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

Soon after, Tang Zhizhi was also brought to Jiang Chuan's side.

"Qinglin, hurry and save Kongkong!" Jiang Chuan said urgently.

Qinglin flew swiftly toward the cliff, but the cliff face was slippery, and it tried several times but could not get close to Kongkong.

Jiang Chuan had no choice but to temporarily abandon the rescue of Kong Kong and let Qing Lin rest.

"Qinglin, you rest first, we'll think of another way to save Kongkong."

At this moment, Jiang Chuan noticed that the mysterious person trapped with him was none other than Xu Peng, the little fire god of Huoshenshan.

Xu Peng was severely injured, with a deep wound on his abdomen that exposed bone, yet he still managed to remain calm.

"Xu Peng, it's you? How did you get trapped here?"

Jiang Chuan asked in surprise.

Xu Peng said with a wry smile, "It's a long story. I've been stuck here for a day or two now."

Xu Peng possessed profound cultivation, yet even he was unable to sense the true energy within his body in this Dragon-Trapping Abyss.

"There's a huge Spirit Suppression Stone in this Dragon Trapping Abyss. It can suppress not only true qi, but also demonic energy, monster energy, and even the energy of spirit stones. We've had the worst luck imaginable," Xu Peng complained.

Xu Peng looked at Jiang Chuan: "Our current situation is very dangerous, and my injury is by no means insignificant."

A hidden danger lurks in this canyon, which will manifest itself at night.

Jiang Chuan hurriedly asked, "Then what should we do?"

After a moment, Xu Peng said, "I plan to teach you a Taoist technique—the art of turning beans into soldiers."

This technique requires spirit stones as an energy source; in this environment without the support of true qi, spirit stones are the only source of energy.

Jiang Chuan felt uneasy about Xu Peng's hint, but in order to survive, he decided to learn the technique anyway.

"Okay, I'll learn."

Xu Peng explained the key points of the technique to Jiang Chuan in detail: "To perform this technique, you must first crush the spirit stone and infuse it with spiritual energy."

Then, by using a specific finger technique to activate it, one can summon a spirit weapon that has been transformed into a spirit stone.

"But these spirit stones are precious, so you must use them sparingly."

Jiang Chuan listened intently, and with his talent, he mastered the art of turning beans into soldiers in just three hours.

He took out a spirit stone and used the technique, and the spirit stone transformed into several spirit soldiers, holding weapons and looking majestic.

"We did it!" Jiang Chuan exclaimed excitedly.

Xu Peng looked at him with admiration, "You have good talent."

However, I see you don't have the Cloud Sea Immortal Sect's divine sense jade token or other markings on you. Are you truly one of the Four Young Masters of the Cloud Sea Immortal Sect?

Jiang Chuan said, "Of course I am, but the jade pendant may have been lost in the chaos."

Xu Peng was skeptical. "If you are truly an important figure in the Cloud Sea Immortal Sect, they will definitely send someone to find you."

Without the divine sense jade tablet, they'll likely have difficulty finding us through conventional means.

Jiang Chuan was somewhat worried. "No matter what, let's first figure out how to deal with the danger of this Dragon-Trapping Abyss."

Xu Peng, how much do you know about this canyon? What exactly are the hidden dangers?

Xu Peng shook his head, "I'm not too sure either, I only know that strange things happen at night."

We need to be prepared. These spirit weapons are good, but their numbers are limited. We'll have to think of other ways.

When Tang Zhizhi woke up, she felt sore all over and her head was dizzy.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a huge canyon, surrounded by strange rocks, with the exit blocked by boulders.

"Where is this? How did I get here?" Tang Zhizhi asked in confusion.

"Zhizhi, you're awake," Jiang Chuan's voice came.

Tang Zhizhi looked over and saw Jiang Chuan and the strange man beside him: "Jiang Chuan, what's going on? Who is he?"

Xu Peng spoke first: "I am Xu Peng from Huoshenshan Hospital. We are trapped in Longyuan."

Tang Zhizhi looked at Jiang Chuan.

Jiang Chuan briefly explained the cause and effect.

Tang Zhizhi then realized that she had been caught up in an accident and ended up here.

Upon examination, the gold-threaded soft armor proved effective, indicating the injury was not serious.

One can circulate one's cultivation, but cannot detect true qi.

