I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The setting sun spread across the sea, turning the vast waves a crimson hue.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty, cool chill, blew over, but it couldn't dispel the lingering, ambiguous atmosphere on the deck.

The dark cabin door creaked open.

Duan Lang walked out with his head held high, his clothes neatly arranged, his eyes and brows exuding a lazy and satisfied air, and the wicked smile on his lips was outrageously arrogant.

Yan Ying followed behind him, her waist swaying, her legs trembling slightly beneath her skirt.

Her originally pale face was now as beautiful as a peach blossom, her eyes and brows radiating spring, like a delicate flower that had just been thoroughly nourished by rain and dew, captivating and alluring.

In this woman's eyes, Nie Renwang and Jue Wushen were already a thing of the past; only the red-clad man with an air of evil in front of her was the one who had truly conquered her heart and soul!

Jiang Chen leaned against the mast with his arms crossed, a mocking glint in his eyes, inwardly chuckling to himself.

In the original story, Duan Lang killed Yan Ying like a chicken in order to seize the Dragon Essence, but now that I've stirred things up, they've become a perfect match.

"Brother Lang, how's it?" Jiang Chen teased, raising his eyebrows.

"Cool!"

Duan Lang made no attempt to hide anything, pulling Yan Ying's limp body into his arms and kissing her flushed face deeply, then bursting into laughter.

"No wonder she was once the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world! That figure, that skill... Hey! She's a hundred times better than those top courtesans at the Xinghua Brothel in the city who only know how to whine! Even the emperor's three thousand beauties might not have this kind of charm right now!"

In the shadows of the corner, the emperor huddled in a ball, and upon hearing this, he still stubbornly maintained his imperial dignity, clutching his broken leg and hoarsely arguing:

"My concubines number far more than three thousand, easily over ten thousand! Each one has a unique charm!!"

He shouted until his throat was hoarse, but his voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum, and it was quickly carried away by the sea breeze.

Not a single person on the boat turned to look at him.

Jiang Chen glanced at the figure kneeling on the ground in the corner, wishing he could bury his head in his crotch:

"Absolute Heaven".

"This servant...this servant is here!"

Jue Tian shuddered, knelt and moved forward a few steps, his forehead slamming heavily against the deck.

"Go to Japan with Brother Lang and properly take over the family business left by your father! After all, you are still the nominal young master of Wushen Jue Palace, and your subordinates will not dare to disobey you."

"Huh?!" Jue Tian suddenly raised his head, his face ashen, he simply couldn't believe it.

"Go...go to Japan?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Jiang Chen's lips curled into a playful, cold smile.

"Since Jue Wushen dares to run wild in the Central Plains, we believe in reciprocity, so naturally we should also pay a visit to his hometown and present him with a generous gift, shouldn't we?"

Having said that, his gaze turned to Duan Lang, who was holding the beauty in his arms:

"Brother Lang".

"Take this young master to Japan, and make sure he takes over the Wushen Jue Palace as his own, without hesitation!"

"Hahahaha!" Duan Lang's eyes were bloodshot, his tongue licking his chapped lips, his face filled with a bloodthirsty madness.

"Don't worry, brother! I'm the expert at taking over territory! From now on, the Wushen Jue Palace is ours!"

"As for you..."

Jiang Chen glanced at Jue Tian, ​​flicked his finger, and a golden light shot out, instantly entering Jue Tian's brow.

"I bestow upon you the 'God-Slaying Fist.' This fist technique evolved from the 'Killing Fist' of the Godless, but it is even more ferocious and ruthless! Its essence is to stop killing with killing, to annihilate gods and demons! Once you master it, the mere Jue Xin will be nothing but a clay chicken and a clay dog!"

In Jue Tian's mind, fist shadows danced, each move ruthless and each strike intended to kill.

He was so excited that his whole body trembled, and his head thumped repeatedly on the deck.

"Thank you for the reward, Master! From now on, whoever you command me to bite, I will bite! I will never let go!"

