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

The chubby boy calmly pulled out a gilded token from his pocket. The three seal characters "Liang Wang Ling" (Liang King's Order) stung Chen Feng's eyes in the sunlight.

"Do you see clearly?"

The chubby boy proudly waved the token.

“My master said that this escort mission absolutely must be carried out by the Fourth Young Master. The others…”

He looked Chen Feng up and down and sneered.

“Not qualified.”

Chen Feng's face turned ashen.

King Liang was the maternal uncle of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and his decrees carried considerable weight within the immortal sects.

But let him swallow this insult...

"Senior Brother Chen, the manager requests your presence."

A disciple rushed over and whispered a few words in Chen Feng's ear.

Chen Feng's expression changed, he glared at the chubby boy, and turned to leave.

The atmosphere in the main hall of Qiyun Peak was heavy. Zhao Hansong, the steward, sat in the main seat, but what made Chen Feng's heart skip a beat was that Xue Xing, the leader of the Sword-Holding Hall, was also present.

The man in white, as white as snow, stood quietly, like a drawn sword, making people afraid to look directly at him.

"I already know about it."

Zhao Hansong stroked his long beard.

"Since the people from the Liang Prince's Mansion have come with an order, the Immortal Sect should cooperate."

Chen Feng said urgently.

"But the mission is clearly..."

"The Sword-Wielding Hall has accepted this mission."

Xue Xing suddenly spoke, his voice as cold as an icy spring.

"I will personally notify the relevant personnel to set off tomorrow to escort the people from the Liang Prince's Mansion to their safe arrival."

He looked at Zhao Hansong.

"Does Steward Zhao have any objections?"

Zhao Hansong shook his head.

"With Hall Master Xue personally taking charge, there's naturally no chance of failure."

Chen Feng wanted to say something, but Zhao Hansong stopped him with a look.

After Xue Xing left, Chen Feng couldn't help but say.

"Sir, this matter is suspicious. Blood Shadow Tower has been making frequent moves lately, and of all times, it has to be at the Liang Prince's residence..."

"Be careful what you say."

Zhao Hansong's face darkened.

“The Prince of Liang has a close relationship with the royal family of the Great Zhou. This matter... is not something you can interfere with.”

——·——

At noon, sword energy crisscrossed the bamboo forest.

Jiang Chuan held the Azure Frost Sword, and where the blade passed, five-colored light flowed.

The golden light was sharp, the green shadow was long, the blue light was agile, the red flames were violent, and the yellow light was heavy—the five elements of sword energy formed a perfect cycle around him, with the faint sound of a dragon's roar.

"A blue dragon emerges from the water!"

Jiang Chuan gave a clear shout, and the sword suddenly turned.

The cyan sword energy transformed into a dragon shape and soared into the sky, causing the purple bamboo to fall down wherever it passed. However, just as it was about to touch the ground, it was steadily supported by another yellow sword energy.

"The Yellow Dragon Carries the Mountain!"

A month after achieving the fifth level of the Purple Mansion Realm, Jiang Chuan's understanding of the Five Elements has advanced by leaps and bounds.

Many obscure parts of the Five Elements Sword Manual are now clear.

The Azure Dragon and Yellow Dragon have already mastered their powers; the remaining three dragons...

Jiang Chuan suddenly sheathed his sword and stood up, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

He closed his eyes and looked inward, where he saw five Daoist platforms shining brightly in the Purple Palace, each corresponding to one of the Five Elements.

However, there is always some disharmony between the two altars, one for water and one for fire.

"It's still a little bit..."

Jiang Chuan muttered to himself. If all five dragons could gather, he could try to merge the Five Elements Sword Formation with the Heavenly Profound Sword Formation.

At that time, even if one is only at the third realm of the Purple Mansion, one will dare to fight against a fourth realm Human Venerable, and perhaps even...

The thought of killing a general-level general made Jiang Chuan's heart race.

He swung his sword again. This time, the sword strike was even more ferocious, the sword energy slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

Leaves fluttered in the purple bamboo forest, forming peculiar vortexes under the pull of sword energy.

