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

Jiang Chuan stared at the jade pendant in his palm when he suddenly heard Pei Guoguo mutter, "Actually, Master didn't send a message at all. I just saw you being surrounded and looked pitiful..."

Lin Xiao quickly covered her mouth, his ears turning red: "Senior Brother Jiang, please don't mind her, she's always been outspoken."

"Thank you both for helping me out." Jiang Chuan put the jade token into his storage bag, the scabbard of his bladeless sword brushing against Pei Guoguo's braid.

"Zuowang Peak... I've heard of it. It specializes in accepting disciples who cultivate the Wufeng Sword?"

"Yeah yeah!"

Pei Guoguo's eyes lit up, "Peak Master always says 'A sword without an edge has no boundaries,' which matches your 'Sword One, Boundless' perfectly!"

She suddenly remembered something, and pulled a brocade pouch from her waist. "Here you go, the Great Rejuvenation Pill, for treating internal injuries. It works faster than the Supreme Pill."

As dusk fell, the drill ground quieted down, and the stone lanterns lit up one by one.

When Jiang Chuan returned to his dormitory, only the last vestiges of orange-red remained on the horizon.

He took off his blood-stained blue shirt, and the mirror reflected the bruises on his chest; the wounds were still bleeding.

The meridians that had been injured by Wang Han's sword energy were still throbbing with pain.

Sitting cross-legged on the bamboo mat, Jiang Chuan took out the Great Rejuvenation Pill given to him by Pei Guoguo.

The pill melted upon entering the mouth, transforming into a warm current that flowed into the Purple Palace, causing a tingling, itchy sensation in the severed meridians.

The jade pendant of the nine-colored deer at his waist was burning hot, and its illusory image appeared, licking the wound on his palm. "Thank you."

He touched the deer's head, and the phantom image turned into green light and merged into his body.

With his injuries slightly healed, Jiang Chuan took out the Spirit Void Shield Armor given to him by Emperor Daizong.

This is a small bronze shield with flowing cloud patterns engraved on the edge, and it feels warm to the touch.

He bit his fingertip and dripped blood onto it. Suddenly, the shield emitted a faint light, which transformed into a stream of light that entered his brow and sank into the sea of ​​suffering in his dantian.

With eyes closed and mind focused inward, I saw a shield floating above the sea of ​​suffering, turning at will.

It could actually transform into half a suit of armor covering his body, and the sound of metal clashing echoed in his mind.

"Good stuff." Jiang Chuan muttered to himself, his fingers forming a hand seal, and the shield transformed back into a wrist guard, wrapping around his wrist.

Thinking of Wang Han's Azure Lotus Sword Formation, he suddenly felt that with this Spirit Void Shield Armor, he might have a better chance of winning the next duel.

The chirping of insects came from outside the window; it was already midnight.

Jiang Chuan took out the "Great Sun Golden Wheel Sword Manual". As soon as the jade slip touched his brow, golden light surged into his sea of ​​consciousness.

The sword manual begins with the "Nine Forms of the Golden Wheel," each form accompanied by a phantom image of a sword move. Amidst the flowing golden light, it seems as if the sun is blazing overhead. "First Form, The Rising Sun..."

He silently memorized the sword technique, then traced it with his fingertips on the bamboo mat. Suddenly, the bladeless sword trembled slightly, and similar patterns appeared on the surface of the scabbard.

Before I knew it, the sky outside the window was beginning to lighten.

Jiang Chuan rubbed his aching temples. He had already read the fifth move of the sword manual, and the golden wheel phantom in his mind was still spinning.

Just as he was about to close his eyes to rest, he suddenly heard a loud knocking on the door. The wooden door slammed shut with a sword hilt, leaving a dent.

"Who?" Jiang Chuan paused slightly, and the Spirit Void Shield Armor transformed into a wrist guard that wrapped around his forearm. The scabbard of the Edgeless Sword trembled in the corner.

The knocking sounded again, louder than before, and the door frame creaked under the strain. Clearly, the intruder had used some finesse, intending to give the person inside a hard time.

The person who pushed open the door was a young man in gray clothes. He had a jade pendant at his waist engraved with the pattern of the Crimson Sun Peak, but he deliberately left his collar open, revealing half of a gold chain with a coiled dragon pattern.

He glanced at the sword manual on Jiang Chuan's lap: "You are Jiang Chuan?"

Without waiting for a reply, he kicked away the bamboo stool beside him, sending wood chips flying onto the sword manual.

Jiang Chuan put down the jade slip: "What brings you here so late at night?"

The voice was calm, yet carried a chilling undertone.

