plague.

"You think you're the only one with weapons?" Ghostface Plague's voice was deep.

With its roar, a powerful aura erupted from its body, and a huge shield suddenly appeared in front of it.

The shield emitted a faint blue light and was covered with complex runes. These runes formed an invisible shield on the surface of the shield, resisting the sword energy of Jiangchuan Dragon's Roar Sword.

The edge of the shield was inlaid with several gleaming gems that shone brightly in the darkness.

Faced with Jiang Chuan's sword energy, the shield blocked it all without being at a disadvantage.

The sword clashed with the shield, producing a series of booming metallic sounds and sparks flying, but Ghostface Plague's shield remained as steady as a mountain, without the slightest tremor.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Chuan was surprised that the Ghost Face Plague had such a trump card. However, he did not panic; instead, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

This is a good opportunity to test my swordsmanship.

"Dragon's Roar Sword, break!" Jiang Chuan shouted, his swordsmanship becoming even more ferocious. The sword light surged like a tide, forming a net of swords that firmly trapped the Ghost Face Plague and its shield.

Every sword aura in the sword net contains immense power, and every strike is aimed directly at the vital point of the Ghost Face Plague.

Under the attack of the sword net, the shield of the Ghost Face Plague began to crack, and the shimmering gems gradually dimmed.

It knew that if things continued like this, its shield would be completely destroyed, and it would be exposed to Jiang Chuan's sword.

"It's time to end this," Jiang Chuan thought to himself. His swordsmanship became even more swift, the sword light flashing like lightning, instantly breaking through the shield's defense.

A flicker of pain crossed the face of the Ghost Plague. It raised its shield again, but Jiang Chuan's sword had already pierced its body like lightning.

"No!" The Ghost-Faced Plague let out a shrill scream as its body turned into a wisp of black smoke amidst the sword energy.

But its indomitable vitality allowed it to instantly recover to its original state; its recovery system gave it a glimmer of hope.

The Ghost Face Plague's body struggled and reformed within the black lightning of the magic circle, but each attempt was shattered and destroyed by the power of the magic circle.

Its body exploded repeatedly in the air, scattering ashes all over the ground, but each grain of ashes contained its will and power.

At this moment, Qing Yinyan, who was standing to the side, saw this scene and said, "Jiang Chuan, you can't kill it. If you kill it, those Qing City citizens who are possessed will also die."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chuan stopped what he was doing, looked at Qing Yinyan, and asked, "So what should we do next?"

"There's only one way to remove the Ghost Face Plague from the control of those citizens right now," Qing Yinyan said.

Jiang Chuan looked at the now-ash-white plague face, frowned, and said, "I'll give it a try."

He raised the ashes in his hand and whispered to the air, "Release those people from their control. I swear on my life that I will not harm you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a piercing laugh suddenly came from the ashes of the Ghost Face Plague: "Haha, who do you think you are? You think I'll let those people go just because of a few words? What do you take me for? A toy?"

Jiang Chuan's face turned ashen; he felt the mockery and disdain of the Ghost Face Plague.

He took a deep breath to remain calm, but the anger inside him was quietly burning.

"Since we're all going to die anyway, do you think I'll listen to you?" The ashes that the Ghost Face Plague had turned into emitted an even sharper voice, as it reveled in Jiang Chuan's suffering.

Jiang Chuan gripped the ashes tightly, his eyes hardening.

Unable to be swayed by the words of the Ghost Face Plague, he spoke again: "Even if you are unwilling, I will do my best to save them. Listen, I, Jiang Chuan, never give up easily, and today is no exception."

His words were filled with determination. He turned and walked toward the magic circle, beginning to look for other possible solutions.

Just then, a sudden voice broke the surrounding silence. The voice came from the depths of Jiang Chuan's heart, and seemed to come from a distant, unknown world: "I have a way."

When Jiang Chuan heard this voice, his heart trembled, as if a bolt of lightning had ripped through the dark night sky.

He knew that this was the awakening of a dormant scroll in his memory, an ancient scroll containing powerful magical knowledge and combat techniques.

This scroll was once his mentor.

For some mysterious reason, it had been in a state of dormancy until now, when it chose to awaken.

Jiang Chuan immediately stopped and opened the memory.

With a soft sound, Lingjuan's palm-sized body leaped out and landed lightly on his shoulder.

Lingjuan stretched, appearing somewhat languid, but a hint of excitement shone in its eyes: "Since the Ghost Face Plague is unwilling to speak, it proves that the suffering it has endured is not enough. You just need to increase the severity of its punishment."

Jiang Chuan raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at the spirit scroll with a heart full of doubt.

He hadn't expected Ling Juan to make such a suggestion, but it certainly sounded exciting.

“What should I do? This ghost face plague is so powerful, I can feel its power constantly eroding me,” Jiang Chuan said.

Ling Juan leaned forward slightly: "Jiang Chuan, your intuition is right. The power of the Ghost Face Plague is indeed not to be underestimated, but its weakness lies in its greed and fear. The reason it was able to possess the citizens of Qing City is because it craves immortality and power, but deep down, it is still afraid of death and loss."

Jiang Chuan nodded, understanding Ling Juan's words, but he still didn't have a concrete plan of action in mind: "Then, what should I do? How can I use its weaknesses to fight it?"

Ling Juan closed her eyes slightly as she pondered: "First, you need to find a spell that can reach the depths of the Ghost Face Plague's soul. This spell must be powerful enough to penetrate its defenses and reach its core. At the same time, you need to prepare some special materials that can enhance the power of the spell and have a special restraining effect on the Ghost Face Plague."

Jiang Chuan's attention was drawn to Ling Juan's words, and he began to ask for specific details: "What are these materials? Where do I need to find them?"

Ling Juan slowly began to list a series of rare herbs, ancient gems, and mysterious runes: "You need to go to the ancient library in Qing City, where records of these materials are kept."

Jiang Chuan said, "I will set off immediately. As for magic, can you teach me how to cast it?"

Ling Juan opened her eyes: "I can teach you the basic methods of casting, but true magic requires your own understanding and practice. Remember, magic is not just about skills, but also about cultivating the mind. You need to stay calm, concentrate, and establish a connection with the magical elements."

Jiang Chuan nodded, stretched out his hand, and with a gentle wave, an invisible energy enveloped the still struggling Ghost Face Plague, then stored it in a small memory.

This memory can temporarily seal powerful magical creatures, preventing them from escaping before they are ready.

“Let’s go to the Qing City Ancient Library,” Jiang Chuan said, turning to Qing Yinyan.

The two walked side by side through the dilapidated streets of Qing City, their figures standing out conspicuously under the dim streetlights.

After two hours of walking, night had fallen, but their pace did not slow down.

The library is located on the other side of the city, quite a distance from their area.

The buildings on both sides of the street looked old and dilapidated, with moss climbing on the walls and worn-out curtains hanging in the windows, giving off a desolate feeling.

Finally, as night fell, they arrived at the already dilapidated library. (End of Chapter)