Yan Ying nestled limply in Duan Lang's arms, her eyes sparkling as she secretly plotted her next move.

Japan is the stronghold of Jue Wushen. Now that there is such a powerful man as Duan Lang, plus Jiang Chen, a fierce god, as a backer, the throne of the Japanese Empress may not be out of reach!

"Wherever Brother Lang goes, I will go..."

Yan Ying's eyes were alluring, as if she wished she could melt herself into Duan Lang's very bones and blood.

"Hehe, that's for sure!"

Duan Lang burst into wild laughter, his large hand roughly kneading Yan Ying's ample buttocks, and waved at Jiang Chen in the distance.

"Brother, I'm off! I'll come back for a drink after I've turned Japan upside down!"

As I turned around, a faint, whispering voice suddenly slipped into my ear:

"Brother Lang, once you're in Japan, don't mess with any martial arts sects."

Duan Lang abruptly stopped, his sword-like brows furrowing tightly.

Unmoved from the martial world?

The original intention of this trip was to conquer Japan and make a name for oneself.

"What? Those bow-legged Japanese pirates, I'll kill them all with my sword, one by one, that'll be satisfying!"

Duan Lang sent a telepathic message back, filled with resentment.

"The waters of Japan are murky, teeming with hidden talents. There are some old monsters you can't afford to mess with now. Don't go there to your death."

Although Jiang Chen's voice was calm, the chill it conveyed seeped into his bones.

The waters of Japan run deep. Two demon gods who have lived for thousands of years have been hiding behind the scenes. Although Duan Lang is strong, if he were to actually clash with them, he probably wouldn't last three moves.

Duan Lang's heart skipped a beat.

He knew Jiang Chen had a sharp eye and never spoke empty words.

Since they say they are "untouchable," there must be a King of Hell lurking deep within Japan.

"Okay! I'll do as you say!"

The sails disappeared into the distance, vanishing into the azure sky.

Jiang Chen, with Di Er Meng and You Ruo in his arms, rode the wind and soared into the void, watching the giant ship break through the waves and depart.

Suddenly, a piercing scream erupted from the departing ship, more horrible than the sound of a pig being slaughtered:

"I...I'm still on the ship!!"

"Stop the ship! Stop the ship now!! Take me back! I don't want to go to Japan to die!!"

The emperor with the broken leg screamed hoarsely, his voice filled with despair.

Just now, Duan Lang was in a hurry to go to Japan to show off his power, Jue Tian was busy professing his loyalty, and Yan Ying was only concerned with pleasing him. Not a single person remembered to abandon this unfortunate king.

As for Jiang Chen, with a beautiful woman by his side, he had long forgotten about this person.

Hearing the fading mournful cries, Second Dream paused for a moment, then gently tugged at Jiang Chen's sleeve:

"My lord, the emperor... seems to have forgotten to throw it down?"

"It's alright. Young people shouldn't always stay cooped up in the palace. Go out and explore more, maybe study in Japan to broaden your horizons."

Jiang Chen shrugged, completely unconcerned.

A few days later, at the herb hut deep in the mountains.

Enveloped in mist and emitting the bitter scent of herbs, this is the abode of the divine healer.

The group sat together, the atmosphere as somber as the clouds before a rainstorm.

Wuming stood quietly dressed in plain clothes. Although his face was still a little pale, his breathing had stabilized, like a withered tree that had been reborn in spring.

Bu Jingyun stood beside him with his arms crossed, his expression cold and stern. Although the new arm that the divine physician had attached was still a bit clumsy, it already exuded a menacing aura.

The injuries of the Second Blade Emperor, Ghost Tiger, Phoenix Dance, Dragon King, and Sword Morning were mostly healed thanks to the miraculous healing skills of the divine doctor.

"Alright, stop looking so gloomy." Nameless glanced around and spoke slowly.

"The emperor's whereabouts have been determined."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions immediately turned serious.

