I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Ghost Tiger looked up at the arrogant figure on the high platform, who seemed like a god or demon. His throat bobbed with difficulty, his knees buckled, and he knelt heavily.

"I am Guihu, a servant of the nameless senior. I infiltrated the Wushen Jue Palace as an undercover agent to rescue my master. I humbly request your understanding!"

"Ghost Tiger?" Duan Lang stood at the edge of the high platform, his expression nonchalant as he looked down at the lowly body. A hint of amusement crept into his eyes.

"I know you."

Before anyone could see how he made a move, his slender fingertips flicked out several sharp, solid, and tangible bursts of energy. The sound of his fingertips piercing the air was sharp and shrill, as swift as thunder. In the blink of an eye, he had sealed off eighteen vital acupoints around Ghost Tiger's body.

"Take him away and lock him up in solitary confinement." Duan Lang's tone was indifferent, then his gaze shifted, settling calmly on Jue Tian, ​​who was kneeling on the ground.

"From now on, you'll be in charge of feeding those martial arts practitioners and this guy. Remember, wear Ghost Cha Luo's clothes and don't give yourself away. Also, keep giving them the Bone-Piercing Powder to prevent them from regaining their strength."

"Yes, Master!"

Jue Tian kowtowed repeatedly, yet an endless bitterness welled up in his heart.

The once-powerful young master of the Wushen Palace has fallen into prison and is now forced to serve as a jailer delivering meals. Truly, life is unpredictable and utterly absurd.

Inside the Supreme Elder's Pavilion of Tianshan, the room was desolate, with only the faint fragrance of ambergris burning in the golden cauldron wafting through the air.

"Brother Jiang," Second Dream said softly as she approached Jiang Chen.

"I want to go back to Duanqingju."

"The Abode of Broken Hearts?" Jiang Chen was slightly taken aback, then nodded.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

"I want to go too!"

Seeing that the two were about to leave, You Ruo moved as lightly as a swallow and in the blink of an eye, she had already rushed to Jiang Chen's side. Her fair hand also climbed up his sleeve, her expression full of relentless determination.

"You shouldn't go." Jiang Chen raised his hand and flicked Yu Youruo's smooth forehead with his finger, his words full of doting warmth.

"Tianshan has just experienced a major upheaval and needs someone to oversee it. You stay here and keep an eye on things for Duan Lang."

"Hmph! Favoritism!"

You Ru pouted, her face full of reluctance, but she could not resist Jiang Chen's unquestionable gaze and had no choice but to obediently agree.

Jiang Chen stretched out his long arms and naturally embraced Di Er Meng's slender waist.

Before anyone could see how he made a move, his figure soared into the air like a fleeting shadow, transforming into a dazzling streak of light that pierced the sky. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the horizon.

Only You Ruo remained standing there, gazing in the direction the two had left, stamping her jade feet in anger:

"You stinky Jiang Chen! You wicked Jiang Chen! You've forgotten your old love as soon as you have a new one! Humph!"

Duanqingju is a secluded and tranquil place hidden deep in the heart of the mountains, undisturbed by the affairs of the world. It is also a secluded paradise.

Looking into the distance, one sees verdant mountains all around, their layers of peaks hidden deep in the clouds and mist, ethereal and unpredictable.

A clear stream meanders like a jade ribbon, slowly flowing into the deep pool of a blue lake. The shimmering lake reflects the verdant mountains, creating a scene of unparalleled beauty.

Nestled among the fragrant orchids and water lilies, several exquisite bamboo houses are scattered and hidden away.

A winding path winds through the flowers, leading to a secluded corridor. A gentle breeze carries the rich fragrance of flowers, refreshing and delightful.

"This place is so beautiful."

Jiang Chen's gaze slowly swept over the beautiful landscape around him, letting the cool lake breeze caress his face. He felt refreshed and couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.

"Yes, this is where I grew up." Second Dream stood still for a moment, her gaze slowly sweeping over the mountains and rivers that had accompanied her growth, a deep sense of longing and reminiscence gradually filling her eyes.

"Although it's called 'Broken Heart Residence,' it holds too many memories for me."

The two walked through the corridor and followed the path into the bamboo house.

The interior furnishings, though not luxurious, exuded a simple and elegant charm that returned to nature. A faint, cool fragrance wafted in the air, making one forget worldly concerns.

Second Dream walked to the bedside, took out an exquisite wooden box, and gently stroked the patterns on the box with her fingertips, her eyes filled with complex and unfathomable emotions.

"What is this?" Jiang Chen asked curiously.

The Second Dream did not respond immediately, but instead gently lifted her hand and slowly opened the wooden box lid.

Inside the box was a thick stack of yellowed letters, neatly arranged. Despite the passage of time, each letter was still preserved as if it were brand new, without a trace of the dust of years.

"This is..." Jiang Chen glanced at the handwriting on the envelope and immediately understood.

"Are these letters between you and Nie Feng?"

"Mmm." Second Dream nodded slightly, her slender white fingertips gently caressing the yellowed envelope in her hand, her gaze softening.

"Over the years, I have been corresponding with Feng through letters. Although we have never met, we talk about everything and confide in each other in our letters..."

"Are you showing me a love letter?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, a playful smile curving his lips, his words carrying a hint of mockery.

Second Dream slowly raised her beautiful eyes, her watery gaze fixed on Jiang Chen's face, lingering there for a long time.

After a moment, she lightly flipped her jade wrist, her movements revealing a resolute determination.