"Jiang Chuan, I've run out of true energy?"

Tang Zhizhi said anxiously.

Xu Peng interjected: "There is a large spirit-suppressing stone in the Dragon-Trapping Abyss that suppresses true energy, and we are all affected."

Tang Zhizhi hurriedly asked, "Then how do we get out?"

Xu Peng shook his head with a wry smile: "The canyon is blocked by boulders at both ends, and the cliffs are loose and difficult to climb."

Even I, a cultivator at the Sage Realm, cannot escape.

Jiang Chuan said, "We can only wait for rescue."

At this moment, Tang Zhizhi noticed that Jiang Chuan had multiple fractures, which had been fixed with tree branches picked up by the spirit soldiers.

"Jiang Chuan, how are your injuries?"

Tang Zhizhi asked with concern.

Jiang Chuan forced a smile: "I've cultivated the Dragon Elephant Divine Demon Art to the third level. I can hold on and do some simple activities."

Tang Zhizhi felt somewhat relieved, but the thought of being trapped made him worried again.

"Jiang Chuan, are we just going to wait?" Tang Zhizhi asked.

Jiang Chuan didn't answer, but Xu Peng reminded him, "This canyon is dangerous at night."

Tang Zhizhi was startled: "What danger?"

Xu Peng didn't say anything more, which made Tang Zhizhi even more uneasy.

Just then, a shout came from the cliff: "Jiang Chuan, Miss Tang, how are you?"

Tang Zhizhi looked up and saw Kongkong hanging from a tree on the edge of the cliff. He quickly asked, "Kongkong, are you alright?"

Kongkong said with a pained expression, "I'm fine for now, but I can't come down. It would be more dangerous if I did."

Jiang Chuan comforted her, "Kongkong, stay calm, we will save you."

I survived in a poisonous miasma-ridden place, without food or water, gnawing on tree bark.

Tang Zhizhi couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Xu Peng said, "There will be 'ghosts' in the canyon at night."

Jiang Chuan and Tang Zhizhi looked surprised, and Kong Kong trembled in the tree, saying, "Young Master Xu, don't scare us."

Xu Peng said seriously, "I'm not joking. I've seen it before when I was trapped."

Jiang Chuanwen: "Brother Xu, what exactly happened?"

Xu Peng shook his head: "I don't know the specifics, but I do know that the valley floor is not peaceful at night."

At night, the Dragon Trapped Abyss became even more eerie.

The rain stopped, and the water level in the canyon began to rise.

Xu Peng warned, "Jiang Chuan, Miss Tang, danger is coming."

He pointed to the pool at the bottom of the valley, "The ghosts come out from there."

Jiang Chuan stood in front of Tang Zhizhi, staring at the pool.

Xu Peng gripped the ancient sword sheath tightly, preparing for battle.

Kongkong was scared in the tree, so he quickly started chanting Buddhist scriptures.

A cold wind blew, creating an eerie atmosphere in the canyon.

The pool emitted a faint light, illuminating the valley floor.

"They're here!" Xu Peng said. Jiang Chuan used his "Scattering Beans to Create Soldiers" technique, turning spirit stone fragments into spirit soldiers, who held their weapons and stood ready for battle.

The pool water suddenly burst open, and countless dark figures emerged from the water.

The ghosts were all different shapes and sizes; some were missing arms and legs, some had their heads tilted to the side, and their tongues were long.

Even more extreme, some of them carried their own severed heads, their eyes glowing with eerie green flames, and floated towards the three of them.

"Amitabha, Amitabha..."

Kongkong hid in the tree, his voice trembling, but he still insisted on chanting Buddhist scriptures, his hands tightly hugging the tree trunk, afraid that he would fall.

Xu Peng's ancient sword slashed down, annihilating the two ghosts that rushed forward first: "These ghosts are tainted with the aura of Yin water, making them difficult to harm with ordinary weapons. Be careful, everyone!"

He shouted a warning, and the ancient sword danced in his hand, creating a flurry of sword flowers that repelled the approaching ghosts one by one.

Jiang Chuan swung his black jade sword, the blade trailing a blue light. Wherever it passed, ghosts let out piercing screams and vanished as specks of fluorescent light.

