I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Although Huan Sheng Yixin felt slightly embarrassed, he was, after all, a highly accomplished monk who had cultivated for many years, and he quickly regained his usual composure.

He slowly clasped his hands together, bowed deeply to the nameless man, and said sincerely:

"This humble monk has been impolite. My lord has been waiting for you in the inner cabin for quite some time. Please."

Having said that, he stepped aside to make way and made an extremely respectful gesture of invitation.

Nameless remained calm and did not engage in excessive formalities. He strode directly into the inner cabin, followed closely by Bu Jingyun and Gui Hu.

The spacious cabin was decorated with exceptional luxury, with golden light flowing everywhere, yet it was also cleverly integrated with an elegant style.

In the very center, on a soft couch covered with fine silk, sat an elderly man dressed in traditional hunting attire and wearing a black eboshi hat.

Although the man's face was withered and thin, his murky eyes revealed a deep, cunning, and ruthless scheming, like that of an old fox.

His every move exuded an innate air of nobility befitting someone in a position of power.

This person is the Emperor, the nominal supreme ruler of Japan.

Upon seeing the nameless group enter, the Emperor did not rise to greet them. Instead, a faint smile played on his lips as he gently extended his hand in a gesture of respect.

"Nameless gentleman, please have a seat."

The nameless man did not sit down as instructed, but instead silently gazed at the Emperor with a pair of cold eyes that seemed to see through people's hearts, and asked bluntly:

"You went to so much trouble to find me; surely it wasn't just to invite me for tea?"

"Nameless Jun is indeed a straightforward person."

The Emperor showed no anger at the nameless man's rudeness; instead, he clapped his hands lightly.

Huan Sheng Yi Xin immediately came up with a scroll wrapped in brocade and handed it to Wu Ming with utmost respect.

"What is this?" Wuming asked casually as his gaze swept over the scroll.

The Emperor picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said in a calm tone:

"This is the most confidential internal defense map of the Godless Palace."

"I know that you have come here to rescue the Emperor of the Central Plains. This map shows the exact location where the Emperor is being held, and it will surely be of great use to you."

Wuming took the scroll, unfolded it, and examined it closely. Sure enough, it was an incredibly detailed map, with every hidden sentry post clearly marked.

He slowly closed the scroll, his gaze fixed intently on the unfathomable old man before him, and asked in a deep voice:

"As the Emperor of Japan, why are you helping me, a man from the Central Plains, to deal with the Wushen Jue Palace?"

His eyes were sharp, as if he wanted to glean some clues from the old man's face.

The Emperor did not rush to answer, but smiled slightly and pointed to an unfinished chess game on the table in front of him:

"Nameless gentleman, we are both chess players, how about we play a game?"

Upon hearing this, Wuming pondered for a moment, then with a flick of his sleeve, calmly took his seat opposite the Emperor.

The Emperor, playing black, made his move silently before slowly speaking:

"Because on this chessboard, we all have common obstacles that we want to eliminate."

As the game unfolded, a cold glint flashed in the Emperor's eyes, and his voice deepened:

"That treacherous traitor Jue Wushen is ambitious and not only tries to seize the Central Plains, but also wants to replace my supreme position in Japan."

"As the saying goes, if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold. If I help you today, I am also helping myself clean up my own house."

"Where is Jue Wushen hiding now?" Bu Jingyun, who had been silent, suddenly asked in a cold voice.

The Emperor gently shook his head and sighed:

"The whereabouts of this man, Jue Wushen, have always been shrouded in mystery. According to the desperate reports from my spies in the palace, he disappeared after his defeat in the Central Plains. However..."

He paused, then said meaningfully:

"There are many secret passages and chambers within the Wushen Palace. It is highly likely that Wushen is hiding in one of these chambers to heal his injuries."

"As for the exact location, I'm afraid you'll have to find it yourselves."

"There's one more thing," the Emperor added, as if remembering something.

"Jue Wushen also has a senior brother named 'Fist God'."

"This person has extremely high talent in martial arts, and his skill in boxing is unparalleled in Japan."

"If it weren't for Jue Wushen's treacherous scheme to imprison him in the 'Fist Tomb' back then, the master of the Wushen Palace would probably not have been Jue Wushen."

A cunning glint flashed in the Emperor's eyes.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. If we can release this tiger, the Wushen Jue Palace will surely become even more lively."

Upon hearing this, Wuming's eyes flashed with understanding.

He was not angered by being used. Instead, he picked up a white piece with two fingers and calmly placed it into the seemingly unsolvable dead end in the northeast corner of the chessboard.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of the piece being placed was like tearing silk.

This move was like a divine intervention. The once-mighty "dragon," which was heavily surrounded by black stones and on the verge of collapse, suddenly found a glimmer of hope. Although still in danger, it was poised to break free and turn against its master.

"Brilliant move!" The Emperor, staring at the suddenly changed situation on the chessboard, clapped his hands in admiration, his eyes filled with profound meaning.

"The Nameless Lord's 'eye-pointing' move turned the tide of battle, not only saving the great dragon but also transforming it into a sharp blade that pierced straight into the heart of the enemy's territory."

"Once this 'fierce tiger' is released, it will surely turn this game upside down. Whether the 'evil wolf' can withstand it will depend on fate."

The nameless man remained calm and said indifferently:

"Though tigers are fierce, they can still harm people. But this game of chess is worth playing."

The two exchanged a smile and said nothing more.

The sound of chess pieces striking the chessboard echoed throughout the quiet, luxurious cabin, as if foreshadowing a bloody storm that would soon sweep across the entire Japanese martial arts world.

