I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

A magnificent city appeared on the horizon.

The city walls stand tall, and the banners obscure the sun. The three large characters "Wushuang City" shine brightly in the sunlight.

Unlike the domineering and imposing World Society, Wushuang City exudes an ancient and profound aura, after all, it is a martial arts family with a history of hundreds of years.

"We've finally arrived." Duan Lang looked at the city before him, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

Once upon a time, he was from a prestigious family, but now he has to live under someone else's roof.

"Let's go, Brother Lang." Jiang Chen patted his shoulder. "Since we're here, let's make the best of it. Let's eat something first. We've been eating and sleeping in the open for so long, our mouths are practically tasteless."

Upon hearing this, Duan Lang couldn't help but chuckle.

This guy, no matter what, is always most concerned about food.

The two entered the city and found the largest restaurant.

Jiang Chen ordered a table full of fine wine and dishes, and then began to eat heartily without any regard for his image.

Although Duan Lang was also hungry, he ate much more politely, after all, he had received a good family education since childhood.

After a hearty meal, the two headed straight for the Wushuang City Lord's Mansion.

"Halt! Who goes there?"

As soon as they reached the entrance, they were stopped by two guards.

"Duan Lang, son of Duan Shuai, the Sword Master of Nanlin, requests an audience with City Lord Dugu." Duan Lang proudly announced his family name.

Although the Duan family has declined, the title of "Nanlin Sword Master" still resounds in the martial arts world.

Upon hearing this, the guards exchanged glances, not daring to be negligent.

"Please wait a moment, I'll go and inform them right away."

A moment later, the guards turned back.

"The city lord requests your presence."

Following the guards through numerous courtyards, the two arrived at a magnificent hall.

In the main hall sat a middle-aged man dressed in a brocade robe.

With a dignified face and piercing gaze, he was none other than the peerless city lord, Dugu Yifang.

"Junior Duan Lang greets City Lord Dugu." Duan Lang stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting.

Jiang Chen stood behind Duan Lang, bowing slightly, looking like a follower.

Dugu Yifang glanced at Duan Lang and nodded slightly.

"Indeed, a man of exceptional talent. Although Commander Duan is no longer with us, you have inherited some of his pride and integrity."

"You flatter me, City Lord," Duan Lang said neither humbly nor arrogantly. Then, his expression turned serious, and he took the initiative to speak: "The reason I have come here is actually to seek refuge with Wushuang City. To be honest, City Lord, I am being hunted down by Xiong Ba and have nowhere to go."

"Oh? Xiong Ba wants to kill you?" A hint of surprise flashed in Dugu Yifang's eyes, then he asked, "Why?"

Duan Lang had already prepared his answer in mind, and said in a deep voice, "Xiong Ba is inherently suspicious. He would rather kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free. Although I have tried my best, I am still an outsider. In addition, I have made some progress in martial arts, which aroused jealousy. Xiong Ba was worried that I was raising a tiger that would cause trouble, so he did not hesitate to kill me."

He did not mention that he had defeated Bu Jingyun.

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

Before you have enough strength, acting too strong will only invite fear.

Upon hearing this, Dugu Yifang let out a cold laugh.

"That old scoundrel Xiong Ba is indeed that kind of person. Narrow-minded, he'll never amount to anything!"

The enemy of the enemy is the friend.

Since Duan Lang was someone Xiong Ba wanted to kill, he naturally had to protect him.

Moreover, Duan Lang is from a prestigious family, and if he could be recruited, he would be a great asset.

As for Jiang Chen behind Duan Lang, Dugu Yifang only glanced at him indifferently before paying no further attention.

An ordinary person with no trace of true energy fluctuations is probably Duan Lang's servant.

Little did they know, Jiang Chen was also secretly observing this peerless city lord who commanded respect in the region.

"This is Dugu Yifang?" Jiang Chen sneered inwardly. "Too bad, he's an imposter."

Knowing the plot well, he naturally knew that the real Dugu Yifang had been frozen to death in the ice cave by the Sword Sect Master many years ago.