Jiang Chuan was completely immersed in the sword intent, unaware that a dark figure had been standing silently deep in the bamboo forest for a long time.

The man was shrouded in a black robe, with only a pair of wolf-like, eerie green eyes visible, which were fixed intently on every change in Jiang Chuan's sword techniques.

Jiang Chuan sat cross-legged on a blue stone, his body surrounded by spiritual energy, and the mountain spirit mark between his eyebrows glowed with a faint blue light.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his soul sea was completely clear, allowing him to see the trajectory of every wisp of spiritual energy flowing through his meridians.

"call--"

Exhaling a breath of stale air, Jiang Chuan opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

He formed a sword shape with his right hand and with a light flick, a purple bamboo three zhang away snapped in two, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

"Azure Dragon Sword Technique, Third Form: Swimming Dragon Explores the Sea!"

With a low shout, Jiang Chuan moved like lightning, his wooden sword transforming into a streak of blue light as he weaved through the forest.

Wherever the sword passed, bamboo leaves fluttered but did not fall to the ground. Instead, they were carried by the sword energy and swirled in the air, forming a blue dragon shape.

Just as the sword's momentum was about to end, Jiang Chuan felt a chill run down his spine.

someone!

He instinctively spun around and drew his sword, the wooden blade striking like a venomous snake, thrusting straight behind him.

The sword tip stopped abruptly three inches from the target—two long, slender fingers clamped the blade like iron pincers.

"The reaction was good, but the force was a bit lacking."

The man in black loosened his grip, a smile playing on his lips.

His face was cold and stern, and a thin scar between his eyebrows added to his menacing aura. He was none other than Xue Xing, the leader of the Sword-Holding Hall.

Jiang Chuan sheathed his sword and stood there, secretly alarmed.

Although he didn't use his full strength in that sword strike, he still used seven-tenths of his power, yet it was so easily neutralized by his opponent.

"Master Xue."

Jiang Chuan clasped his hands in a salute, but his eyes remained wary.

"I was unaware of your arrival, Master. What brings you here?"

Xue Xing stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze lingering for a moment on the mountain spirit mark between Jiang Chuan's eyebrows.

"It's been half a year since we parted ways in Qilian Mountain, and your swordsmanship has improved quite a bit."

Jiang Chuan felt a chill run down his spine. Half a year ago, when he was wiping out the demonic cultivators in the Qilian Mountains, he had indeed met Xue Xing once, but at that time he was just a newcomer to the immortal sect. He did not expect that the other party would still remember him.

"You flatter me, Master."

Jiang Chuan remained neither humble nor arrogant.

"I didn't know you were here, Master..."

"There is an escort mission at the Liang Prince's Mansion."

Xue Xing interrupted him, took out a jade slip from his sleeve, and tossed it to Jiang Chuan.

"Meet at Qiyun Peak at Chenshi (7-9 AM) tomorrow."

Jiang Chuan took the jade slip and scanned it with his divine sense. He found that it was a mission briefing, but it only mentioned escorting important figures from the Liang Prince's Mansion to the Northern Border. No other details were mentioned.

"Master, this mission..."

"What? Is there a problem?"

Xue Xing raised an eyebrow.

Jiang Chuan shook his head.

"I wouldn't dare. It's just that the details of this mission are far too brief."

Xue Xing chuckled softly.

"What you need to know, you will naturally know."

After saying that, he turned and left, his black robes drawing a sharp arc in the bamboo forest.

"correct."

After taking a few steps, Xue Xing suddenly stopped and said without turning his head.

"Beware of the Blood Shadow Tower."

Blood Shadow Tower? Jiang Chuan's pupils contracted slightly. This was a notorious assassin organization in the cultivation world, specializing in assassinating disciples of immortal sects.

By the time he was about to ask again, Xue Xing's figure had already disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest.

The following morning, at Qiyun Peak of the Cloud Sea Immortal Gate.

Jiang Chuan arrived at the mission location amidst the morning dew and saw two familiar figures in the distance.

"Senior Brother Jiang! Over here!"

Sun Qi waved his arms, a bright smile on his face.

Jiang Chuan's lips twitched.