Several days later, behind the Hall of Eternal Life in the Palace of No Gods.

This is the only way to the forbidden area "Purple Leaf Forest". Ahead, the fog is thick, and a purple forest can be vaguely seen, exuding a sinister and eerie atmosphere.

This place is heavily guarded and fortified; unauthorized entry is strictly prohibited and will be met with death.

A dark figure, like a ghost, silently darted towards the entrance of the forbidden area under the cover of night.

This person was dressed in the black robes of the Ghost Chakravartins, with a hideous ghost mask covering his face, and his movements were as swift as the wind.

Although it was just a silhouette, it exuded the unique arrogance and coldness of the Uncrying Death God, making people feel awe.

"Who goes there?!"

Upon reaching the entrance, two sharp blades suddenly flashed, blocking the way.

Two burly demon warriors emerged from the shadows, exuding murderous intent, their long swords pointed directly at the throats of the newcomers.

"Anyone who trespasses on this forbidden area will be executed!"

The shadowy figure seemed startled by the sudden murderous intent, its movements faltering and staggering. It quickly pointed to its waist and shouted loudly,

"You bastards! Open your dog eyes and see clearly!"

A flash of golden light appeared, and a golden belt embroidered with a ghost head pattern shone brightly in the dim light.

"A gold belt?!"

The two guards' pupils contracted. It was the token of Ghost Fork Luo's minor leader; seeing the token was like seeing an official. The murderous aura that had been gathering instantly dissipated. The two sheathed their swords, bowed, and performed the salute in perfect unison.

"Your subordinate was blind and disrespectful, sir, and deserves to die!"

"Hmph! Ignorance is no excuse, get out of here!"

The dark figure snorted coldly, pretended to be calm, straightened his robes, and then strode into the forbidden area, disappearing into the vast purple mist in an instant.

After the man walked away, the two guards slowly straightened up. Beneath their masks, their respectful expressions had vanished, replaced by a cold mockery.

"The prey has fallen into the trap." The guard on the left lowered his voice, a hint of coldness in his tone.

"Lord Juexin's brilliant plan has indeed worked. These martial arts figures from the Central Plains could no longer restrain themselves."

"Heh heh..." The guard on the right let out a low, eerie laugh.

"Lord Juexin has already laid a trap, just waiting to sit back and watch the tigers fight. This Wushen Jue Palace will soon be awash in blood..."

Deep within the Purple Leaf Forest, the fog thickened. Just as the dark figure was about to venture deeper to investigate, it suddenly saw the fog surging ahead, and two figures silently appeared, blocking its path.

"Brother, the supervisor requests your presence."

One person spoke expressionlessly, his voice hoarse, revealing neither joy nor anger.

"director?"

He frowned slightly beneath the mask, a hint of wariness rising in his heart, but he didn't show it. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded and followed behind the two.

Passing through a secluded bamboo forest, a typical Japanese-style wooden house comes into view. The house is quiet all around, with only the rustling of the wind blowing through the bamboo leaves.

"please."

The ghost demon Luo, who was leading the way, opened the camphor wood door and made a gesture of invitation.

The shadowy figure took a deep breath and stepped into the room. The room was furnished with neat tatami mats, and a low table was placed in the center, covered with exquisite Japanese dishes, the aroma of sake filling the air.

Behind the low table, a man dressed in a black demon robe was kneeling, without a mask.

But that face was even more ferocious and terrifying than the mask. Its entire face was covered with crisscrossing branding marks, and its features were twisted, making it look like a vengeful ghost. This person was none other than the supervisor in charge of guarding this forbidden area—Onizuka.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Onizuka forced a stiff smile onto his terrifying face and waved.

"Come, come, sit down."

Although the shadowy figure was filled with doubts, he was now in a difficult situation and had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk to the opposite side of the low table, where he sat down cross-legged.

"Don't be shy," Onizuka said with a smile, gesturing to the food and wine on the table.

"You must be tired from your journey. This was specially prepared for you, would you like to try some?"

The shadowy figure gazed at the delicious-looking and fragrant dish before him, yet hesitated to touch it, thinking to himself:

"What's this old guy up to? Is there poison in the food and drink? Or... has my identity been exposed?"

If exposed, this moment will be a trap, and once we make a move, it will inevitably attract a large number of experts to attack us.

Seeing that he was sitting upright and motionless, Onizuka was not angry. Instead, he laughed heartily.

"What? Afraid it's poisoned? Hahaha, don't worry, we're all on the same side."

As he spoke, he pulled out several heavy gold bars from his pocket and casually tossed them onto the table with a dull thud.

"This is a reward from our lord," Onizuka said meaningfully.

"Our lord said you did a great job this time. As long as you continue to serve him loyally, you will surely be rewarded with wealth and honor in the future."

The shadowy figure stared at the gold bars on the table, utterly bewildered. "My lord? Which lord? The Godless One? Or the Emperor?"

It seems this guy sees himself as their spy.

Since that's the case, why not play along? He reached out and put away the gold bars, lowering his voice as he said:

"Thank you, Supervisor. Thank you, My Lord."

"Okay, go ahead." Onizuka waved his hand, looking impatient.

"Remember, keep your mouth shut. Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and don't look at what you shouldn't look at."

"Yes."

The dark figure rose, bowed, and left the cabin.

As soon as he stepped out of the house, a cold wind blew by, making his back feel slightly chilly. As expected, the Wushen Jue Palace was full of factions and intrigues.

However, just as he was preparing to continue his investigation, a shrill scream suddenly came from the distant woods.