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

Jiang Chuan and Yu Youwei found an empty seat and sat down. The table was full of steaming hot food.

Jiang Chuan picked up his bowl and chopsticks, only to find that Yu Youwei looked indifferent, seemingly unconcerned about the impending attack.

"Miss Yu, you don't seem worried about the Sun family's assassins?" Jiang Chuan couldn't help but ask.

Yu Youwei smiled slightly and said confidently, "What's the use of worrying? Kill them when they come. I want to see just how capable they are."

Looking into Yu Youwei's determined eyes, Jiang Chuan couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration.

This seemingly delicate woman actually possesses extraordinary courage and strength.

Meanwhile, in the darkness outside the post station, assassins from the Sun family of Yucheng were quietly approaching.

Dressed in black night clothes, they blended into the darkness like a group of ghosts.

The lead assassin, with cold eyes and a sharp dagger gripped tightly in his hand, gave a low command: "Remember, the target is the wagon transporting the medicinal herbs. Once you succeed, retreat immediately."

The assassins nodded and moved lightly toward the post station. Using the cover of the wind and snow, they gradually approached the post station's walls.

Inside the post station, Yu Youwei returned to her room, took a guqin from the zither shelf, and gently placed it on the table.

She slowly sat down, extended her slender fingers, and gently plucked the strings. A melodious piano tune immediately filled the room, like a clear spring flowing through the air.

Jiang Chuan stood on the top floor of the post station, looking down at his surroundings. He gripped his longsword tightly in his hand, his eyes wary.

The wind howled, mingling with Yu Youwei's zither music, echoing in the night sky.

Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound broke the silence.

"Oh no, it's a rain of arrows!" Jiang Chuan was startled as countless arrows shot towards the post station like meteors.

"Clang clang clang!" A dense barrage of arrows struck the walls, doors, and windows of the post station, making crisp sounds.

After the first volley of arrows, several screams were heard from inside the post station, as some soldiers had been hit by arrows.

However, Yu Youwei's zither music did not stop. As she played, the music transformed into an invisible force, forming a barrier above the post station.

The arrows struck the barrier and fell, unable to advance even an inch further.

Jiang Chuan also displayed his superb swordsmanship at this moment.

He flashed like a black lightning bolt, moving swiftly across the top floor of the post station.

With each swing of his longsword, streaks of cold light flashed, deflecting the arrows aimed at him.

The Jade City assassins did not stop after their first attack failed. They continued their assault, raining down wave after wave of arrows upon the post station.

The soldiers guarding the post station quickly raised their shields to fend off the rain of arrows.

"I can't just sit here and take this beating!" Jiang Chuan thought to himself. He seized the opportunity, leaped from the top floor of the post station, and charged towards the assassins. His figure weaved through the wind and snow, as if he were in an empty field.

With each swing of the sword, an assassin fell.

After the third volley of arrows, the Jade City assassins felt their time had come. With a shout, they charged towards the post station. Their target was the wagons transporting medicinal herbs.

Just then, the environment around the post station suddenly changed drastically.

A fierce wind arose, making the already intense snowstorm even more violent.

Snowstorm tornadoes formed around the post station, instantly destroying its doors and windows and even overturning some carriages.

Chaos erupted among the people inside the post station. However, Yu Youwei's zither music grew even more passionate.

Her hands danced rapidly across the strings, and the three-part melody, like a roaring dragon, swept towards the raging wind.

Under Yu Youwei's zither music, the gale gradually subsided, and the blizzard tornado dissipated. Everyone in the inn breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

Taking advantage of the assassins being affected by the strong wind, Jiang Chuan became even more ferocious. The long sword in his hand gleamed coldly as he charged left and right among the assassins, leaving a trail of blood wherever he went.

After a brief period of calm, the post stations in the Yucheng region were once again ignited by the flames of war.

Under the cover of a raging blizzard, the assassins of the Sun family of Yucheng launched a second surprise attack on the post station.

Their objective was clear: to seize the wagons transporting medicinal herbs. By hijacking or destroying these herbs, they could deal a heavy blow to the Heyang Imperial Workshop and thus influence the entire war situation.

The assassins surged in like a black tide, instantly surrounding the post station.

The leading experts quickly formed a formation and unleashed their magic. Four walls of wind rose from the ground and rapidly advanced towards the area where the medicine carts were parked, intending to isolate the carts from the guards inside the post station so that they could hijack them.

However, they underestimated Yu Youwei's strength. Yu Youwei stood atop the inn's pavilion, overlooking the battle below, her eyes showing no sign of panic.

She parted her lips slightly, chanted an incantation, and quickly formed hand seals, emanating a powerful aura from her body.