Sun Qi had entered the sect earlier than him, but always liked to call him "senior brother," which made him quite embarrassed.

"Senior Sister Sun, Senior Brother Chen."

Jiang Chuan stepped forward and bowed.

Chen Feng nodded slightly. He was tall and carried a broad-bladed heavy sword on his back. He was a well-known strongman in the immortal sect.

Sun Qi, on the other hand, was petite and delicate, with a pair of short swords at her waist, making her very agile.

"Senior Brother Jiang, I heard that you single-handedly wiped out the wolf demon pack in Black Wind Ridge last month?"

Sun Qi's eyes lit up.

"That's a third-tier demonic beast!"

Jiang Chuan coughed lightly.

"It was just a fluke."

"What luck!"

Sun Qi persisted.

"Everyone in the sect is saying that you are a once-in-a-century swordsmanship genius!"

Chen Feng patted Sun Qi on the shoulder. "Alright, don't delay the important business. Everyone else is here."

The three of them walked through the corridor and came to a quiet courtyard.

Three people were already waiting in the courtyard. When they saw them come in, they all stood up.

"Senior Brother Su, Senior Brother Wang."

Jiang Chuan bowed to the two young men, but his gaze involuntarily fell on the third person.

She was a young girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a light purple dress, with beautiful features and a jade flute hanging from her waist.

"Who is this……"

Jiang Chuan hesitated.

"Chen Qing, a disciple of Mengdie Peak."

The girl bowed slightly.

"Fourth Senior Brother is my elder brother."

Jiang Chuan suddenly realized. His fourth senior brother, Chen Mo, was a renowned array master in the sect, but he never expected his sister to be so young.

"Everyone is here."

Su asked.

He was the eldest of the six, dressed in pure white, carrying a long sword, and possessing an otherworldly air.

"Is everyone clear about the mission details?"

Wang Han nodded. He was a lean young man with more than a dozen colorful cloth bags hanging from his waist.

"Escort the young master of the Liang Prince's Mansion to the Northern Border, and pick up two other people in Wangxian Town along the way."

"It's that simple?"

Sun Qi asked, puzzled.

"Then why send out six of us?"

Su shook his head.

"The sect has its own considerations. We just need to carry them out."

Just then, a commotion arose outside the courtyard.

"Let me go! You lackeys! Do you know who I am?"

A chubby little boy was dragged in by two guards, who were holding his arms.

He was about twelve or thirteen years old, dressed in a magnificent brocade robe, his face full of anger.

"This is the person we're supposed to escort?"

Chen Qing asked in a low voice.

The chubby boy broke free from the guards and angrily glared at everyone.

"Just the few of you? Didn't my father say he would send at least ten experts from the immortal sects to protect me?"

Su Wen frowned.

"Young Master Liang, the six of us are enough to keep you safe."

"fart!"

The chubby boy jumped up and down.

"I am the only son of the Liang Prince's family! If something happens to me, can you bear the responsibility?"

Jiang Chuan watched coldly as his wooden sword was drawn from its sheath, its cold light flashing.

The chubby boy was so frightened that he took two steps back.

"W-what are you going to do?"

"I heard that Young Master Liang likes playing with fire?"

Jiang Chuan's voice was icy.

"They almost burned down the Prince's library last month?"

The chubby boy's expression changed.

"how do you know?"

Jiang Chuan sneered.

"I also know that you have gone mad from practicing the 'Burning Heaven Technique' by secret means, and your meridians will burn every midnight."

As he spoke, he turned his sword and pointed it at the little fat boy's dantian.

"Should I help you disperse your internal energy now?"

"No, no need!"

The chubby boy turned pale and quickly hid behind Chen Qing.

"Sister, protect me!"

Chen Qing was both amused and exasperated. Just as she was about to speak, Jiang Chuan had already sheathed his sword.

"Behave yourself on the road, or else..."

He made a motion of wiping his neck.

The chubby boy swallowed hard and finally quieted down.

Meanwhile, at the main hall of the Sword-Holding Hall on Judgment Peak.

Xue Xing stood by the window with his hands behind his back, toying with a blood-red jade slip in his hand.

The flickering candlelight inside the hall cast intermittent light on his stern face.

