I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Japan, thousands of miles away.

Kyoto, the Imperial Palace, unlike the imposing and solemn Mushin's Palace, exudes a unique royal elegance and tranquility.

Deep inside the Japanese-style room, the candlelight flickered, casting a shadow of unease.

The shoji doors, decorated with ukiyo-e prints, were not fully closed, leaving a half-open gap.

Outside the gate, ancient cherry blossoms trembled gently in the night breeze. Although it was late autumn, the scene still possessed the grandeur and solemnity of a royal courtyard.

Inside the Japanese-style room, two beautiful geishas dressed in gorgeous kimonos were kneeling beside them, humbly pouring sake for the two men.

Their movements were gentle and silent, like cats, their necklines slightly open, revealing glimpses of snow-white skin, adding a touch of enchanting spring to this solemn imperial residence.

At the head of the low table, an old man dressed in hunting clothes and wearing a tall black hat was kneeling, playing with a folding fan in his hand.

His face was withered, and his cloudy eyes revealed a cunning, old fox-like ruthlessness.

It was the Emperor, the nominal supreme ruler of Japan.

Kneeling opposite him was a respectful young man—Jue Xin, the eldest son of Jue Wushen.

"Resolute heart," the Emperor's voice was hoarse and grating, like two pieces of rotten wood rubbing together.

"You've been impersonating the emperor in the Central Plains for many days, and now you've returned ahead of me. I wonder how the battle is going on your father's side?"

Juexin slightly raised his head, a perfectly curved smile playing on his lips, appearing both humble and ambitious.

"Father encountered a powerful enemy in the Central Plains, and his army suffered a crushing defeat," Juexin said calmly.

"Seeing the situation was not good, I returned ahead of time to 'take charge of the overall situation.' Judging from the days, if Father is lucky enough to escape this calamity, he will probably be fleeing back to Japan soon."

"Oh?" A glint of light flashed in the Emperor's cloudy eyes.

"If your father really... escaped back, then the situation in Japan..."

"If Father dies in the Central Plains, that's one thing, but if he comes back alive..." A ruthless glint flashed in Juexin's eyes.

"As the eldest son, I am determined to share my father's burdens. He has worked hard and made great contributions, and now that he is getting old, it is time for him to step down and enjoy his retirement."

Juexin's words carried a hint of probing.

Upon hearing this, the Emperor suddenly let out a low laugh:

"Hehehe... What a fine 'enjoying one's old age'! You are indeed a clever man. It seems that it's time to change the master of the Godless Palace."

He slammed the folding fan shut, leaned forward, and stared intently at Juexin:

"The God of No God is too domineering. He not only wants to annex the Central Plains, but also wants to trample me underfoot. If he comes back alive, neither you nor I... will have a good life."

The respect in Juexin's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling aura.

He slowly straightened up, a sinister smile appearing on his face:

"Your Majesty is absolutely right. My father is getting old; his ambition remains, but his strength is failing him. For the sake of the future of Japan, and for the sake of the legacy of the Godless Palace... it would be better for him to stay in the Central Plains and 'enjoy his old age'."

"What if he had survived and escaped back to Japan?" the Emperor asked quietly.

A murderous glint flashed in Juexin's eyes as he made a throat-slitting gesture, his voice icy and chilling:

"Then I will personally see my father off...on his final journey!"

"Hehehe..."

"Hehehe..."

The Emperor listened with satisfaction, clapping his hands and chuckling sinisterly.

After laughing, the old fox glanced sideways at the geisha kneeling beside him, and waved his withered hand:

"The night is long and arduous. Palace Master Juexin must be exhausted from his long journey. Tonight, the two of you will undress him and take good care of him."

Upon hearing the order, the two women quickly adopted a seductive demeanor, swaying their hips as they tried to press themselves against Juexin.

"No need."

Juexin let out a cold shout and suddenly flicked his sleeve.

With a muffled thud, the two geishas were knocked back several steps by a soft, feminine force before they could even get close, nearly falling to the ground.

The Emperor was startled, his cloudy old eyes filled with astonishment, as if he had seen something rare:

"Oh? That's strange. Are there really men in the world who don't love beautiful women?"

Juexin remained expressionless, silently rolling up his wide sleeves to expose his arms.

hiss……

Even a ruthless person like the Emperor couldn't help but shrink his pupils upon seeing this arm.

What should have been fair and slender arms were covered with countless hideous scars.

Slashes, burns, whippings... old wounds piled on top of new ones, like a centipede coiled up, where could one find a piece of good flesh?

"In this life, I only need two things."

Juexin slowly lowered his sleeves, his voice neither soft nor loud, yet it sounded like metal striking the ground, carrying a ruthless determination that refused to turn back.

"First, it is supreme authority."

"Secondly, the pinnacle of martial arts."

"Everything else is an illusion."

In the dimly lit Japanese-style room, an old man and a young boy, two foxes, looked at each other again.

This time, however, there was a chilling undertone in the laughter, echoing through the silent imperial palace and sending shivers down one's spine.

The next morning, at a secluded ferry crossing in Japan, the exclusive port of the Wushinjue Palace, which is usually heavily guarded and only palace ships are allowed to dock.

At this moment, a dilapidated ship, as if it had just survived a tsunami, slowly and swayed as it approached the shore. Its sails were torn, and its hull was covered with sword marks and charred remains, making it look extremely pitiful.

The demons guarding the dock, seeing their ship in such a dilapidated state, assumed it had been robbed by villains.

