Chapter Eighteen: Once We Met

blockade Yang Guo. On the surface, they only aimed at the plague and did not encroach upon Yang Guo's territory even an inch. If Yang's army attacked, retaliating would be within reason.That is to say...In Jiang Wang's observation, this back figure didn't exist in front before.

This was Zhang Linchuan's back, which had not appeared in sight before.

But seeing it now, I didn't find it out of place at all.

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And he turned around, looking calmly at Jiang Wang.

Do you know, eyesight, also has weight

“On the street I had just walked down, there were two hundred and eighty-six people. Ninety-seven people looked at me, and you were one of them. Only five people on the whole street turned around to face me, and you were one of them.”

"Now, I see you again."

“Though you wear a hat and robe, your gait, your confident air, even the way you hold your sword—they all tell me—we've met before. And this meeting was deliberate, a carefully orchestrated encounter under such secrecy.”

His voice was gentle: "Do you have anything to explain"

Jiang Wang rubbed the hilt of his sword and then looked up at him, "Do you need to explain"

The moment the voice fell, thousands upon thousands of soul-consuming serpent demons surged out from every nook and cranny along the entire street! Each with its own unique form, their aura was fierce and menacing.

This is the battlefield of souls.

Jiang Wang immediately realized that this was neither the present world nor an illusion, but rather his soul had been pulled into a mysterious realm related to souls. Therefore, he decisively summoned his soul-snake.

Zhang Linchuan's attainment in the spiritual realm was so profound that unknowingly, he pulled him deep into this place, simply terrifying.

But his spirit must not be weak either.

After absorbing Zhuang Chengqian's newborn divine soul source, his divine soul injuries have fully healed. Through the strengthening of the Hongzhuang Mirror, a full three thousand Divine Soul Stealth Serpents, ten times stronger than their original power, have been given to him, providing him with confidence in facing divine soul battles.

And the sword spirits born from longing, further supported him and Zhuang Chengqian's battle of souls. It can be said that he was also rich in experience from battles of souls.

No matter how powerful Zhang Linchuan is, he can't possibly be stronger than Zhuang Chengqian.

Even though this was a battlefield chosen by Lin Chuan, one that would inevitably tilt in his favor, he had enough confidence to fight.

Faced with the sudden emergence of a group of Shenhun Yin snakes, Zhang Linchuan remained calm despite feeling the immense power of their divine souls.

"No longer do you conceal it, from your eyes I see hatred."

He said, "It's clear you hate me very much."

Before Jiang Wang could speak, he continued, "Perhaps what you hate is my face"

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Jiang Wang frowned: "What do you mean"

He said, "If you want to kill Zhang Linchuan, then you have the wrong person."

He wasn't Zhang Linchuan after all!

It's absurd, but not entirely unconvincing.

At least Jiang Wang couldn't figure out why Zhang Linchuan would lie and say he wasn't Zhang Linchuan.

"I think I can still remember what Zhang Linchuan looked like," Jiang Wang said.

"You remember him as he used to be."

This person said, "He now looks like this."

As his finger moved, a face was drawn in the air, gradually becoming clear and concrete.

It was a face, young and ordinary, not ugly nor handsome, with no sharp angles or distinctive features.

"Looks familiar." Jiang Wang said.

He seemed vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place it. He didn't remember where he had seen this face before. Perhaps it was just a brief encounter at some point because the face was quite ordinary.

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"Look familiar..."

The man retracted his fingers, and the youthful face in mid-air slowly faded away.

> "It's nice to meet you."

He said he was happy, but his eyes were still soft and calm. There was no fluctuation in them.

“I'll stop here for today.”

He spoke, and then, in front of Jiang Wang, he turned and walked forward.

It seemed that he wasn't wary of Jiang Wang's attack, nor did he care about the ghostly snakes gathering around the street.

"By the way," he said, "Zhang Linchuan's newly established Wusheng sect is now active in Yong Country. If you're interested, you can look for it."

Jiang Wang kept his sword sheathed, he didn't question the truthfulness of this person's words; whether true or false, he would verify it himself.

He just watched the man who looked exactly like Zhang Linchuan before him walk away, and asked in a voice, "So, who are you"

"If you ever have the chance to see me again, you'll know my name."

This person didn't stop their steps, they just "walked" away.

The power that enveloped the soul, has vanished.

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> Still on the streets of Wenxi County, pedestrians thronged the street.

Jiang Wang had just brushed shoulders with that scholar, and everything was the same.

What just happened concerning the mysterious realm of souls, almost had no effect on reality. Even the time spent there was negligible.

Jiang Wang's footsteps were steady as she walked forward, feeling the sweat trickle down her spine.

Just now, that opponent was really scary.

In the past, there were only three ways: either a illusory realm, or a crimson mirror, or using soul-altering magic to invade an opponent's Heavenly Palace.

To date, his soul was the only time completely exposed in the mortal realm, when Zhuang Chengqian forcibly dragged him to fill the Void Abyss.

And this time, with almost no warning whatsoever, he was pulled into a strange and mysterious realm dealing with souls.

Compared to directly invading the Heavenly Palace, drawing your opponent into such a mysterious place is undoubtedly a more sophisticated approach. In fact, it's an application that Jiang Wang had never heard of before. To achieve this level of complexity is extremely difficult.

Even the first step proved difficult for Jiang Wang to comprehend. It primarily focused on breaking through the Heavenly Palace's protection of a host's divine soul essence.

Of all the opponents Jiang Wang had faced before, only Zhuang Chengqian had achieved this!

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But this person's strength was clearly far inferior to Zhuang Chengqian's. It was through the extremely sophisticated use of his soul that he accomplished this feat.

Is it a divine power Or some kind of forbidden soul-cultivation technique

Who is this person

Jiang Wang pondered silently for a while, but couldn't find any clues.

Meanwhile, Wang Changji was also walking forward.

A faint thought crossed my mind—that person just now seemed to have seen me, remembered my face... Was he also from the Maple Forest City domain That's why he hated Zhang Linchuan so much.

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The fact that more people survived in the Fenglin City domain should have made him feel relieved.

But in fact, there isn't.

He didn't have much fondness for the Fenglin City domain, nor for its people.

A small courtyard, a cat, and a gentle smile were all he held dear.

But everything is gone now.

Regarding the person he encountered today, he inevitably felt a bit curious—that familiar face belonged to Wang Changji, the trash whom he knew well, who hated Zhang Linchuan and possessed supernatural powers. Who could it be

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Fate has its own peculiar jokes.

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Wang Changji and Jiang Wang, they had actually met before.

After the grand examination at the county academy was over, they each went to see off Li Jianqiu and Wang Changxiang to Qinghe County Academy.

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Outside Fenglin City, Jiang Wang, Ling He and others bid farewell to Li Jianqiu with wine.

At that time, Wang Changxiang was surrounded by his Wang clan relatives like stars around the moon. As the future of the Fenglin Wang clan, he was receiving their earnest entrustments and did not think his older brother would send him off. But in fact, Wang Changji had gone, but he stood alone at a corner of the city gate with an orange cat in his arms, without appearing.

The two people who went to see him off had completely different feelings.

As they were returning to town, they exchanged a long look from afar.

But at this time, both Jiang Wang and Wang Changji didn't remember.

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