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

By the time the Crusader base was almost destroyed, people were either dead or had fled, and even the leader had been beheaded.

"Grandpa, you've passed away! We respectfully bid farewell to Grandpa."

The Taoist patriarch dispelled his fighting stance, his aura slowly vanished, and his eyes returned to their dull gray color.

"It's over! I can't believe I didn't die."

"Yeah, you're completely unharmed!"

The speaker was Jiang Chuan. His tone wasn't one of surprise, but rather a mockery. He hadn't expected the old man to be so strong, nor had he expected that the Crusaders were just a disorganized bunch.

"That's all there is to it! It seems you can go back and go find your disciples and grand-disciples."

The Taoist patriarch stood amidst the ruins, the sunset behind him contrasting with his own silhouette on the other side of the river.

"Actually, it wasn't so satisfying after getting revenge. My son is gone forever, forever gone."

Jiang Chuan also went from smiling to silent. The Taoist patriarch was right; that's how things are.

"Why don't we have some wine and some meat?"

Jiang Chuan asked quietly, after all, he was not an older person, and besides, he couldn't possibly persuade such an older person with grand principles.

At this moment, the Taoist patriarch burst into laughter through his tears, his face filled with joy, and his previous sorrow vanished.

"Actually, it's nothing serious, let's just leave it at that! You mentioned drinking and eating meat, and I haven't had a drink in ages. Come to my dojo, we have great wine and meat, hahaha~"

Seeing the old man's happy face, Jiang Chuan felt less guilty, which meant he could continue to complete his mission.

"By the way, what's with this Crusader leader's armor? It's incredibly thick and defensive."

"This armor is no ordinary piece of equipment!"

Jiang Chuan became curious and wanted to know the origin of this armor, especially since such a powerful armor was definitely not something an ordinary person could obtain.

"This leader of the Red Cross isn't very capable, but why does he seem so powerful?"

"You sensed it too, didn't you! This armor was actually forged by Thor!"

Jiang Chuan was taken aback, his face filled with disbelief. Thor, armor—these words sounded both familiar and strange.

The Taoist patriarch began to speak eloquently, showing that old age is indeed an advantage, as one knows more.

"Do you know? There was once a man who was very famous on this continent. As a result, Zeus, the god of the heavens, was jealous and did not want a mortal body to be so powerful. So he sent his son Thor to take his life!"

"Zeus is so petty! Isn't he the father of the gods?!"

"Yes, but he certainly couldn't accept that a human could possess abilities comparable to those of the gods. Thor wasn't as stubborn as his father, but he dared not disobey Zeus's orders, so he began a one-on-one duel with this human."

Jiang Chuan swallowed hard, completely absorbed in the conversation, so much so that he didn't even notice Ling Juan quietly approaching from behind him.

"How could such a thing happen? What happened afterward?!"

"Then, a new scene unfolded, in which Thor made a bet with a human powerhouse: if one of them lost, the loser would give him their strongest magical artifact."

"Thor lost? His strongest artifact is this black armor?"

The Taoist patriarch shook his head, his eyes very serious, and said.

"No, it's not this armor. You're half right. Thor lost. The two were locked in a stalemate until the very last moment. In fact, Thor surrendered in the end because, as a god, he could never defeat a mortal."

"So that's how it is. So even the gods have their own pride!"

The Taoist patriarch nodded, took a sip of the white wine from his gourd, and then continued speaking to the crowd.

"In the end, Thor lost. Normally, he would have Mjolnir, but Mjolnir is not something that ordinary people can use. If the strongest human on Earth takes this hammer, he will not be able to use it and it will be of no value."

Ling Juan was also filled with questions after hearing this.

"Well, a bet's a bet, right? Didn't we agree on the most powerful magical artifact? Are you going to try and fool me with this armor if you don't give me the hammer?!"

"No! Thor has his own thoughts and his own things to do. In particular, those around him know his character. The strongest human refused to accept the hammer and wanted the other party to exchange it for another one. After discussing it with him, Thor finally decided to use Mjolnir to personally forge another artifact as a trophy."

"Is this the black armor?"