Startled, he dared not be negligent. With a clang, dozens of long swords were drawn simultaneously, exuding a chilling aura, their blades pointing directly at the dilapidated giant ship that was slowly approaching the shore.

"Who goes there! How dare you trespass into the forbidden area of ​​the Wushen Jue Palace!" a Ghost Cha Luo leader shouted, mustering his courage.

"Baka! Are you blind?!" A cold shout came from the bow of the ship, carrying a chilling pressure.

At the bow of the dilapidated ship stood a thin young man.

The sea breeze was blowing fiercely, making my clothes flutter wildly.

The boy had a youthful face, but the light in his eyes was frighteningly cold, like a newly drawn sword.

This person is none other than Jue Tian, ​​the second son of Jue Wushen.

Behind him stood Yan Ying, whose charm remained and whose beauty was beyond compare.

At the very back, Duan Lang carried a middle-aged man in a dragon robe with one leg missing in one hand, as if he were carrying a dead dog.

"Young...Young Master?!" The Ghost Cha Luo leader trembled with fear upon recognizing the newcomer and immediately knelt down.

"Your subordinate deserves to die! I was unaware of your arrival, young master, and failed to greet you properly!"

Splash!

Hundreds of demon warriors on the dock instantly knelt down, shouting in unison:

"Greetings, Young Master!"

Jue Tian looked down at the crowd from his high vantage point, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

He took a deep breath, gathered his inner strength, and his voice, like rolling thunder, resounded throughout the entire ferry crossing:

"My father possesses unparalleled martial arts skills and is currently overseeing the overall situation in the Central Plains! I, the young master, am going ahead to bring this great gift back to Japan!"

As he spoke, he stepped aside, pointed at the battered, broken-legged man in Duan Lang's hands, and shouted:

"Look closely! This man is the Emperor of the Central Plains! He has now been captured alive by my Wushen Jue Palace!"

"What?! The Emperor of the Central Plains?!"

"Heavens! The young master has actually captured the emperor of the Central Plains?!"

"Long live the Godless Palace! Long live the Young Master!!"

The entire dock was in an uproar.

The doubts that arose from the wrecked ship vanished instantly, replaced by boundless fervor and worship. To capture the enemy emperor alive—what an unparalleled feat!

Jue Tian looked at the frenzied crowd below and a cold smile appeared on his lips. All of this was naturally a script that had been discussed before they came. Only in this way could they win people's hearts in the shortest amount of time.

The Wushen Jue Palace, a massive palace complex built against the mountain, resembles a lurking giant beast perched atop a precipitous peak along the coastline. Its rugged and domineering style exudes a suffocating sense of oppression.

Along the mountain path leading to the palace, there were guards every five steps and sentries every ten steps. The demon warriors, dressed in black demon-faced armor, held sharp blades and stared coldly at every passerby.

Jue Tian rode atop a tall horse, walking proudly at the head of the procession.

Behind him was a prison cart pulled by eight fine horses.

Inside the prison cart, the once invincible emperor of the Central Plains was now huddled in a corner. Although his broken leg had been simply bandaged, it was still oozing blood, making him look utterly miserable.

"Young Master!"

When the demons along the way saw Jue Tian, ​​they all knelt down on one knee to pay their respects, their eyes filled with awe.

Jue Tian nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings. He casually beckoned to a minor leader and asked in a cold voice:

"Has my older brother come back?"

The junior leader quickly replied:

"Reporting to the young master, the eldest son has not yet returned."

"Not back yet?" Upon hearing this, Jue Tian frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. He turned to Duan Lang beside him and lowered his voice.

"Master, something's not right. Logically, that scoundrel Juexin should have escaped back to Japan by now, so why hasn't he returned?"

Duan Lang, mounted on his horse, scanned his surroundings with a playful smile on his lips.

"There's only one possibility," he said calmly.

"Hidden somewhere, plotting some unspeakable conspiracy."

"Jue Xin is a treacherous and cunning man," Jue Tian sneered.

"It seems he's gone into hiding. But it doesn't matter. As long as I control the Godless Palace, no matter how powerful he is, he won't be able to cause any trouble!"

"Let's go! Back to the palace!"

With a flick of his whip and a loud shout, Jue Tian led his large entourage toward the gates of the Wushen Jue Palace.

Just as they were about to reach the palace gate, the demons guarding the gate finally saw the face of the person in the prison cart.

"This...this is..."

"A dragon robe?! Is it really the emperor of the Central Plains?!"

"Heavens! The young master has actually captured the emperor of the Central Plains?!"

The demons on and off the city wall instantly erupted in chaos, staring dumbfounded at the disheveled middle-aged man in a dragon robe.

Astride his tall horse, Jue Tian coldly swept his gaze over the crowd and shouted sternly:

"I, the young master, have been ordered by my father to capture the Emperor of the Central Plains alive and bring him back to the palace! Why are you all not opening the palace gates at once to welcome Your Majesty?!"

This sharp shout, like a rolling thunderclap, instantly stunned everyone's minds.

Capture the enemy emperor alive!

What an incredible feat!

"Welcome back to the palace, young master!!"

Someone shouted, and with a whoosh, hundreds of fully armed demon warriors knelt down in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

The heavy palace gates slowly opened amidst a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

Jue Tian looked at the open door and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Walk!"

With a flick of his whip, he led Duan Lang, Yan Ying, and the prison cart carrying the emperor of the Central Plains into the Wushen Jue Palace.