The gray-clad youth reached out to grab the jade box on the table, his fingertips just touching the light emanating from the Supreme Pill.

Suddenly, he felt a tightness around his wrist as a sword aura swept across him, and his sleeve tore open with a "hiss".

"You've got some nerve." The gray-clad youth withdrew his hand, his sinister gaze falling on the bladeless sword at Jiang Chuan's waist.
"I am Zhao Weiyuan, the prince of the Great Yan Dynasty, and I have come today to collect the reward from your mountain gate assembly."

He patted the gold chain at his waist, and the red sunstone inlaid on the chain suddenly lit up.
"Hand over the Supreme Pill, the Spirit Void Shield Armor, and the Great Sun Golden Wheel Sword Manual obediently, and this prince will spare your life."

Jiang Chuan raised an eyebrow: "Oh? According to the rules of the immortal sect, the winner takes all. What right do others have to ask for it?"

He ran his fingertips along his wrist guards, the cloud-patterned armor flickering in the candlelight.
"Moreover, as a disciple of Chiyang Peak, you should know what the crime of 'fellow disciples stealing from each other' is."

"Don't try to intimidate me with the rules of the immortal sects!"

Zhao Weiyuan suddenly roared, and a gilded short sword appeared in his palm, its blade engraved with the emblem of the Yan royal family.

"When your father raised the banner of rebellion in Handan, did he ever follow any rules? Does the descendant of a traitor even deserve to receive the Supreme Pill?"

The candlelight in the room dimmed slightly.

Jiang Chuan's pupils contracted, and the light on his wristband suddenly brightened: "So you've come for the old story."

He took a half step forward, the scabbard of his bladeless sword brushing against the table. "Whether my father rebelled or not, the Ministry of Justice of Yan will have its own judgment. But your rampage in the Immortal Sect at this moment is a violation of the sect's rules."

Zhao Weiyuan's short sword flashed with blood, its tip pointing directly at Jiang Chuan's throat: "Conclusion? The conclusion of my Great Yan royal family, is it your place to question it?"

He suddenly sneered, "I heard you used the jade amplification of the Nine-Colored Deer in the competition. That spirit deer was raised by my royal uncle back then..."

"when."

Before he could finish speaking, the window frame was suddenly cleaved open by sword energy. The cold light of the Taihua Sword reflected off Jiang Wei's green robe and was held three inches in front of Zhao Weiyuan's neck.

Jiang Wei's voice was icy: "Zhao Weiyuan, wasn't it enough that you caused trouble in the training ground? Now you have to go and cause trouble in other people's rooms?"

He flicked his wrist, and the lightning on the Taihua Sword crackled. "Don't forget, your Chiyang Peak's Youth Preservation Pill still needs my Taihua Peak's lightning and fire tempering."

Zhao Weiyuan's neck muscles tensed, and the gilded short sword clattered to the ground: "Jiang Wei, how dare you! I am..."

"What?"

The door opened again, and Chen Feng stood in the doorway, holding the sword box, the Tianzhu Peak token at his waist gleaming faintly.

"Master Daizong just said that any inner disciples who engage in private fights will be confined to their quarters for three months."

He glanced at the mess on the floor, then his gaze fell on the sword manual on Jiang Chuan's lap. "Brother Zhao, if you wish to spar, I'll accompany you at the martial arts arena tomorrow. Why bother barging into someone's room so late at night?"

Zhao Weiyuan's face alternated between pale and flushed. Suddenly, he bent down, picked up the short sword, and wiped his fingertips on the hilt.

"Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings."

He looked at Jiang Chuan and forced a stiff smile, "This prince has only heard of Junior Brother Jiang's superb swordsmanship and has come to learn a thing or two..."

"Want to learn from you?"

Jiang Chuan sneered, his fingertips tracing the "Great Sun Golden Wheel Sword Manual," "You came in and immediately tried to steal my reward, bringing up old stories from Handan right off the bat. What kind of challenge is this?"

He suddenly remembered something, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Weiyuan's gold chain, "I heard that your brother Zhao Dun is in charge of the army in the southern region, and seems to have some complaints about the allocation of grain and provisions in Handan."
The struggle for the crown prince in the Yan Kingdom should not be brought into the realm of immortals.

Zhao Weiyuan's pupils contracted sharply, and the Crimson Sun Stone on the gold chain shattered with a "bang," sparks splattering onto the back of his hand: "You..."

"enough."