Tang Zhizhi followed closely behind, and runes appeared on the Hetu Sword. With each swing of the sword, a spiritual weapon assisted, which temporarily held off the ghost's attack.

"Jiang Chuan, our true essence is suppressed by the Spirit Suppression Stone, we cannot fight for long!"

Xu Peng shouted as he fought, his ancient sword slicing down two or three ghosts, but the blade was numb from the shock of the yin energy. "These ghosts keep multiplying as we kill them, we have to find a way to break through!"

Jiang Chuan's expression was solemn. He could feel that his true essence was shrouded by a thin veil, making it impossible for him to use his full power to unleash his magic.

The black jade sword was swung out again, but a few seconds slower than before: "Protect your heart meridian first, don't let the ghosts get close!"

He shouted loudly, his gaze sweeping around him. He discovered that ghosts were surging in from all directions, their numbers increasing, while the number of spirit soldiers was decreasing.

Tang Zhizhi's Hetu Sword suddenly froze, and a ghost took the opportunity to pounce. He hurriedly swung his sword to block, but the ghost's yin energy made his arm go numb: "Jiang Chuan, the spirit weapon can't hold on!"

He gritted his teeth, cold sweat already beading on his forehead.

Jiang Chuan made another hand seal, and the spirit weapons formed from the spirit stone fragments increased slightly: "Hold on! Where's Qing Lin? Qing Lin!"

He suddenly remembered Qinglin in his arms, reached out to touch it, only to find that the little guy had slipped out at some point.

Just then, a clear and melodious screech rang out, and a green shadow darted out from under Jiang Chuan's feet—it was Qing Lin.

The little guy had a peach blossom branch in his mouth, which was the talisman Jiang Chuan had carried with him to ward off evil.

As the green-scaled snake flicked its tongue, the peach blossom branch fell to the ground with a thud. Instantly, a soft red light emanated from the branch, and the approaching ghosts screamed and retreated frantically.

"good chance!"

Xu Peng slashed down with his ancient sword, using the momentum of the renewed light to cut down several ghosts. "This peach blossom branch is an extremely yang object, which is perfect for suppressing yin spirits!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jiang Chuan recalled his spirit weapon, and with a wave of his black jade sword, he slashed at the ghost horde with a red light: "Qing Lin, guard the peach blossom branch!"

He shouted, but Qinglin suddenly raised its head, its snake eyes turning blood red. It opened its mouth and inhaled, and the retreating ghosts flew uncontrollably into its mouth.

"Azure Scales! No!"

Jiang Chuan recalled that although Qing Lin was a demon beast, it had not yet refined its soul, and devouring ghosts would be a huge burden for it.

But at this moment, Qinglin seemed not to hear his shouts. Its snake body swelled up, the blood color became thicker and thicker, and only those ghosts remained in its eyes.

"A third-tier demon cultivator who devours a soul will inevitably suffer a backlash!"

Xu Peng leaped out from behind the rock, his ancient sword slicing down two escaped ghosts. "It's going to turn demonic!"

Before he finished speaking, Qinglin had already transformed into a green snake over ten feet long. When the snake's head crashed into the surface of the pool, a muffled thunderous roar came from the bottom of the pool.

The ghost general burst forth from the water, his body shrouded in yin energy, clad in black armor and wielding a long spear glowing with ghostly light.

As soon as the ghost general appeared, the ghosts regrouped and surged towards Jiang Chuan and the others once more.

"Brother, go on!"

Kongkong threw down the water-and-fire stick from the tree.

Jiang Chuan took it, and a warm sensation entered his palm, instantly invigorating him.

He wielded his Water and Fire Cudgel, its shadow flashing as he repelled the ghosts. Tang Zhizhi, wielding the River Chart Sword, stood shoulder to shoulder with him, temporarily blocking the horde of ghosts.

In the pool, Qinglin used the power of Soul Devouring to launch a fierce attack on the Ghost General, its snake-like body moving like lightning through the water.

The ghost general brandished his spear, and the yin energy clashed with the attack of the green scales, producing a dull sound. The water in the pool surged up several feet high, and the ground in the canyon shook.

"Qinglin, watch out!" Jiang Chuan shouted.

The ghost general pierced Qinglin with his spear, and Qinglin hissed in pain, writhing its snake body and launching a frenzied attack.

