I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Having shaken off Juexin and the others, Nie Feng led Dugu Meng on a wild run through the wilderness, until finally a bustling town with a dense population appeared at the edge of their sight.

As dusk deepened, the setting sun, like blood, outlined the town in a desolate dark red, and the wind carried a stale, earthy scent.

In the center of the town stands a weathered signboard with the four large characters "Changle Inn" written on it. It sways slightly in the wind, making creaking sounds, and exuding an indescribable sense of loneliness.

Nie Feng, supporting Dugu Meng, strode quickly into the inn's lobby and called out to the waiter behind the counter:

"Waiter, bring me the best room!"

The waiter looked up and saw a young couple entering the room. The man was handsome and the woman was beautiful.

Even though the two were covered in dust and looked a bit disheveled, the waiter immediately put on a knowing smile.

"Alright! One top-class room! Please come upstairs, sir!"

Nie Feng was so anxious that he had no time to pay attention to the waiter's ambiguous gaze.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced across the lobby and noticed a small mountain of plates and dishes piled up on a table in the corner.

The diners sitting around were all pointing and commenting on this, marveling at how ridiculously large this person's appetite was.

Nie Feng had no time to concern himself with other matters and hurriedly led Dugu Meng upstairs.

Stepping into the room, Nie Feng immediately sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and circulated his internal energy.

The fierce battle on the mountain had left him with serious internal injuries, and he needed to suppress the churning blood and qi in his chest as soon as possible.

The vital energy circulates and flows through the meridians, like a gentle rain nourishing all things, or like a mighty river surging, repairing the damaged internal organs bit by bit.

In this quiet little room, only his steady, deep breathing could be heard.

After a long while, Nie Feng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. His pale face finally regained some color, and his eyes became clear again.

"Indecent assault!!"

A piercing scream suddenly erupted outside the window, followed in an instant by a cacophony of noise.

Nie Feng frowned, walked to the window, pushed it open, and looked down.

In the middle of the street, a fleshy figure was rolling around like a ball. The strange man's movements were unpredictable and bizarre. Wherever he went, if he encountered a young woman, he would extend a fat hand and give her a hard grope on the buttocks.

"Ah! You scoundrel!"

"Catch the flower thief!"

The street was in complete chaos, with women's screams and men's angry curses mingling together incessantly.

"Such a shape..." Nie Feng stared at the ball of flesh rolling around on the ground, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Why does it look so familiar? Like a... pig?"

The image of the divine pig that had saved him on the mountain suddenly flashed into his mind, and a slight thought crossed his mind.

"Meng, stay here and don't wander off. I'll be right back."

Nie Feng gave a word of advice, then leaped out of the window, his body as light as a wisp of smoke, disappearing into the bustling crowd in an instant.

The strange man's body looked clumsy, but his speed was astonishing, allowing him to move through the streets and alleys with ease.

Nie Feng unleashed the full power of his Wind God Leg technique, transforming into a swift gust of wind that was impossible to see, relentlessly pursuing his opponent and stirring up a cloud of dust.

After chasing him to a stone bridge, Nie Feng finally managed to block his path.

The man was riding confidently on the back of a large, fat pig, humming an unknown tune.

This man was fat with big ears, his face was covered in oil, and his belly was round like a water vat. He looked exactly like a fat pig that had grown into a human.

The person before me is none other than the peerless master who has been living in seclusion for many years, the Third Pig King.

"Senior!" Nie Feng clasped his hands in a respectful greeting.

"I am grateful for your help on the mountain just now, senior."

The Pig King glanced at him sideways and chuckled dryly twice.

"Save you? I was just passing by. I saw your swordsmanship was passable, so I lent a hand. No need to thank me, no need to thank me."

"Catch the flower thief!!"

"Don't let him get away!"

A roar exploded at the end of the street, shaking the dust that had accumulated under the eaves on both sides of the building.

A hundred or so townspeople, clutching carrying poles and brooms, some even wielding gleaming kitchen knives, charged forward menacingly, like a swarm of wasps whose nest had been disturbed.

"Oh dear, these troublemakers are really persistent."

Pig King curled his lip, his eyes darted around, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Nie Feng's wrist, raising it high above his head.

"Fellow villagers! I've caught the flower thief! This is the kid!" Pig King shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice so loud it drowned out the noisy footsteps.

"He's the one who touched Widow Wang's buttocks just now!"

Nie Feng was stunned. His mind went blank. Before he could figure out what was going on, he was surrounded by an angry crowd.

"Kill this shameless lecher!"

"He's got a handsome face, but he's such a despicable person underneath!"

Rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs rained down on Nie Feng like a dense storm.

"Heh heh, kid, you hold them off here, I'm outta here!"

Taking advantage of the chaos, Pig King rode his fat pig and disappeared into the alley in the blink of an eye.

"Senior! You..."

