I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The summit of Tianshan is covered in snow and cold, while the Supreme Elder's Pavilion in the outer heavens hangs alone in the sea of ​​clouds.

Jiang Chen returned through the clouds, striding into the pavilion, with Di Er Meng close by, and a thin, dirty girl trailing behind.

The maid, dressed in rags, looked out of place following behind the woman in brocade, but her eyes shone brightly, revealing a wild and unyielding spirit.

"Brother Jiang Chen is back!"

Hearing the commotion, You Ruo rushed out in a panic.

Originally beaming with joy, You Ruo's smile froze the moment her gaze fell upon the dirty little boy behind Jiang Chen, leaving her completely stunned.

"What...what's going on..." You Ruo pointed at the child's tongue, which was tied in knots.

"Brother Jiang Chen, you went out for a stroll and brought back an illegitimate daughter? That's terrifyingly fast!"

"What nonsense are you thinking!" Jiang Chen raised his hand and gave You Ruo a sharp tap on the forehead.

"I found an orphan on the way, and I saw that she had extraordinary potential, so I brought her back to raise her."

"Oh...that scared me to death." You Ruo patted her chest hard and let out a long breath.

"Meng, take her downstairs to take a bath, change her clothes, and get her something to eat," Jiang Chen instructed, turning his head.

"Yes, my husband." Second Dream nodded obediently, her face beaming with smiles, and she took the dirty maid's hand and turned to leave.

"Husband...husband?!"

You Ruo felt as if she had been struck by lightning, frozen in place, her eyes fixed on Di Er Meng's retreating figure. Her voice was broken and incoherent, filled with terror that seemed to spill from her throat.

"Brother Jiang Chen, what...what did she call you just now?"

"My husband," Jiang Chen replied casually, raising an eyebrow slightly.

We got married.

"What?! They're married?!"

You Ruo felt a roar in her mind, and the colorful flowers before her eyes instantly lost their color, leaving only a bleak grayness in the world.

"Why?!" She grabbed Jiang Chen's arm tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I was the one who met you first! I was the one who liked you first! Why is she getting married after only a few days?! And... her name is Second Dream, yet she stole the first place! I refuse to accept this!!"

Seeing You Ruo's aggrieved expression and the fact that she was about to cry, Jiang Chen was both amused and exasperated.

"So what do you want?"

"I want to get married too! Right now! Immediately!!"

You Ruo suddenly lunged forward, tightly hugging Jiang Chen's neck, as if she wanted to cling to him and shout at the top of her lungs.

"I want to be a wife too! I want to call him 'husband' too!!"

"Alright, alright, whatever you want, whatever you say." Jiang Chen affectionately ruffled her hair.

"Let's settle this today, is that alright?"

"Really?" You Ruo instantly burst into laughter through her tears, clinging to Jiang Chen's arm and acting all cute and spoiled.

"Brother Jiang Chen is the best!"

That night, the lights in the outer sky shone like daytime, illuminating the accumulated snow and cold clouds.

The thousand-foot-long red silk fluttered in the wind, like a dragon weaving through the eaves and corners, transforming the once solemn and austere Supreme Elder's Pavilion into a bustling and vibrant scene of ten feet of soft red.

He sat majestically in the high hall.

The former ruthless and fierce man has completely vanished, and now he only wears the smile of a kind father, happily looking at the newcomer.

Xiong Ba was naturally overjoyed that his daughter had married such an unparalleled expert as Jiang Chen.

Duan Lang, dressed in a fiery red brocade robe, entered the room with two sword servants as if a wildfire had broken out. Although his arrogance remained, he also exuded a sense of composure befitting a guest.

Sword Slave Leng Yan, who was behind him, saw the Supreme Elder enjoying the bliss of having two beauties by his side and couldn't help but feel a stirring of lust. She stared longingly at the fiery red figure in front of her.

The girl's fingers subtly twisted the hem of her dress, her heart filled with resentment.

The Supreme Elder has already married two wives, and I really want to marry my master... But my master is like a block of wood, showing no interest in me whatsoever, it's driving me crazy.

Second Dream led the newly dressed girl to stand to the side to watch the ceremony. Although a slight pang of sadness rose in her heart, she quickly felt relieved.

Jiang Chen is like a thunderclap soaring through the heavens and a dragon churning the four seas; he is destined to shake the world and cannot be restrained by the tender feelings of a young lady.

If I can find a place to settle in his heart, even if I cannot enjoy the spring sunshine all to myself, I will have no regrets in this life.

Amidst the boisterous and joyous atmosphere, another obedient figure moved tactfully among the guests, diligently performing the duties of a servant, serving tea and water. Upon closer inspection, it was none other than Jue Tian, ​​the beloved son of Jue Wushen.

Below the corridor and in front of the steps, there were more than a hundred pretty maids dressed in colorful clothes, laughing and strolling around.

Since it was such a joyous occasion, he was granted special permission to shed his usual restraint and revel with the guests. The sounds of birdsong filled the air, adding to the enchanting springtime atmosphere of the Supreme Elder's Pavilion.

When the auspicious hour arrived, thunderous gongs and drums, along with melodious zithers and flutes, resounded simultaneously, and a rolling wave of sound surged out like a tide, instantly engulfing the entire Tianwaitian.

"I bow to Heaven and Earth—!!"

Jiang Chen took You Ruo's small hand and bowed deeply towards the vast world outside the door.

"Second bow to the parents—!!"

The two turned around and bowed to Xiong Ba. Xiong Ba's face was flushed, and his eyes and brows were full of smiles. He kept nodding, his eyes full of love.

"Husband and wife bow to each other—!!"

Amidst the emcee's loud chanting, the newlyweds slowly stood facing each other, their eyes meeting, each seeing only the other's reflection.

