I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Jiang Chen pushed open the half-closed bamboo door and stepped into the swirling morning breeze. His robes billowed in the wind like clouds, making a continuous, crisp sound.

The courtyard was covered with withered leaves. The Second Blade Emperor was like an ant trapped on a hot pan, his feet stomping back and forth in a chaotic manner. With each step, he crushed the withered branches under his feet into dust. He was clearly extremely anxious.

Hearing a noise behind him, he looked up abruptly, his bloodshot eyes flashing with surprise. In a few strides, he covered several meters and rushed to the other side.

"Good son-in-law! You've finally deigned to show yourself! Quickly, what's the secret behind that sword intent that instantly ages someone? Tell me about it!"

"Father-in-law, what's the rush?"

Jiang Chen remained calm, casually folding off a withered bamboo branch from his side. With a flick of his wrist, the bamboo branch sliced ​​through the air with a few sharp, mournful whistles.

"The saying 'Time is like a knife' deals with the laws of nature, it's too mysterious. With your current level of understanding, even if I taught you step by step, you still wouldn't be able to grasp the basics."

Before he could finish speaking, the Second Blade Emperor's shoulders collapsed instantly, as if he had lost his parents:

"Huh? You can't learn it? Are you kidding me? I even gave you my precious daughter!!"

"However..." Jiang Chen's lips curled slightly, and he twirled the bamboo stick in his hand like a spear.

"I do have a simplified version of the sword technique called 'Spring and Autumn Annals.' Although it can't change time, if you practice it to the end, you can still cut off someone's lifespan with a single strike."

"The Spring and Autumn Period sword technique? Cutting off a person's lifespan?"

The Second Blade King's breathing suddenly faltered, then became heavy and labored, like a bellows.

A surge of heat rushed to his head, his old face instantly turned red and purple, and his eyes almost burst forth with a fierce light.

"Great name! So powerful! Teach me!"

"Watch closely, I'll demonstrate it for you."

Jiang Chen's expression softened slightly, and he slowly raised the withered bamboo in his hand.

At first, the movements were extremely slow, hesitant, and heavy, like an old man in his twilight years waving a cane, needing to exhaust all his strength for every inch he moved forward.

"Fleeting Beauty".

The moment the words fell, the wind seemed to be abruptly cut off by an invisible force.

Before the Second Blade Emperor could even blink, the withered bamboo in Jiang Chen's hand had already vanished into nothingness—not disappeared, but rather, this strike was so fast that even light and shadow couldn't catch up with it.

The Second Blade King's pupils contracted violently.

As far as the eye could see and the senses could perceive, there was only a deathly silence and emptiness.

There was no flash of blades, no afterimages, only a sharp, all-consuming intent that suddenly exploded in one's heart, making one's soul tremble.

When everything returned to calm, looking around, the earth was clearly divided in two.

A pitch-black chasm stretched straight for three thousand feet, cutting through mountains and forests, until it reached the end of sight.

The crack is bottomless, yet the cut wall is as smooth as a mirror, as if a god had casually drawn a deathly ink mark on a vast painting.

The Second Blade King's knees buckled, and he almost knelt down on the spot.

This is not just fast!

This is clearly an absolute and domineering power that can rival that of gods!

"This...this is something a human could do?!" He pointed at the endless abyss, his tongue practically tied in knots.

"A single withered bamboo cleaved the earth in two?! Good son-in-law...you...you're some kind of monster?!"

Jiang Chen remained completely unmoved, ignoring the cries of alarm around him, and calmly swept the bamboo branch across his hand once more.

Time flies.

As he finished speaking, his gaze locked onto a black-skinned wild boar a hundred feet away, which happened to be trying to cross the bamboo forest.

With a light press of the withered bamboo, a gloomy and heavy aura of death descended from afar.

The beast, which was originally fierce and about to flee, suddenly stopped, as if it were carrying a heavy burden.

Its glossy black mane turned deathly white at a visible speed, its robust body withered and shrank, and its vital essence was depleted in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the wild boar seemed to have exhausted its lifespan, letting out a hoarse cry before collapsing to the ground and turning into a skeleton.

The Second Blade Emperor's eyes widened in horror, and he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

"Instantly extinguishing one's lifespan... This... This!!"

"All ages have come to naught."

Jiang Chen flicked his wrist, and the withered bamboo made a virtual slash in mid-air.

This slash, instead of producing any earth-shattering phenomena, appeared weak and powerless, its execution extremely loose and casual.

It's like a street child waving a stick around randomly; let alone killing someone, it might not even be able to swat a fly.

Snapped.

The withered bamboo seemed unable to withstand such childish waste, and it shattered on the spot, turning into dust and scattering everywhere.

The heavens and earth remained undisturbed, and the sound of the wind in one's ears was as constant as ever.