However, the ghost general was incredibly powerful, and Qinglin gradually found himself at a disadvantage, his wounds multiplied, and his snake blood stained the pool water.

Jiang Chuan was anxious on the shore, but he couldn't go into the water. He gripped the fire stick tightly, his fingernails digging into his palm.

He recalled his encounter with Qinglin: when they first met at the Dragon Cave in Dushan, Qinglin was timid but trusted him completely; after he transformed in Weicheng, he accompanied him like a mischievous child; on Zuowang Peak, he often pestered him to tell him strange tales.

These memories stung Jiang Chuan, making him hate his own powerlessness.

"Jiang Chuan, hold on, don't get distracted!" Tang Zhizhi reminded him.

Jiang Chuan suppressed his worries and swung the water-fire stick with all his might.

In the pool, Qinglin was in dire straits. The ghost general grabbed its tail and slammed it to the bottom of the pool. It crashed into the rocks, splashing water, but stubbornly floated to the surface. The blood light in its eyes gradually dimmed, and its body weakened.

"Qinglin!" Jiang Chuan shouted, his voice filled with pain and despair.

He wanted to go into the water, but once he left, Tang Zhizhi and Kongkong would be unable to withstand the horde of ghosts.

Finally, the ghost general flung Qinglin out of the pool, and Qinglin crashed down at Jiang Chuan's feet, piling up a wall of ice shards behind him.

Jiang Chuan threw down the water-fire stick, ignoring the ghost, and squatted down to stroke Qinglin's head.

The blue scales were soft and limp, their scales were broken, their wounds were bleeding, and their breath was weak.

"Qinglin, wake up, it's me, Jiang Chuan..." Jiang Chuan's voice trembled.

Qinglin opened her eyes and saw Jiang Chuan, but she was unable to respond.

The ghost general floated above the pool, facing off against Xu Peng with his ancient sword, both on guard.

After a long stalemate, the ghost general suddenly let out a low roar, his body surging with yin energy, and sank into the pool.

As the ghost general departed, the horde of ghosts that had been frantically attacking also retreated, and the Dragon Trapping Abyss temporarily returned to calm. However, beneath this calm, an even more dangerous aura was faintly revealed.

Xu Peng sheathed his ancient sword and quickly walked to Jiang Chuan's side: "Jiang Chuan, ghosts appear in this Dragon Trapping Abyss every night. The ghost general is terrifyingly powerful, comparable to a Supreme Realm expert."

Given our current situation, if we don't escape soon, we have little chance of survival.

Jiang Chuan looked exhausted and asked, "What should we do? We're all seriously injured, and Qing Lin is on the verge of death..."

Xu Peng spoke up: "I have a plan. There might be a treasure hidden at the bottom of this pool that can control the ghosts and help us escape."

I suspect it might contain something similar to the Yin Tiger Seal, capable of controlling Yin spirits.

I am seriously injured, but I can still accumulate the true energy for a sword strike.

When the Ghost General appears tomorrow night, have Kong Kong distract him while I seize the opportunity to strike with all my might and kill him.

And you, using the peach blossom branch to ward off evil spirits, went into the water to search for treasure.

Xu Peng looked at Jiang Chuan and emphasized, "However, Jiang Chuan, this treasure is precious, but as righteous disciples, we must never covet evil things."

Once greed arises in one's heart, it damages one's resolve for enlightenment and may even lead to demonic possession.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Chuan nodded emphatically: "Alright, we'll do as you say. There's no better way right now."

After saying that, he got up and walked to the side to check on Tang Zhizhi's condition.

Tang Zhizhi lay on the ground, her eyes closed and her face pale.

Jiang Chuan checked her pulse and found it weak but steady, which relieved him slightly.

"He is only unconscious and there is nothing seriously wrong with him."

That night, Jiang Chuan stayed by Qing Lin and Tang Zhizhi's side, not sleeping a wink.

The Dragon Trapped Abyss was completely silent, save for the occasional whistling of the wind, which sounded like the howling of ghosts and wolves, adding to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

Tang Zhizhi did not wake up until dawn the next day.

Her eyes were still somewhat unfocused, and she said weakly, "Senior brother... what's wrong with us..."

Seeing that Tang Zhizhi had woken up, Jiang Chuan quickly went over to her: "Zhizhi, you're awake! How are you feeling?" (End of this chapter)