"Hall Master."

A dark figure appeared silently in the hall.

"Jiang Chuan and the others have already set off for Wangxian Town."

Xue Xing didn't even turn his head.

"How's the Blood Shadow Tower doing?"

"We have identified three spies, all of whom are low-level servants lurking around the perimeter of the Immortal Sect."

The figure in black said respectfully.

"They seem to have received word and are preparing to take action in Wangxian Town."

Xue Xing sneered.

"A bunch of clowns."

He turned around and asked.

"How's the intelligence gathering on Lin Xiao and Lu Chen going?"

The shadowy figure handed over a jade slip.

"Lin Xiao is the third leader of the Blood Shadow Tower and is skilled in poisons; Lu Chen is a newly recruited assassin who is said to have demon blood."

Xue Xing glanced at the jade slip, his brows furrowing slightly.

"The demon race? No wonder Blood Shadow Tower dared to attack the immortal sects this time."

He closed the jade slip.

"Pass down the order: the entire Dark Cloud faction of the Sword-wielding Hall must be mobilized and the Blood Shadow Tower must be dealt with outside Wangxian Town."

"Master, what about Jiang Chuan and the others?"

"Protecting them covertly is sufficient."

Xue Xing said in a deep voice.

"This mission was originally intended to lure the enemy out, but Jiang Chuan, Su Wen, and Wang Han are the future pillars of the Immortal Sect, and Chen Qing is Chen Mo's sister. We cannot afford to lose them."

The shadowy figure accepted the order and left, and the hall returned to silence.

Xue Xing looked out at the sea of ​​clouds and murmured to himself.

"This time, Blood Shadow Tower will make sure you never leave alive."

The sea of ​​clouds is churning, as if a storm is about to break.

Above Wangxian Town, five sword lights streaked across the sky like meteors, landing steadily in front of the stone tablet at the town's entrance.

Jiang Chuan sheathed his flying sword and glanced at the bustling town.

The streets were bustling with people and filled with the sounds of vendors hawking their wares, making it impossible to tell that a deadly trap was lurking beneath the surface.

"Senior brother, Wangxian Tower is just ahead."

Wang Qiyu pointed to a three-story vermilion pavilion in the distance, his voice extremely low.

"My cousin and Steward Li are right there."

Jiang Chuan nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings like lightning.

He noticed that several seemingly idle men on the street corner had wandering eyes and their right hands were awkwardly close to their waists.

Weapons were clearly hidden there.

It has a tail.

The message was transmitted telepathically, and the voice rang directly in Jiang Chuan's mind.

"There are two tea stalls on the left and three cloth shops on the right; they are all skilled martial artists."

Jiang Chuan calmly withdrew his gaze and took out a cyan jade talisman from his sleeve, handing it to Wang Qiyu.

“Crush it.”

The moment the jade talisman shattered, a flash of blue light appeared, and Wang Qiyu's appearance had subtly changed.

The once handsome young man's face became angular and sharp, with a touch of arrogance between his brows, making him look exactly like a young master from a noble family.

"From now on, you are the third young master of the Zhao family in the Western Region."

Jiang Chuan explained in a low voice.

"We are your protectors. Remember, no matter what happens, don't show weakness."

Wang Qiyu straightened his back, a perfectly measured arrogant expression appearing on his face.

"Let's go, I'm hungry."

The five people walked towards Wangxian Tower.

Jiang Chuan walked half a step behind Wang Qiyu to the left, seemingly respectful, but in reality, he had taken in all the surrounding circumstances.

He noticed that the people watching them lingered on them for a moment before looking away—the disguise was working.

Two burly men guarded the entrance to Wangxian Tower.

As Wang Qiyu and his group approached, one of them reached out to stop them.

"This young master looks unfamiliar. Is this your first time visiting Wangxian Tower?"

Wang Qiyu snorted coldly and took out a jade pendant from his bosom, flashing it in front of the burly man.

"The Zhao family of the Western Regions? You dare to question them?"

The burly man's expression changed when he saw the cloud pattern surrounding the character "Zhao" on the jade pendant, and he quickly stepped aside. (End of Chapter)