Chen Feng raised his hand, causing the sword case to vibrate slightly. "Brother Zhao, if you have nothing else, please leave. Junior Brother Jiang will be going to Tianzhu Peak with Uncle Daizong tomorrow, so he probably won't have time to catch up with you." He turned to Jiang Chuan and nodded, flicking a talisman from his sleeve to sweep the wood chips and broken sword sheaths on the ground into a pile. "It's late, get some rest."

Zhao Weiyuan stared at Chen Feng's sword box and suddenly remembered that it was the "Cloud Sea Sword Box" of the inner disciples of Tianzhu Peak, which could hold ten thousand swords.

He knocked over the candlestick as he turned, flames spreading across the bamboo mat, but he was too lazy to look back.
"Jiang Chuan, you'd better think this through. The debts owed to Yan will be settled sooner or later."

Zhao Weiyuan's footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor. Chen Feng suddenly took two steps forward and tapped the door frame with his fingertips.

The broken wooden door creaked under its own weight: "Junior Brother Jiang, do you know that this Zhao Weiyuan is a disciple of the inner sect, Panlong Peak?"

His voice was deep, and the Tianzhu Peak badge at his waist gleamed faintly. "The Panlong Peak Master is the most protective of his own."

Years ago, his cousin broke three of someone's ribs at the martial arts training ground, and was only punished with half a month of fasting.

Jiang Chuan wiped the scorch marks off the sword manual, and as he looked up, the Spirit Void Shield on his wrist guards blocked the candlelight.
"Thank you for the reminder, Senior Brother Chen."

He traced the flowing cloud pattern on the edge of the shield with his fingertips, and suddenly chuckled, "However, when he made his move just now, his aura carried the sweet and pungent smell of poison backlash."

It seems he used the 'Blazing Sun Pill' from Crimson Sun Peak to forcibly advance his cultivation level, leaving his foundation extremely weak.

Jiang Wei leaned against the window, the lightning of the Taihua Sword reflecting off his pale face: "It's troublesome when someone's foundation is weak; these kinds of people are best at stabbing people in the back."

He suddenly flicked his sleeve, and a bolt of lightning struck the sycamore tree outside the window, startling several night birds.

"Once we enter the inner sect tomorrow, the three of us should ideally go in and out together. My Taihua Peak's Thunderfire Sword Formation is the best counter to this kind of unorthodox method."

Before she could finish speaking, the wooden door was suddenly pushed open, and Sun Qi rushed in carrying a medicine box, the jade pendant on her braid jingling.

"Jiang Chuan! I heard a noise..."

She looked at the mess on the ground, her nose wrinkling. "Has someone come looking for trouble again?"

"Small things."

Jiang Chuan took the wound medicine she handed him, his fingertips touching the ice cracks on the bottle.

"Some fool tried to break down the door last night, but Senior Brother Chen and Brother Jiang have already chased him away."

He pointed to the bladeless sword in the corner, the scorch marks on the scabbard faintly visible in the candlelight, "It's a pity that Junior Sister Sun has gone to such trouble late at night."

Sun Qi glared at him, then squatted down to pick up the wood chips: "Don't think I don't know, Zhao Weiyuan is the third prince of Yan."

Her fingertips traced the shards of the gilded dagger on the ground, her voice suddenly lowering, "Back then, your father was in Handan..."

“It’s all in the past,” Jiang Chuan interrupted her, pushing the jade box containing the Supreme Pill back onto the table.

“The immortal sect has its own rules. If he continues to act recklessly, I will go to the Judgment Peak to have Senior Brother Lu Chen sign a life-and-death contract.”

He suddenly turned to look at Chen Feng, "Senior Brother Chen just said that Panlong Peak is protecting its own, what about Duanzui Peak?"

Chen Feng was taken aback, then suddenly burst into laughter, the sword box on his back trembling slightly: "Judgment Peak?"

Peak Master Mingyangzi despises the behavior of the royal family most of all; he once killed the Crown Prince of Cangwu's mount with a single sword strike.

He stopped laughing and said seriously, "However, Junior Brother Jiang, you'd better make plans for the initiation ceremony tomorrow."

The seven peak masters each have their own temperament, especially the one on the Sitting in Oblivion Peak…

"I've made up my mind."

Jiang Chuan touched the jade token from Zuowang Peak at his waist, which Pei Guoguo had insisted on giving him this morning.

“Last night, Junior Sister Pei said that there are twelve sheathless heavy swords in the Sword Tomb of Zuowang Peak, all of which are the natal swords of the peak masters of the past.”

Jiang Wei whistled, and the Taihua Sword suddenly drew three inches from its sheath: "No wonder Lu Chen gritted his teeth when he saw you this morning. I'm afraid Duanzui Peak is going to lose another good seedling."