Looking around, nothing in the world was severed by this single stroke, nor did any chilling atmosphere descend upon the mortal realm.

"These three moves are the essence of the Spring and Autumn Sword Technique." Jiang Chen brushed the dust from his palm and looked at his father-in-law, who was already dumbfounded.

"Did you understand?"

The Second Blade Emperor's expression was stiff; his rugged face was now filled with utter bewilderment.

He blinked blankly, seemingly unable to react at all.

"It's...it's over?" He scratched his messy hair, looking completely bewildered.

"Good son-in-law, are you kidding me? This last trick is just a load of rubbish?"

"This move is called 'Eternal Emptiness'." Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his voice calm yet thunderous.

"What is being cut off is not the tangible thing, but the intangible thought."

"An invisible thought?" The Second Blade Emperor was taken aback.

"When a person dies, the light goes out, but the cause and effect remain. This strike severs the fighting spirit in one's heart and severs the strife of the world." Jiang Chen's gaze was deep and piercing, cutting straight to the heart.

"If even the thought of 'wanting to win' is extinguished, what use is the knife in your hand?"

boom!

A word to awaken the dreamer.

The Second Blade Emperor trembled violently, feeling an indescribable terror instantly engulf his entire body.

If even the desire to win is extinguished... what difference is there between a martial artist who merely survives in this world and a walking corpse?

Although this blade shows no trace of blood, it strikes directly at the heart of martial arts; though it is called killing the body, it is in fact destroying the spirit.

The Second Blade Emperor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, exhaled a long breath, and finally recovered from the boundless terror.

"Good son-in-law, I'm convinced! I'm damn convinced!" He rubbed his hands together, his eyes filled with fervor and eagerness.

"But this thing is so mysterious and difficult to master. I'm just a roughneck; how am I supposed to practice it?"

Jiang Chen didn't say much, took a step forward, and lightly touched the center of his brow with his fingertip.

The instant the fingertips touched, countless obscure and difficult-to-understand martial arts essences, along with the complete mental formula of the "Spring and Autumn Sword Technique," rushed into the sea of ​​consciousness like a river flowing backward.

Although the sound did not pass through the ears, it exploded directly in the depths of the mind, as grand and solemn as a great bell, causing the three souls and seven spirits to tremble violently.

Countless sword shadows and the passage of time transformed into a surging river, forcefully and undeniably pouring into the long-dried sea of ​​consciousness.

Suddenly receiving the overwhelming sword intent, the Second Sword Emperor's burly figure first froze like a stone sculpture, and then trembled violently as if he could not bear it.

As his understanding deepened, his dough twitched wildly, sometimes as if he were being devoured by a thousand ants, and sometimes as if he were immersed in a blissful state.

After a long while, he suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, and a sharp light burst forth from the depths of his pupils, like a bolt of cold lightning that instantly pierced through the morning mist that filled the forest.

"I've got it! Damn it, I've got it!!"

Overwhelmed with excitement, his burly body trembled violently, unable to distinguish whether it was lingering fear or uncontrollable elation.

Looking at Jiang Chen now, there was no trace of the look one would give a son-in-law.

They were clearly worshipping a deity who had descended to earth.

boom!

His knees slammed heavily to the ground, kicking up dust.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Without the slightest reluctance or hesitation, the three kowtows were performed solidly, the deep echoes reverberating throughout the bamboo forest.

"Thank you so much, Master, for bestowing upon me this teaching! From this day forward, you are my father!!"

Jiang Chen chuckled and reached out to support the arm that was about to continue banging:

"Father-in-law, you flatter me. We're family; there's no need for such formalities."

"Yes! We're family!"

The Second Blade Emperor grinned, his gaze shifting back and forth between Jiang Chen and the blushing Second Dream behind him, his eyes gradually becoming lewd and meaningful.

"Now that I've mastered the swordsmanship, I won't get in the way anymore." He took a step closer, lowered his voice, and spoke with the air of someone who had been there all along.

"Get to the point! By this time next year, I absolutely have to hold my big, fat grandson in my arms! Then I'll pass on this 'Spring and Autumn Sword Technique' to that kid, hehe, and make my precious grandson a true sword god!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already turned into a blur and disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest.

Only the sound of maniacal laughter echoed through the valley, lingering for a long time.

This old fellow is clearly eager to find a place to go into seclusion.

The mountain breeze swept through the forest, causing the lush bamboo to sway gracefully and rustle softly.

Second Dream sighed softly, took light steps, and nestled beside Jiang Chen, saying gently:

"My father... is used to being crazy, I'm sorry you had to see that, my husband."

"Good."

Jiang Chen naturally embraced the slender waist of the beauty in his arms, his gaze drifting towards the distant, mist-shrouded, rolling green mountains, a deep meaning seemingly flowing in his eyes.