"The ceremony is complete!!"

"Send them to the bridal chamber—!!"

As soon as the music and ceremony ended, You Ruo grabbed Jiang Chen and ran wildly towards the back hall.

"Hey, hey, slow down!" Jiang Chen staggered and almost lost his balance, and could only let the girl drag him along, his face showing a helpless bitter smile.

"So eager to have a baby?"

"Nonsense!" You Ruo turned around and glared at him fiercely. Instead of stopping, she used her lightness skill to create a gust of wind.

"She called me 'husband' in her second dream. If I don't hurry up and make it a done deal, how am I going to live in the future?!"

The two rushed into the bridal chamber like a whirlwind, slamming the door shut behind them.

Before Jiang Chen could react, You Ruo suddenly turned around and pushed him down onto the soft wedding bed.

"you……"

Just as Jiang Chen was about to speak, You Ruo pressed forward, her ten fingers flying like butterflies flitting among flowers, using all her skills to disarm him.

In an instant, Jiang Chen's elaborate wedding attire transformed into red clouds that scattered and left his body.

Before the wedding dresses had even settled, the young woman was already swaying her slender waist, showing no trace of girlish shyness or coyness, but rather a bold and unrestrained spirit that emanated from her very bones.

Looking down from above, her eyes sparkled with a captivating, alluring charm.

"Oh?"

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow, his expression showing no sign of surprise or panic, but rather a hint of unexpected amusement. He leisurely began to scrutinize the audacious beauty on his body.

"I didn't realize you knew so much, despite your usual loud and boisterous demeanor. This stance, have you been trained?"

"That's right!" You Ruo proudly raised her chin, her slender hand reaching for the folds of her skirt at her waist, speaking with an air of self-righteousness.

"Before, my father kept me locked up in that lakeside cottage, and I never saw a soul all day long. It was incredibly boring! So I had someone gather a bunch of storybooks to pass the time. I've already memorized all those moves from the books, so I'll use you as practice!"

"Very well, since Madam has such an interest..."

Jiang Chen stretched out his body, letting his limbs sink into the soft quilt. The playful smile on his lips deepened. He was content to be a leisurely person enjoying this gentle paradise.

"Then I'll lie down tonight and let my wife use all her skills."

"Hmph, watch me!"

Before she finished speaking, You Ruo did not undress. Instead, she gently raised her fair hand and lifted her heavy wedding dress up to her waist like a swirling red cloud.

Beneath the layers of skirts, there was nothing to hold her back; a snowy, spring-like expanse was laid bare before her eyes. Without restraint, it only added a touch of primal wildness.

With a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve, it instantly swallowed up the scene before it.

"hiss……"

Even with Jiang Chen's extraordinary cultivation, he couldn't help but groan as he felt a soul-stirring, bone-melting warmth rush to his head, almost causing his soul to be sucked away by this enchantress.

Red candles burn brightly, warming the brocade curtains.

Her soft moans echoed through the boudoir.

Wushan Clouds and Rain, Wushan Dream

Springtime is long, with waves of red ripples.

The clouds outside the window obscured the cold moon, as if they too were ashamed, and quietly disappeared.

Tonight is destined to be a fierce and beautiful battle between two equally matched opponents; no one will be able to sleep.

The dream of spring night was long and sweet, and several days passed before Jiang Chen returned to worldly affairs.

Before the imperial edict in the capital, a sea of ​​people surged forth like a swarm of locusts crossing a river, stretching for miles in a dense, dark mass. The deafening clamor reached the heavens, almost shaking the golden edict itself to the ground.

"Look! The emperor has issued an edict of self-reproach!"

"Good heavens! A decree of self-reproach? This is unprecedented!"

"That's right! The emperor realized his virtue was lacking, causing constant natural and man-made disasters, making it impossible for the people to survive. So he issued an edict admitting his mistakes and even... even had to abdicate his throne!"

"Abdication?! Really?! The emperor is in his prime, would he really be willing to relinquish power?"

"The imperial edict is written clearly in black and white! How could it be fake?"

A literate scholar squeezed to the front of the crowd, pointed at the imperial edict, and read it aloud:

"I have reigned for decades, working tirelessly from dawn till dusk, yet my virtue and talent are insufficient, angering Heaven and losing the hearts of the people. As a result, the land suffers from constant droughts and floods, rampant plagues, displaced people, and countless starving to death. My heart is filled with bitterness, and I cannot sleep all night..."

"...I am deeply aware of my grave sins, having failed my ancestors and shamed the common people. Therefore, I hereby issue this edict to repent and atone to the world! I hereby formally abdicate in seven days, handing the throne to a virtuous successor, seeking only the capable to rule, so that all people may enjoy a peaceful and prosperous era!"

By the end, the scholar's voice trembled. This was no edict of self-reproach; it was clearly an edict of regime change!

"Choose someone more virtuous?" Who will be the new emperor?

"Who knows? Since the emperor has spoken, he must have someone in mind."

"Tch! I've seen through it all. All crows are black! Whoever sits on that dragon throne, we'll still be destined to eat chaff and wild vegetables. What's the difference?"

"That's for sure! Not to mention the exorbitant taxes and levies, those outlaws in the martial arts world are constantly fighting and killing each other. Today they'll slaughter a village, tomorrow they'll wipe out an entire family, and the imperial court won't even dare to utter a peep! They live a life of constant fear, risking their lives!"

"Sigh, we ordinary folks don't ask for great wealth or status, we just want someone who can keep things in order and stop making us suffer that humiliation..."

The people discussed it endlessly, whether out of worry or expectation, they ultimately only wanted to have enough to eat and live a peaceful life.

For ordinary people, who sits on the dragon throne is just another act in the drama of the big shots; all they ask for is to have enough to eat and wear, nothing more.