The Taoist patriarch nodded, but then changed the subject and began to speak again.

"Actually, this black armor has a particularly powerful enhancement for the strongest human in the landmark!"

"I can see that this is the weapon of the strong. The stronger you are, the more you can unleash the power of this magical artifact."

Jiang Chuan now had a new question, his brows furrowed slightly, and he asked.

"Now that you've explained the origin of the armor, how did it end up in his hands?"

The Taoist patriarch looked into the distance, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

It seems I've touched on something that's bothering him.

"Because! Because of my negligence."

"Your negligence?"

It seems this story goes back a long time, a long time ago, when this armor was passed down from generation to generation.

Unfortunately, the descendants of the strongest humans are getting weaker with each generation, perhaps because their genes have become weaker in the end.

Finally, this armor was given to the son of the Taoist patriarch, so let's call him Brother Dao.

Dao Ge saw that the black armor was being auctioned off, so he also wanted to get his hands on it.

Unfortunately, I don't have much money or connections.

So Dao Ge suggested that after the armor was auctioned off, he would talk to the person who did it and exchange it for his own Taoist peach wood sword.

“Brother, may I exchange my peach wood sword with you? This Taoist peach wood sword is a unique treasure of my Taoist family. There are only two of them. One is guarded at the Taoist temple, and the other is with me.”

At this moment, the person who had just finished the auction turned around, and his face was certainly familiar to everyone. It was the leader of the Red Cross, who had just founded the Red Cross.

They acquired a great deal of wealth, which is why they obtained this black armor based on their financial strength.

"Is this peach wood sword as strong as my armor? Mine was forged by Thor."

Dao Ge nodded and spoke to the leader.

"My peach wood sword was made from the core of an ancient giant tree, personally crafted by my great-grandfather. It contains his essence and blood, and has been passed down through generations of Taoists over many years, making it no ordinary object."

The leader of the Red Cross glanced at it and found that the sword was indeed extraordinary, and the ferocity of it far exceeded the long history of the armor.

If the armor took 500 years to forge, then this peach wood sword is 1,300 years old.

"Great! What a wonderful artifact! Your peach wood sword is absolutely unique in the world. Why would you trade such a fine weapon for my armor?"

The leader of the Red Cross was, after all, a seasoned veteran. He wanted to glean some useful information from the situation, and his eyes had already shifted to his subordinates, instructing them to keep an eye on him.

Dao Ge said sadly, “Actually, our Taoist tradition has been passed down for so long that this sword has long been adapted to the techniques of everyone in the world. In the past, only Taoists could use it, but now anyone can. Moreover, our Taoist temple also has one. If we can get this armor, one sword and one armor, we will be absolutely invincible.”

Dao Ge revealed his innermost thoughts. After all, he was inexperienced in the ways of the world and had only just arrived in this place. He had never seen the dangers of the martial arts world and obviously did not know that the Cross Society was such a powerful and evil organization.

"I see. Would you mind if I used this peach wood sword?"

"of course can."

After saying that, Dao Ge handed over the sword. The leader of the Cross Society held the peach wood sword and instantly felt a powerful aura, and a surge of Dao energy arose spontaneously.

The Crusader leader demonstrated his swordsmanship and instantly fell in love with the sword.

"Brother, your peach wood sword is really something! I absolutely love it!"

Seeing how much the other party liked it, Dao Ge felt that things could be done, so he asked.

"Is our deal possible?"

The Crusader leader suddenly gave a wicked smile and asked.

“I think so too. Imagine if you got this peach wood sword, plus this armor personally crafted by Thor, wouldn’t your combat power increase to a certain level? Especially if you touched the peak of the Heavenly Rank!”

"Yes, brother, how about this, let's write a written contract! That way, both parties can have a proof."

"Let's use this as proof~" The leader's eyes looked strange, and he slowly pulled the peach wood sword back. Dao Ge also noticed something was wrong, so he tried to snatch it away.

"Don't rush! Take it!"

After he finished speaking, his men, who were already unable to contain themselves, pounced on him without saying a word and subdued him.

"You scum! You even tried to kill me to cover your tracks."