He suddenly looked out the window; the morning light had already tinged the sea of ​​white clouds. "It's getting late; it's time to assemble at the training ground."

The stone lanterns in the training ground were still lit, and Emperor Daizong stood in the center, his plain Taoist robe fluttering in the morning breeze.

Jiang Chuan counted them; there were ninety-nine disciples in the top one hundred, and with him, it was exactly one hundred.

Sun Qi stood at the end of the line and gave him a "be careful" gesture. The jade pendant on her braid gleamed in the morning light.

"Boat."

Emperor Daizong raised his hand, and three bronze painted boats appeared in the air, with the eagle emblem of the Cloud Sea Immortal Sect carved on their bows.

As Jiang Chuan stepped onto the painted boat, the boat suddenly trembled slightly, and the eagle at the bow blinked, startling the disciple next to him who took a half step back.

Jiang Chuan leaned on the railing, gazing at the surging clouds below, when he suddenly heard Jiang Wei whisper, "Do you see Tianzhu Peak?"

He looked in the direction the other person was pointing and saw a giant peak piercing the sky deep in the sea of ​​clouds.

The snow on the mountaintop shimmered with iridescent colors under the sunlight, and the eaves and brackets of the buildings were faintly visible on the mountainside, like a celestial palace suspended in mid-air.

"gorgeous."

Sun Qi had somehow gotten close, gazing at the distant Tianzhu Peak with longing in his eyes.
"I've heard that Qi cultivators on Tianzhu Peak can fly through the air, unlike us sword cultivators who still have to rely on swords."

"What's wrong with sword cultivators?" Jiang Wei swung the Taihua Sword, sparks flying from the ship's side.
"Once you master sword qi to the point of taking form, it will be three times faster than their cloud qi."

He suddenly turned to look at Jiang Chuan, "Brother Jiang, have you decided which peak to join?"

Jiang Chuan touched the jade tablet of Zuowang Peak and remembered what Pei Guoguo had said last night: "Master said that the Wufeng Sword must be matched with the Wujie Sword Intent."

Even the stones in the Sword Tomb on Zuowang Peak are without sharp edges or corners.

He chuckled softly, "Brother Jiang, perhaps you'd like to join Tianzhu Peak?"

Jiang Wei touched the tip of his nose, his ear tips turning slightly red: "The 'Cloud Sea Qi Classic' of Tianzhu Peak can nourish the sword."

I heard from Chen Feng that their peak master can nurture a sword in the clouds for three years, so that it will thunder when it is drawn..."

The painted boat landed on a high platform halfway up Tianzhu Peak.

As Jiang Chuan stepped onto the high platform, he felt a faint sword intent emanating from the bluestone beneath his feet.

Looking down, he saw half a sword blade embedded in the crack in the rock, and the patterns on the blade were very similar to his bladeless sword.

On the high platform, seven stone chairs were arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper, and the seven peak masters were already seated on them.

In the very center stands Chunyangzi, with white hair and a youthful face; to his left is Tao Hongjing of Huayang Peak, and to his right is Mingyangzi of Duanzui Peak.

Following them are, in order, Lieyangzi of Chiyang Peak, Yudiezi of Mengdie Peak, Songyangzi of Panlong Peak, and lastly Daizong of Qiyun Peak.

"Emperor Daizong, this year's disciples are quite good."

Ming Yangzi's voice was like rolling thunder, causing the stone bricks on the high platform to tremble slightly. He stared at the bladeless sword at Jiang Chuan's waist.

The broken sword clanged against his knee. "That kid is using a blunt sword, isn't he? The sword intent of my Judgment Peak is exactly what I need to sharpen with a blunt sword like this."

Tao Hongjing coughed lightly, his sleeve brushing against the stone table: "Brother Mingyang, don't be in a hurry, the initiation ceremony has not yet begun."

He looked at Jiang Chuan, a smile appearing in his eyes, "Young friend Jiang's 'Sword One, Boundless' in the martial arts arena reminded me of the old madman of Zuowang Peak."

Yu Diezi chuckled, and the butterfly pattern on her plain white skirt suddenly fluttered: "Senior Brother Tao is bringing up old matters again. Zuowang Peak has not accepted any disciples for ten years. I'm afraid the lineage is about to be broken."

She turned to look at Jiang Chuan, "If you find Zuowang Peak too deserted, the Star Gazing Platform on Mengdie Peak is also suitable for nurturing your sword."

"Ahem." Chunyangzi raised his hand, and seven streams of light flew out from the stone chair, landing in Daizong's hand. "Let's take care of business first." (End of Chapter)