"Ghost Tiger interrogated that traitor, Eunuch Cao, and finally got the details out of him." Nameless sighed softly, his brows furrowed.

"The real emperor didn't die; he was kidnapped to Japan by Absolute God."

"Kidnapped?" The Second Sword Emperor's voice boomed so loudly it shook the roof, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Why would God grab that piece of trash? Is he going to take it back to Japan and keep it as a mascot?"

"More or less." Wuming nodded.

"According to Cao Cao's account, no god intended to conquer the Central Plains, but he knew that the martial arts world of the Central Plains was tough and difficult to conquer. So he left himself a way out, captured the emperor and took him back to Japan, using the emperor to command the other lords! He forced the court to cede territory and pay reparations, and even... wanted to use the emperor's name to slowly erode our vast land."

"You have wolfish ambitions!!" Jian Chen slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his face flushed red.

"Godless is dreaming! Master, we must not let him succeed!"

"That's natural." The nameless man's gaze sharpened, his voice as hard as cold iron.

"Although the emperor is incompetent, he is still the ruler of a country, and the safety of the nation is at stake. If we allow the God of No God to take him back to Japan, the people of the Central Plains will be doomed. Therefore, people must be saved."

"Damn it!" The Second Blade Emperor charged out, wielding his blade, his roar shaking the heavens.

"I'm going to Japan right now, chop that bastard Jue Wushen to pieces, and snatch the emperor back!"

"Knife Emperor, sit down!" The nameless man flicked his sleeve, and a gentle force surged forth, pressing the brute back into his seat.

"Japan is the lair of Wushen, and Wushen's palace is full of experts and riddled with traps. If we attack there in such a large-scale manner, we will only be throwing our lives away and alert the enemy."

"Master means...?" Jian Chen looked bewildered.

"The best soldiers are the best, not the most numerous." Nameless pondered, his gaze turning to Bu Jingyun.

"This time, the fewer people we take to Japan, the better, and the quieter we make, the better. I've decided to take only two or three people and sneak into the Wushen Jue Palace to rescue them when the opportunity arises."

"Jingyun." Wuming stared at the Uncrying Death God.

"Do you dare come with me into a den of dragons and tigers?"

Bu Jingyun raised his head, his eyes filled with a killing intent as cold as frost and snow:

"There is no god, he should be killed."

That one sentence is enough.

Wuming nodded with satisfaction.

Although Bu Jingyun is aloof, he never hesitates when it comes to matters of righteousness, truly a man of unwavering integrity.

Nameless turned around, his gaze locking onto Ghost Tiger:

"Ghost Tiger, your stealth and tracking skills will come in handy. You're coming with me."

"Yes, Master."

The ghost tiger was emaciated and responded in a sinister manner, like a ghost.

"Master, I'm going too!"

Jian Chen was extremely anxious and stepped forward.

"No," Wuming replied decisively.

"Chen'er, your injuries have just healed, and your mind is not yet stable. This trip to Japan is fraught with danger. You stay here to take care of everyone and also contact your fellow martial artists in the Central Plains. In case Jue Wushen has any backup plans, we need someone to deal with him."

"But..." Jian Chen wanted to argue, but when he met his master's stern gaze, he finally lowered his head.

"Yes, disciple obeys."

"I want to go too!"

Not to be outdone, Feng Wu and the Dragon King volunteered in unison.

"Leave them all!" The nameless man's tone was resolute.

"Too many people will only make things worse. With Jingyun and Guihu coming with me, that's enough."

Seeing that Wuming had made up his mind, everyone could only shut their mouths.

"There's no time to lose." Nameless suddenly stood up, staring eastward, his killing intent palpable.

"You think you'll be safe just because you've fled back to Japan? We'll settle this score there!"

At dusk, the setting sun was like blood.

Nameless, Bu Jingyun, and Ghost Tiger bid farewell to their comrades and strode out of the medicine hut, their figures moving as fast as shooting stars, resolutely heading towards the deadly land of Dongying.