I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

At the summit of Tianshan Mountain, the Supreme Elder's Pavilion is shrouded in a long, swirling wind and snow, so quiet that only the howling wind can be heard.

Two figures were kneeling outside the pavilion; they were Duan Lang's personal sword servants, named Wen Nu and Leng Yan.

"Reporting to the Supreme Elder!" Wen Nu said respectfully.

"We have heard that our master has gone to Japan. We two subordinates are willing to follow him, even at the cost of our lives! We humbly request the Supreme Elder's permission!"

The tone of voice coming from the attic carried Jiang Chen's usual languidness.

"Granted."

"Go ahead, they're short-handed in Japan right now. If you go, you can help Brother Lang with some of the work."

"Thank you very much, Elder!"

Wen Nu and Leng Yan were overjoyed. They kowtowed deeply, then rose and disappeared into the swirling snow.

The area outside the pavilion returned to its usual desolation.

"Husband, do you think Yan Ying and that ice-cold Leng Yan might fight over Duan Lang?"

You Ruo came over with a gossipy grin on her face.

Second Dream also covered her mouth and chuckled:

"In my opinion, Duan Lang is going to have a headache this time."

"What are you fighting about?" Jiang Chen pulled the two women into his arms, kissed each of their rosy cheeks, and laughed heartily.

"If it were me, I wouldn't even need to choose; I'd just have both, wouldn't I?"

"Hate!"

The two women gave a coquettish cry and lightly punched each other with their small fists, but did not break free.

After a moment of tenderness, Jiang Chen released the two women, straightened his robes, and, dressed in a snow-white gown, slowly stepped out of the pavilion with his hands behind his back.

A slender yet upright little figure stood in the open space; it was the girl who had been "snatched" back from outside Tianyin City.

After taking care of herself for so long, her previously dirty face has been cleaned up, revealing a fair and translucent complexion.

Although her waist was still slender, her eyes were unusually calm, showing none of the naivety of children her age, but rather the perseverance that came from having gone through hardships.

Looking at the transformed girl, a smile appeared in Jiang Chen's eyes.

"Only with such spirit can one be considered a disciple of Jiang Chen." He approached slowly, his voice ethereal and clear in the silent mountaintop.

"Would you be willing to become my disciple?"

The girl looked up at the man who looked like an immortal, remained silent for a long time, and finally knelt heavily in the snow, kowtowing silently.

The cold snow reflected in her burning eyes.

"My parents are long gone. If it weren't for my master rescuing me from those human traffickers, I would probably be trampled on by everyone in this chaotic world, living a life worse than death."

Although the girl's voice was still young, it carried a hint of stubbornness.

"This disciple is willing!"

"Alright." Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the vast distance.

"I will not ask about your past name. Now that you have entered my fold, you shall wash away all worldly impurities. From this day forward, your name shall be—Jiang Qingge."

"Qingge... Jiang Qingge..." the girl murmured, then bowed down again.

"Disciple Qingge greets Master!"

Gazing at the future legend of swordsmanship before him, Jiang Chen slightly curled his fingers.

"Most martial arts practitioners today struggle with 'form' and 'qi,' but they don't know that the end of martial arts is the beginning of spirit."

Jiang Chen's expression turned slightly solemn, and an invisible aura quietly spread out, actually suppressing the falling snow.

"Today, I will pass on to you the 'Qingge Sword Technique'."

"Do not cultivate meridians and true qi, do not circulate qi in the dantian. Use your thoughts as a sword, and your body to transform the world. When you achieve your goal, one sword strike will wither all laws, and one sword will fall upon the mortal realm."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Chen pointed a finger at Jiang Qingge's brow.

In an instant, a desolate and boundless sword intent, like a galaxy falling from the sky, entered the girl's consciousness.

This is a divine martial art that transcends the mortal realm. In this ethereal world, only a single sword stands tall, isolating the ages and severing the dust and smoke of the mortal world.