With her movement, the once unstoppable four walls of wind crumbled instantly, turning into invisible air currents and dissipating into the air.

The assassins were all astonished upon seeing this; they had never expected that this seemingly frail woman would possess such powerful Taoist arts.

"This is bad! This woman's strength is unfathomable. We've probably kicked a hornet's nest!" one of the assassins exclaimed in a low voice.

"What's the panic! We'll disguise ourselves as wandering swordsmen. Even if we fail, they can't do anything to us. We must complete the mission today, no matter what!" another assassin said viciously.

Without further hesitation, the assassins drew their blades and engaged in fierce close combat with the cavalry and mercenaries of the city lord's mansion.

The cramped post station instantly descended into chaos, with shouts of battle and the clashing of weapons mingling together in a chaotic and brutal scene. Blood spread across the snow, turning the pristine white ground crimson.

Jiang Chuan moved like a black lightning bolt during the battle, traversing the battlefield.

With his keen intuition, he instantly identified the key figure in the Sun family of Jade City—the black-robed Taoist.

This man was the commander of this assassination operation. He possessed unfathomable Taoist skills, and under his command, the assassins' attacks were highly organized and methodical.

"We can't let him continue commanding!" Jiang Chuan thought to himself, and without hesitation, he rushed towards the black-robed Taoist.

He circulated the Azure Wood True Qi within his body and simultaneously unleashed the Daoist secret technique "Qi Fortune Mountains and Rivers." In an instant, his entire body burst into flames, transforming him into a gigantic fireman who, accompanied by rolling heat waves, lunged towards the black-robed Daoist.

Upon seeing this, the black-robed Taoist snorted coldly, brandished his snow blade, and unleashed the Taoist technique "Snow Blade Frenzy".

Countless icy blade energies surged from the snow blade in his hand, crashing towards Jiang Chuan's fireman like a raging tide.

Fire and ice collided in mid-air, producing a violent roar, and the powerful energy fluctuations caused those around them to stagger.

Under the onslaught of the snow blade frenzy, Jiang Chuan's fire man gradually became unable to withstand it, the flames began to flicker, and he was eventually completely defeated by the icy blade energy.

Jiang Chuan's figure was revealed, his face slightly pale, but his eyes were resolute, showing no sign of backing down. "Boy, you have some skill, but you're no match for me!" The black-robed Taoist sneered, swinging his snow blade again, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Jiang Chuan.

However, Jiang Chuan did not give up. He took a deep breath, raised his bladeless sword high, and his sword energy surged wildly within him.

"Boundless Sword!" he roared, and a dazzling sword aura burst forth from the tip of the sword, carrying a world-destroying momentum, slashing towards the black-robed Taoist.

The black-robed Taoist's expression changed slightly; he sensed the immense power contained within that sword strike.

He quickly swung his snow knife, trying to block the fierce sword strike.

However, the sword energy was too powerful, and cracks appeared on the snow blade under its impact. In the end, the sword energy severed the snow blade and struck the black-robed Taoist directly.

The black-robed Taoist priest was unable to dodge in time and was struck by the sword energy, resulting in a long wound on his chest from which blood gushed out.

He staggered back a few steps, his eyes filled with shock and resentment.

At the same time, Jiangchuan spotted Yucheng in the midst of the battle.

This person is directing the assassins' actions from the rear. If they can kill him, it will definitely disrupt the assassins' formation.

Jiang Chuan seized the opportunity, his figure flashing as he charged towards Commander Yu Cheng. Commander Yu Cheng was greatly alarmed upon seeing Jiang Chuan approaching and hurriedly ordered the assassins around him to defend against him.

But Jiang Chuan's swordsmanship was superb; he charged left and right through the crowd as if it were empty.

The bladeless sword in his hand gleamed with a cold light, and with each swing, an assassin fell.

Finally, Jiang Chuan stood before Commander Yu Cheng.

Commander Yucheng looked at Jiang Chuan in terror and tried to escape, but Jiang Chuan would not give him the chance.

With a gentle flick of his bladeless sword, a flash of sword energy appeared, and Commander Yucheng's eyes widened as he slowly collapsed.

The black-robed Taoist was enraged to see Commander Yu Cheng killed. Ignoring his injuries, he brandished his whisk and attacked Jiang Chuan.

Wherever the whisk went, it stirred up a gust of wind, swirling up the snow and debris on the ground.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Chuan quickly used the "Mountain Moving Seal".

He swiftly formed hand seals, and the beam above the inn's gate slowly loosened, then, under his control, slammed down towards the black-robed Taoist. Unable to dodge in time, the black-robed Taoist was struck by the beam and let out a scream.