The one in front of me is just a stand-in.

Although the stunt double acted very well and even mastered martial arts to an extremely high level, under Jiang Chen's "Martial Arts Heavenly Eye," all the disguises were exposed.

However, Jiang Chen did not intend to expose him.

"Since you're here, stay in Wushuang City." Dugu Yifang waved his hand. "Ming'er."

"The child is here."

A young man dressed in white walked out from the side hall. He was Dugu Ming, the son of Dugu Yifang.

"Take Young Hero Duan to his guest room to rest, and treat him well. Do not neglect him."

"Yes, Father," Dugu Ming replied, turning to look at Duan Lang with a hint of curiosity and scrutiny in his eyes.

"Brother Duan, please."

"Thank you, City Lord, thank you, Young City Lord." Duan Lang bowed again, then led Jiang Chen and followed Dugu Ming out of the main hall.

Watching the departing figures of the group, Dugu Yifang tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, lost in thought.

"The son of the Southern Sword Master... I hope he can bring me some surprises."

Dugu Ming led the two through several corridors to a secluded courtyard.

"This place is serene and peaceful, Brother Duan, please rest here." With that, Dugu Ming clapped his hands.

A pretty maid walked in with her head down and stood respectfully to one side.

"This girl is named Yan'er. She was prepared for you. Her daily duties include serving tea and water, warming the bed, and making the quilts."

Dugu Ming's lips curled into a meaningful smile. "In our Peerless City, women are merely appendages of the strong. Since Brother Duan is here, there's no need to be polite; please enjoy yourself."

Although Dugu Ming spoke politely, his demeanor still revealed an innate sense of superiority.

"Thank you, Young City Lord." Duan Lang clasped his hands in thanks, but his eyes inadvertently met Jiang Chen's.

The two understood each other without saying a word.

This is no maidservant at all; she is clearly an informant sent by Dugu Yifang.

Dugu Ming nodded, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Chen, who remained meek and obedient, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes, before he turned and left.

After Dugu Ming walked away, Yan'er stepped forward and bowed gracefully to Duan Lang.

"Young master, this servant will assist you with your bath and changing."

Duan Lang was slightly taken aback, then glanced at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen lowered his head and looked like a loyal servant as he retreated to the side room next door.

"Thank you for your trouble," Duan Lang said calmly, withdrawing his gaze.

Side room.

Jiang Chen closed the door, his respectful expression vanishing instantly, replaced by a playful smile.

"Dugu Ming..."

Looking through the crack in the window at the lights shining from the direction of the main house, a glint of light flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes.

Knowing the plot well, he knew that although Dugu Ming was a spoiled brat, he possessed an extremely powerful leg technique—the Dragon Subduing Divine Leg.

This leg technique is fierce and domineering, with astonishing power. If one could witness him demonstrate it firsthand, use the "Martial Arts Heavenly Eye" to steal and learn it, and then deduce the perfect version, one's own strength would surely reach a new level.

As for finding the Sword Saint...

Jiang Chen poured himself a cup of tea and took a small sip.

Not urgent.

Now that Dugu Yifang has sent spies to keep an eye on things, rushing to find out the Sword Saint's whereabouts would only arouse suspicion.

They come, the security.

First, establish a foothold in Wushuang City and gain Dugu Yifang's trust. As for the Sword Saint, he's elusive and rarely seen; if fate allows, they will meet again.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chen put down his teacup and was about to rest when he suddenly smelled a sour odor on his body.

Having endured wind and rain all along the way, my clothes were already smelly.

"well……"

Hearing the faint sound of water coming from next door, Jiang Chen glanced at his empty room and couldn't help but feel a surge of sadness.

"Different people, different fates!"

"Brother Lang has beautiful maids to serve him during his bath, but I can only scrub myself clean."

Jiang Chen shook his head, his face filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

"The night is long, and I can't sleep..."

Filled with deep resentment, Jiang Chen blew out the candle and lay down fully clothed.

The seemingly peaceful Wushuang City is actually rife with undercurrents.