"To live with such purity is a blessing."

"The troublesome person is gone."

Jiang Chen slowly lowered his head, his eyes filled with an undisguised, burning gaze, as if he wanted to completely melt the beauty in his arms.

"My lady, it's time to go back and take care of some important business."

"Huh? What...what important business are you doing?"

In the second dream, she asked a question she already knew the answer to, and her ears turned so red they seemed to bleed.

Jiang Chen did not answer, but let out a long laugh, and the bamboo door closed softly in response.

The room was filled with enchanting beauty, which was left unsaid.

Thousands of miles away, in front of Bujia Village, the ancient road stretches out in a blanket of yellow sand.

A swift horse kicked up a cloud of dust, its mournful neigh tearing apart the long-lost stillness of the place.

Nie Feng steadied the reins, flipped off the horse, and took Dugu Meng from his arms.

The relentless travel day and night had left him with visible signs of fatigue, but his eyes still held a breathtaking composure.

This place was where Senior Brother Yun used to live in seclusion. If something really happened here, there would definitely be clues left behind.

The entrance to Bujia Village was deathly silent, the air heavy and almost viscous, and an invisible yet thick atmosphere of dread was quietly spreading through the area.

Two or three villagers huddled timidly under the rubble at the edge of the ruins, their faces filled with indelible sorrow and bewilderment. Their fingertips trembled as they pointed into the depths of the ruins, their eyes filled with unspeakable fear.

Nie Feng's heart skipped a beat. He took a few steps forward, cupped his hands, and asked:

"Auntie, is the great hero Bu Jingyun in the village?"

Upon hearing this, tears welled up in the old woman's cloudy eyes, and she sighed heavily.

"You're too late! You're too late! If you had come two days earlier, we might have seen you!"

"What's wrong?"

"Alas! What a tragedy!" A farmer nearby slammed his hoe on the ground, indignant.

"Two days ago, the plague-stricken soldiers suddenly surrounded the village, claiming that Master Bu had killed the entire family and that they were determined to take him and Miss Chuchu away!"

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, Nie Feng's heart sank. A long-suppressed unease surged through him like a tidal wave, and his gentle face instantly lost all color.

Senior Brother Yun has actually been arrested by the imperial court?

"This is outrageous!" The farmer grew angrier with each word, veins bulging on his neck.

"Master Bu helped us repair bridges and roads, and killed bandits to ensure our safety. What a wonderful person he was! Yet the officials insist he wiped out his entire family! I think it's clearly a deliberate frame-up!"

"Exactly! Master Bu could never be a bad person!"

The shouts of curses echoed through the village, fueling the villagers' growing indignation. They yelled at the top of their lungs, their spittle flying everywhere.

Dugu Meng, who had been standing quietly to the side, had been observing coldly. But now, seeing the villagers protecting Bu Jingyun so fiercely, she couldn't help but curl a mocking smile at the corner of her mouth.

It's truly a huge joke.

Bu Jingyun has a bloody history on his hands, including countless massacres of entire families, making him a ruthless killer.

If such vicious criminals could be called good people, there would be no evil people in the world.

Unfortunately, the truth is far more complex than meets the eye, and only the ignorant masses before us are fooled by his hypocritical facade.

"Thank you for telling me." Without giving it much thought, Nie Feng turned to look at Dugu Meng, his brow furrowed with seriousness.

"Meng, Senior Brother Yun is in trouble, I must go to the capital immediately!"

"I'll go with you."

Dugu Meng spoke in a calm tone, but her reply was crisp and decisive despite its unpleasantness.

"No." Nie Feng's expression grew even more resolute as he slowly shook his head.

"This journey is bound to be extremely dangerous. Since the imperial court dared to target Senior Brother Yun, there must be traps and ambushes laid all along the way. You have no reason to take such a risk."

"Are you afraid I'll be a burden to you?" Dugu Meng's eyebrows shot up, cutting off Nie Feng's words abruptly.

"Don't forget, I'm also someone who's been through thick and thin in the martial arts world."

She sneered inwardly. If she could watch her father's killer die under the imperial court's blade, it would be a truly worry-free and enjoyable thing.

"Alright, whatever you say." Knowing he couldn't go against her stubbornness, Nie Feng could only nod in agreement, then solemnly instructed her.

"After entering the capital, remember to remain still and follow my instructions. Under no circumstances should you act impulsively."

Dugu Meng felt that Nie Feng was being long-winded and nagging, but on the surface he put on a docile and obedient look and agreed softly.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the two of them leaped onto the horse and rode together.

Nie Feng embraced the beauty, his legs clamped tightly together, and the leather whip in his hand cracked loudly.

Smoke and dust billowed up.

He rode away alone on a swift horse, galloping towards the capital, a place where powerful figures gathered.