Nie Feng felt extremely aggrieved, but he couldn't do anything to these ordinary people. He could only awkwardly dodge while loudly explaining himself.

In the midst of the chaos, he spotted a familiar figure standing at the back of the crowd. Dugu Meng was standing there, staring at him with a look of astonishment on her face.

Nie Feng's heart sank. This time, he truly couldn't wash away his injustice even if he fell into the water.

After a great deal of effort to shake off the angry crowd, Nie Feng once again used his lightness skill to intercept the Pig King, who was devouring a pig leg, in a quiet grove outside the town.

Ancient trees tower in the forest, dappled sunlight filtering through the gaps in the branches and leaves, casting a cool, secluded atmosphere. The wind rustles through the treetops, sounding like someone whispering softly.

"Senior!" Nie Feng looked helplessly at the greasy-faced Pig King.

"Why would you frame a junior? With your astonishing martial arts skills, why would you do something so damaging to your reputation?"

"Damage to reputation?" Pig King tore off a large piece of pork, chewing until his mouth was full of oil, and chuckled.

"Kid, you don't understand! The feeling of slapping a woman's butt is a pleasure that even the gods can't buy! Their sweet, startled screams, tsk tsk... just hearing them makes my soul fly away."

Looking at the Pig King's blissful expression, Nie Feng felt nothing but endless absurdity. In this vast world of martial arts, a person's reputation and integrity were considered less valuable than roadside weeds by some.

Is this person truly a peerless master renowned throughout the martial arts world?

He looks like a street thug no matter how you look at him.

"wind!"

A crisp sound came from outside the woods. Dugu Meng, drenched in sweat from running, finally followed the trail and arrived here.

"Meng, you've come." Nie Feng quickly went to greet you.

"Oh my! What a beautiful young lady!"

The moment Pig King saw Dugu Meng, his tiny, beady eyes lit up, and the pig leg in his hand suddenly lost its appeal.

His figure suddenly blurred, his whole body turning into a blurry afterimage, incredibly fast, directly bypassing Nie Feng and appearing behind Dugu Meng like a ghost.

Snapped.

A crisp sound echoed through the forest as Pig King's greasy hand gave Dugu Meng's pert buttocks a solid slap.

Dugu Meng had no time to react. She only felt a strange touch from behind, and in an instant, an indescribable feeling of shame and annoyance spread throughout her body.

She screamed and turned around abruptly, her pretty face flushed red, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

"You scoundrel! I'm going to kill you!"

Clang.

With a sudden swift motion, Dugu Meng poured all her rage into the blade, its tip gleaming with a sharp, cold light as it pierced straight towards the Pig King's throat, a fatal acupoint.

"Hehe, it feels really good, soft and fluffy yet with a bit of resilience."

The Pig King let out a strange laugh, his body becoming as slippery as an eel. With a slight twist, he dodged the deadly sword and retreated to an open space several feet away in an instant.

He brought his hand to his nose and took a deep breath, his face filled with a look of ecstasy.

"It smells so good!"

"you!"

Dugu Meng was so angry that she was trembling all over. Just as she was about to draw her sword and give chase, she saw that the fat man had already ridden away on his big fat pig and disappeared without a trace, leaving only a string of extremely lewd laughter echoing back and forth in the forest.

"Nie Feng!" Dugu Meng turned her head sharply, her eyes blazing with anger and disappointment.

"How could you associate with such a despicable and shameless scoundrel?"

"Dream, let me explain."

Nie Feng was utterly embarrassed and wanted to step forward to offer some words of comfort, but Dugu Meng pointed the cold tip of her sword at his heart.

"Although this person acts erratically and unreliably, he is indeed the senior who saved us on the mountain just now," Nie Feng explained with a hint of helplessness.

"His martial arts skills are unfathomable; he must be a reclusive master who doesn't want to get involved in worldly affairs."

"A master? I think he's more like a lecherous thief!" Dugu Meng gritted her teeth in hatred, her voice sounding like it was being squeezed out from between her teeth.

"Nie Feng, I used to think you were a decent and upright man, but I never expected you to defend such scum. I think you're all a bunch of rotten meat in one pot, not a single one of you is good."

Seeing Nie Feng so protective of the fat man who had been harassing her, Dugu Meng's hatred grew wildly like weeds. In this desolate world, only hatred could make her feel alive.

"The hatred for my father's murder is still unavenged, and now I'm suffering this humiliating disgrace." Dugu Meng gripped her longsword tightly, silently vowing in her heart,

"Nie Feng, I must take your life, not only for my deceased father, but also for myself."

Looking into Dugu Meng's eyes, which were filled with hatred, Nie Feng felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if he were being pricked by needles. He didn't know how to explain, so he could only sigh forlornly, feeling helpless towards that pig senior.

It was as if an invisible blade had cleaved through the void, shattering their fate and leaving only devastation and irreconcilable resentment.

This time, I've truly fallen into a mud pit, and there's no way to wash the dirty water off me.