"Shut up! If you don't talk, I might spare your life, but if you keep talking nonsense, don't blame me!"

Dao Ge was, after all, the son of the founder of Taoism, and his strength was not that of an ordinary person. His aura directly shook everyone away.

"Give me back my sword, and I might let it go."

Even when facing death, he remains so earnest.

The members of the Red Cross were eager to subdue Dao Ge, and their leader was also wearing the armor he had won at auction and holding a peach wood sword.

And so, the two sides fought for two days and two nights. In the end, Dao Ge was exhausted and had no one to help him, so he was worn out and died in a foreign land.

Finally, the body was ruthlessly abandoned in the wilderness, which was a great tragedy for the old man. His own son died far from home, and he secluded himself for half a year before he could emerge from his grief.

For the past six months, the senior disciple has been in charge, managing the affairs on behalf of the Taoist patriarch.

"And then!"

Jiang Chuan heard the last part and roughly understood what had happened; his eyes were filled with pity for the old man.

"Afterwards, I was so angry that I found the leader of the Crusaders and took back the peach wood sword, but in order to protect my Taoist disciples, I did not retaliate."

Jiang Chuan had already guessed the final outcome, and Ling Juan's eyes also reddened. He couldn't believe that it had been twenty years since the incident, and he was only now getting his revenge.

Losing a child in middle age is a pain that no one can bear.

Ling Juan exhaled. At that moment, a group of people ran over from a distance. Upon closer inspection, they were all wearing yellow Taoist robes.

"They're Taoists, could it be that they've come too?"

"No! I didn't tell anyone. Could it be that my eldest disciple leaked the news?"

The Taoist patriarch was also filled with questions, and at this moment, his disciples were outside the door.

"Master! Why did you come alone? We all have a part in this!"

"That's right, Master, how are we supposed to get revenge if you don't tell us!"

"Luckily, our senior brother told us. How are you? Are you alright?"

Everyone huddled together, embracing the Taoist patriarch and weeping bitterly. Ling Juan and Jiang Chuan also turned away, avoiding looking at them, as this scene was quite difficult to handle.

The next day, the matter was almost resolved. The Crusader base was mostly destroyed, and the valuables were taken away by the Taoists.

Jiang Chuan looked at Ling Juan and said.

"We've acquired a suit of armor this time. Do you want to wear it?"

"You're too weak, so you wear it!"

Jiang Chuan rolled his eyes at Ling Juan and said irritably.

"Okay, I'll wear it then. Take good care of yourself."

Jiang Chuan and Ling Juan discussed leaving tomorrow, and today they heard from the people at the dojo that they should have a meal together.

As a result, the entire dojo was very lively, especially the founder, who was no longer so dejected and whose eyes were full of light.

The Scarlet Witch was resting in her office when she felt a little uneasy. Could something have happened to the Spirit Scroll?

"Why don't you go over there?"

"That's possible. After all, some real experts are gradually emerging."

At this moment, the person talking to Scarlet Witch was the butler. Judging from what Scarlet Witch said, it seems that this butler is no ordinary person.

"Keep an eye on things for me. I'm going to find my sister now. I have a feeling that something big is about to happen on this continent."

Before long, Jiang Chuan and Ling Juan set off, heading towards the library, but they weren't in a hurry.

Since neither of them was currently on a mission, they weren't in a great hurry.

"Do you think Scarlet Witch knew about the value of the Crusader armor all along?"

"Of course, otherwise why would he assign us this task?"

At that moment, Ling Juan suddenly felt a tightness on the back of her scalp!
"Who's there? Who's standing there? Come out here."

"Hahaha~ You guys still managed to find me. Didn't expect that, did you? Here I am again."

A dark figure appeared; the shape was very familiar, seemingly an old friend.

"It's just the two of you today. Watch how I get my revenge. Scarlet Witch isn't here, is she? Die!"

"boom!"

A huge wave came crashing down, but luckily Jiang Chuan and Ling Juan reacted quickly.

The speaker was none other than the sect leader of the Black Dragon Sect. He appeared to have fully recovered from his injuries and seemed even stronger than before. (End of Chapter)