Jiang Qingge's body trembled slightly, and his aura resonated with heaven and earth in that instant. Although he had no sword in his hand, the sense of being alone and isolated from the world had already begun to emerge from his brushstrokes.

"I hope that one day, the world will be cleansed by your sword. Go, and do not disgrace the name of this divine skill."

After settling his newly recruited disciples, Jiang Chen turned around and went back into the warm pavilion across the street.

The fire inside the pavilion was lukewarm. Di Er Meng and You Ruo had been waiting for a long time. When they saw Jiang Chen enter the room, their eyes lit up immediately, full of curiosity.

"Husband," Di Ermeng said, gently raising her hand to pour Jiang Chen a cup of hot tea, finally unable to suppress her doubts.

"What kind of martial arts did you pass on to Qingge?"

You Ruo leaned closer, her large eyes unblinking:

"Yes, yes, my husband, a beam of light shot in in a flash! It felt even more mysterious than the 'Transformation Essence Saint Technique' I cultivate!"

Jiang Chen took a small sip from his cup, the rising steam making the smile on his lips appear even more enigmatic.

"It's more than just mysterious; the difference between the two is like heaven and earth." He set down his teacup, his gaze piercing through the rising steam to land on the two women's faces.

"Because this is no ordinary martial art, but... a divine martial art."

"God-level martial arts?"

The two women looked at each other, their eyes filled with bewilderment and shock.

"Husband, what exactly is this 'divine martial arts'?" Second Dream pressed on relentlessly.

Jiang Chen tapped the table lightly with his knuckles, making a crisp sound. His smile faded: "Transformation Yuan Saint Technique? Although it is a top-tier internal skill, it is still ultimately within the realm of mortals. In the face of divine-level martial arts, it is not even worthy of carrying shoes."

"My husband's words are rather disrespectful," Youruo puffed out her cheeks, arguing firmly.

"When the Transformation Essence Saint Technique is mastered to its peak, one can transform the physical body into countless particles, gathering and dispersing them at will. Isn't such an awesome technique considered god-level?"

"Silly girl, transforming into particles is ultimately just a very high level of physical transformation; it's still far from 'godhood.'" Jiang Chen's gaze was piercing, his voice steady.

"True divine martial arts are the cultivation of both the physical body and the primordial spirit. Only when the physical body becomes a saint and the primordial spirit is immortal can one achieve the indestructibility of all laws and truly transcend."

"Most martial arts practitioners in the world are just learning by doing. Cultivating true qi is only the beginning."

"Only when true qi is generated inexhaustibly can one be called innate."

"Above the Innate Realm, when one's true energy is released outwards and martial arts are mastered, one becomes a Grandmaster."

"Beyond the Grandmaster level, where martial intent transforms into power, lies the Great Grandmaster."

"Above the Grandmaster level, one becomes the very essence of martial arts, and one's actions are akin to natural disasters; this is the ultimate Grandmaster level."

"The next step after becoming a Grandmaster of the Ultimate Path is what is known as the 'Celestial Realm'."

"The wonder of this realm lies in the nurturing of the primordial spirit within the Purple Mansion. Once the primordial spirit is formed, it can leave the body and travel thousands of miles in an instant. Furthermore, it can transform the spirit into a sword, disregarding the mortal body, and directly sever the enemy's soul."

"Above the celestial beings lies the realm of 'immeasurable.' It does not rely on heaven and earth, nor does it follow any rules; its actions are decisive, and life and death are beyond human control."

At this point, he paused slightly, his gaze becoming deep and unfathomable.

"But even if it is boundless, it is ultimately not the end."

"And divine-level martial arts... are the supreme path capable of breaking through the void, enabling mortals to become saints, and possessing the power to change the world!"

"hiss……"

The two women gasped in shock, feeling as if these words had struck like a thunderbolt, leaving them reeling.

"My lord," Di Ermeng said, her eyes darting around, her doubts still lingering.

"Besides you, is there really anyone in this world who can reach the level of a Grandmaster, or even a legendary realm like a Celestial or Boundless?"