A thick stack of letters fell like a broken-winged goose as she moved, landing directly into the red clay stove.

The flames in the furnace seemed to sense their master's emotions, suddenly leaping up and frantically devouring the yellowed paper that carried the weight of bygone years, turning it into specks of ash in an instant, which then vanished without a trace with the heat.

"Dream, what is this...?"

Upon witnessing this scene, Jiang Chen was slightly taken aback, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Let bygones be bygones." Second Dream gazed at the leaping flames in the furnace, the last vestiges of hesitation in her eyes finally burned away by the fire, replaced by clarity and resolve.

"These letters represent a part of my connection with the wind. Now that the connection has ended, there's no point in keeping them."

"You don't want Nie Feng anymore?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen couldn't help but show a hint of surprise on his face.

Although he already knew that the beauty had secretly fallen for him, he did not expect her to act so decisively and resolutely sever ties with him.

After all, according to the predetermined course of fate, she should have been deeply in love with Nie Feng at this moment, and her love should have lasted until death.

"What do you mean you don't want it anymore?" Second Dream glared at him, her cheeks flushed.

"Feng and I... never really started anything. We were just pen pals before, and from now on... we can only be friends."

Because her heart had already unknowingly been bound to him, nothing else mattered except for the clouds over Wushan.

However, being a shy young woman, she was too embarrassed to utter such explicit words of love, and could only keep her deep affection for him hidden between her lips.

So she said softly:

"Actually, I've found that my feelings for the wind are more of an appreciation for a kindred spirit than romantic love. Since I don't like it, why keep these things and add to my troubles?"

Watching the letter turn to ash inch by inch in the stove, Second Dream felt the pent-up emotions in his heart vanish in an instant, and his mind became clear and empty.

Goodbye, dream.

From this day forward, I will return to my true second dream.

When that thick stack of letters turned to ashes, all the past events vanished like smoke.

The two left the bamboo house side by side and strolled slowly to the lakeside, where they saw a small boat quietly moored on the shore, gently swaying with the ripples.

With a faint smile, Jiang Chen gently took Second Dream's soft, boneless hands, and the two of them boarded the small boat together.

Without any apparent effort, simply by releasing his inner energy, the small boat moved on its own, slowly breaking through the emerald green ripples, carrying the beautiful couple leisurely towards the center of the lake.

At this moment, the lake shimmered and its waters were as clear as jade, reflecting the two figures leaning against each other in a vivid way.

A gentle breeze caressed my face, carrying with it the delicate fragrance of orchids from the shore, making me feel intoxicated by this picturesque scenery.

This scene is like a masterpiece painted by a contemporary master artist, painstakingly sketching on rice paper. Even though it is just a small corner, it is enough to make people unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, and to immerse themselves in it.

Gazing at the beautiful woman before him, Jiang Chen could no longer suppress the poetic feeling in his heart.

He stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the boat, his gaze distant, looking at the verdant mountains in the distance. As the boat swayed gently, he slowly recited aloud:

"A light boat floats on the clear water, its reflection entwined with the green mountains."

"From now on, I will not be a heartless person; I only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals."

His voice was gentle and warm, and every word was full of emotion.

On the shimmering lake, this straightforward and fervent vow, like a spring breeze and gentle rain, instantly soothed the already throbbing heart.

"I envy not the immortals, but the loving couple..."

She murmured to herself, raised her head, and her beautiful eyes rippled with emotion as she gazed at Jiang Chen with adoration. This man was not only a peerless martial artist, but also possessed such literary talent!

In that instant, Second Dream felt her heart completely captivated, and that fluttering feeling grew wildly like weeds, from which she could no longer extricate herself.

Just as the two were deeply in love, the originally clear weather suddenly changed without warning.

In an instant, the vast sky above darkened, and the rolling dark clouds surged violently like raging waves. A gust of wind rose from the ground, whipping up thousands of towering waves.

Rumbling--

Thunder rumbled, accompanied by churning dark clouds. A deafening roar of thunder shook the heavens, as if the very heavens were about to unleash boundless divine punishment upon this act of defying fate and forcibly seizing a marriage, sending chills down everyone's spines.

slam-la-

The torrential rain poured down like a burst dam, the water droplets crashing against the lake's surface, shattering the tranquil scene and turning it into a turbulent sea.

However, no matter how violent the rain was, it seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier when it fell within three feet of the light boat, and could not advance even an inch.

Jiang Chen's aura circulated and condensed into a protective force, creating a pure and immaculate space within this small area, making the boat peaceful and tranquil.

The two were only inches apart, their breaths mingling intimately within that small space.

Di Er Meng gazed at the man before her, her heart pounding like a deer's. The deep affection in her eyes finally overflowed, impossible to conceal in the slightest.

The ambiguous atmosphere grew stronger, and their breathing became rapid and disordered.

Jiang Chen slowly leaned down, and Di Er Meng, feeling extremely shy, closed her eyes, raised her head slightly, and silently awaited the kiss that was about to seal their love.

Two thin lips were about to touch, only a hair's breadth apart—

"You audacious madman!!"

This roar was like a thunderclap from the heavens, instantly shattering the tranquility of the lake and stirring up a thousand waves with terrifying force.

"You dare to seduce my daughter?! Go to hell!!"

With a roar, a majestic figure came galloping across the waves!

With each step, the lake beneath his feet exploded with a deafening roar, sending up towering columns of water.

The newcomer was enveloped in a murderous aura that seemed to soar to the heavens, and charged straight at the small boat like a madman.