He struggled to climb out from under the beam, but by then he was seriously injured and unable to fight anymore.

Throughout the entire battle, Yu Youwei remained standing on the pavilion of the post station, quietly observing the battle situation.

Her gaze was calm and profound, as if everything was under her control. Her maid Qing'er and Uncle Long were also standing by, ready to follow her orders at any time.

"Miss, should we intervene?" Qing'er asked, watching the fierce battle below.

Yu Youwei shook her head slightly, "It's not time yet. Young Master Jiang has already demonstrated extraordinary strength, and this battle is a rare opportunity for him to gain experience. We just need to ensure his safety at crucial moments."

The post station in Yucheng was like an isolated island amidst the swirling snow, shrouded in layers of smoke from the war.

The battle between Jiang Chuan and the black-robed Taoist had entered a fierce stage, with both sides exchanging deadly blows.

The black-robed Taoist was caught off guard by Jiang Chuan's surprise attack and was briefly in a predicament.

However, this old Taoist was, after all, a master of the Sun family of Yucheng, with profound knowledge and skills. At the critical moment of life and death, he suddenly shouted and used the Taoist technique "Stealing Stars and Changing the Sun".

In an instant, a strange light flashed, and the black-robed Taoist in front of Jiang Chuan turned into a wooden doppelganger, while the real black-robed Taoist had already disappeared.

"Not good!" Jiang Chuan thought to himself, glancing around warily.

Just then, he felt a sudden chill run through him, and thirteen shadow clones appeared out of thin air, surrounding him completely. Each clone exuded an aura similar to the black-robed Taoist's true form, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

"Boy, prepare to die!" The voice of the black-robed Taoist came from all directions, sending chills down everyone's spine.

Immediately afterwards, the thirteen clones simultaneously brandished their whisks, unleashing a barrage of sharp sword energy that swept towards Jiang Chuan like a storm.

Jiang Chuan's expression was solemn as he rapidly wielded the Huangshan Sword in his hand, attempting to withstand the overwhelming attack.

"Clang clang clang..." The dense collision sounds were endless. Jiang Chuan felt his arms getting heavier and heavier. Every time he blocked a sword aura, it was as if he was bearing a thousand pounds of force.

Soon, the Huangshan sword in his hand could no longer bear the weight, and it was slashed with sword energy, with cracks appearing on the blade.

"Pfft!" Jiang Chuan was ultimately unable to completely withstand this wave of attack. He spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward by the sword energy.

At this moment, he was dressed in rags, covered in wounds, and in a precarious situation.

In his desperate situation, Jiang Chuan felt a powerful force surging within him.

The Xuanhuang Dragon Qi that had been dormant deep within his body seemed to have been stimulated and was instantly activated.

His eyes instantly turned golden, and a surge of primordial energy enveloped his entire body like a turbulent tide, forming a solid defensive barrier.

"Drink!" Jiang Chuan roared, drawing upon the power of the Xuanhuang Dragon Qi to unleash a powerful sword strike. This strike contained immense power, its momentum unstoppable, instantly annihilating the thirteen shadow clones surrounding him.

However, before Jiang Chuan could even breathe a sigh of relief, he discovered that the black-robed Taoist's true form was not among these clones.

"Watch out!" Yu Youwei's shout came from afar. Jiang Chuan was startled and instinctively turned around, only to see a blazing sword aura of fire rushing towards him and Yu Youwei.

This sword energy was incredibly powerful; wherever it passed, the air was ignited, producing a sizzling sound.

At this critical moment, Yu Youwei finally made her move.

Holding a paper umbrella, she gracefully floated to Jiang Chuan's side. With a gentle wave of the umbrella, a soft yet powerful force surged forth, easily neutralizing the fiery sword energy.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Youwei's figure flashed, and she rushed towards the black-robed Taoist like a ghost.

Seeing Yu Youwei's fierce approach, the black-robed Taoist was greatly alarmed and quickly used his Taoist magic to defend himself.

But Yu Youwei's strength far exceeded his expectations. As she danced, the paper umbrella in her hand emitted mysterious rays of light, deflecting the black-robed Taoist's attacks one by one.

Suddenly, Yu Youwei flicked her wrist, and a gleaming sword—Autumn Water—popped out from the handle of her paper umbrella.

Holding the Autumn Water Sword, she stabbed at the black-robed Taoist with lightning speed.

Before the black-robed Taoist could react, the Autumn Water Sword pierced his chest.

His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief, as if he couldn't believe he had been defeated by this woman until his dying breath. (End of Chapter)