"Of course there is." Jiang Chen nodded, his gaze fixed on the vast sky outside the window, as if trying to see through the endless years.

Have you ever heard of the "Twelve Fears" that are rumored in the martial arts world?

"Twelve panics?"

The two women looked at each other blankly and shook their heads in unison.

"This twelfth terror is an ancient monster that has lived for over four thousand years," Jiang Chen said calmly, as if he were discussing a trivial matter.

"His cultivation had already reached the pinnacle of the Celestial Realm. He watched the changing world with a smile, observed the rise and fall of dynasties, and lived a carefree life in the mortal world for four thousand years. He was a true immortal on land."

"Four...four thousand years?!" You Ruo exclaimed in astonishment, her mouth agape, unable to close it.

"Wouldn't that mean it's become a spirit? How can a human live that long?"

"The Celestial Realm, though it contains the word 'human,' is no longer that of an ordinary person." Jiang Chen smiled, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"Moreover, that old man was quite lucky. He drank a bellyful of turtle blood back then—that is, the essence of the auspicious dragon turtle—which is why he was able to live forever."

"You might see that old man someday."

"Then... what is our strength now?" You Ruo pointed to herself, then to Second Dream, her face full of anticipation.

Jiang Chen glanced at the girl sideways and mercilessly retorted, "You? You haven't been cultivating for very long, so you can barely be considered a Xiantian master."

"Only at the Innate level..."

Youruo's rosy lips immediately drooped, and she looked like a deflated balloon, her face full of resentment.

"As for the dream..." Jiang Chen turned to look at the gentle woman beside him, the playfulness in his eyes fading, replaced by a touch of tenderness.

"In terms of internal strength, he is currently only at the Grandmaster level; however, in terms of swordsmanship, he has already surpassed the Grandmaster level, which is enough to make him stand out among all heroes."

Second Dream nodded slightly, but her heart remained unmoved.

While the Grandmaster realm is certainly impressive, compared to the vast and boundless divine martial arts that her husband spoke of, it is ultimately just a drop in the ocean, far inferior.

"What about you, my husband?" Youruo asked, unwilling to give up.

"Me?" Jiang Chen smiled slightly.

"I am now considered to be in the Celestial Realm."

Seeing the two women's amazed expressions, Jiang Chen simply waved his hand, suppressing his smile and turning solemn.

"Reaching the Celestial Realm doesn't automatically make one a god. Ordinary Celestial Realm cultivators are merely terrestrial immortals. Only those who cultivate divine martial arts and master divine essence can be called—true gods!"

"Then... what about Duan Lang's martial arts?" Second Dream asked curiously.

"Is it god-level?"

"The Ten Directions Invincible Scripture?" Jiang Chen shook his head.

"While it is powerful, it cannot be considered a true god-level martial art. It can only be considered... demigod-level."

"Ahem..." Jiang Chen coughed lightly twice, feigning profundity, straightened his back, and cast a deep, penetrating gaze at the two women.

"Since we've come this far, I'll stop pretending."

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the carved beams, his expression suddenly revealing an indescribable sense of vicissitude and loneliness.

"In fact, I am the reincarnation of a martial arts legend from the previous era."

"In my past life, I used martial arts to reach the divine level and shatter the void. Because I realized the end of martial arts, I took the initiative to disintegrate and start over, wanting to surpass the limit in this life."

"This mere divine skill is nothing more than the most insignificant glimpse into the vast ocean of martial arts wisdom in my mind."

Seeing Jiang Chen's arrogant demeanor, which practically screamed "invincible," Di Er Meng and You Ruo exchanged bewildered glances, speechless for a moment.

Even though these words sounded absurd, the two women, in a daze, found themselves somewhat convinced by his handsome face.

After all, her husband's methods were indeed beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

"Wow! My husband is amazing!!"

Youruo's eyes shone like stars, and her face was filled with admiration.

Second Dream sighed softly. Even though she knew her husband was mostly talking nonsense, as long as he was by her side, what did it matter whether he was a man or a god?