I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

At the summit of Tianshan, the peaks rise like swords, piercing the sky. Clouds and mist swirl around them, like an immortal waving his sleeve, half-concealing and half-revealing the ancient, unyielding ice and pines.

The morning sun finally broke free from the sea of ​​clouds and poured down through the layers of mist, gilding the vast training ground with a faint golden glow.

Those ancient stone slabs, weathered by a thousand years of wind and frost, seem like sleeping giants awakened, faintly revealing the vicissitudes and solemnity accumulated over the years.

In the center of the training ground, a slender yet upright little girl, as graceful as a pine tree, sat cross-legged.

She was only five or six years old, with clear and cold eyes like distant mountains and cold pools, skin as white as snow, and pale red lips, yet she possessed an extraordinary and refined appearance.

While sitting quietly with her eyes closed, there was not a trace of true energy fluctuation in her body, nor any sign of blood surging. She was like a girl next door who had never set foot in the martial world, so pure that she evoked pity in people.

This child was none other than the exceptionally talented female disciple personally taught by Jiang Chen. She took her master's surname, Jiang, and her given name was Qingge.

Unlike the mundane internal energy and true qi that people in the martial arts world painstakingly cultivate, what she practices is the supreme divine technique, "Qingge Sword Technique," which Jiang Chen tailored for her based on the "Heavenly Book" and explored the relationship between heaven and man.

This technique is untouched by the filth of the mortal world, focusing solely on the path of divine essence, a dream of pure song, utterly unique throughout history.

Although it was passed down to only one person, it possessed a unique and aloof aura that transcended all things, blending seamlessly with the howling winds sweeping across the peaks of Tianshan, as if to wash away all the dust in the world.

"Sinking into the spirit, forgetting both self and external things. Drawing upon the essence of the stars, tempering the soul to immortality."

Jiang Qingge parted her cherry lips slightly, her voice clear as a mountain spring, yet carrying a solemnity that could not be profaned.

Her eyes were slightly closed, and her breathing was long and shallow. With each breath, the surrounding air gradually became thicker.

Strands of starlight and divine essence, barely perceptible to the naked eye, descended silently from the heavens, like a cascading Milky Way, seeping into her slender, petite body, cleansing her mortal form and forging her divine bones.

If the top masters of the martial arts world were to witness this scene, they would surely shake their heads and sigh, utterly baffled—where on this little girl is there even the slightest trace of a martial artist?

There was no sign of internal energy surging like a river, nor any tumultuous movement of qi and blood; it was as if he was simply sitting in meditation, basking in the morning sun, enjoying a moment of leisure.

Only those peerless powerhouses who have truly reached the divine level can perceive the profound mysteries:

With each breath she took, the pure divine essence that roamed the world was drawn in by an invisible force, nourishing her body and soul silently like spring rain, gradually transforming her mortal form into an immortal one.

Even if ordinary people strain their eyes, they cannot see even the slightest clue to the "Qingge Sword Manual".

That was a realm beyond techniques and internal strength; with a single sword strike, the heavens and earth sang a clear song, and all sounds ceased.

On the training ground, an old man in a gray robe was leisurely lying on a mottled rocking chair, holding a palm-leaf fan in his hand, fanning himself lightly as if to drive away the non-existent heat.

This old man was none other than Xiong Ba, the once-powerful leader of the World Society who struck fear into the hearts of the entire martial arts world!

In the past, he held absolute power, and the world changed color; how domineering he was!

Now, however, he has washed away all his worldly cares, shed his fierceness and ruthlessness, and is like a kind old man next door, living a carefree and leisurely retirement in this secluded place, enjoying the company of his grandchildren.

Those eyes, which had seen the vicissitudes of life, would always seem to glance at the small figure in the center of the arena, filled with doting affection and curiosity.

"Tsk tsk, where did Jiang Chen find such a little freak..."

Xiong Ba muttered to himself, a helpless smile playing on his lips.

"What kind of kung fu are they practicing?"

"There was neither the flow of true qi nor any trace of any technique."

"What kind of skill can you achieve by just sitting there like that?"

"If that kid hadn't sworn that it was an unparalleled divine skill, I would have really thought she was just sunbathing or taking a nap."

He shook his head, turned over, and continued to leisurely fan himself with a palm-leaf fan.

Anyway, if the sky falls, that freak Jiang Chen will hold it up. This old man only needs to watch the show with a smile and enjoy the breeze of Tianshan Mountain, which is the greatest joy in the world.

This rare tranquility, however, did not last long.

Suddenly, a series of heavy, thunderous footsteps came from the direction of the mountain gate, breaking the tranquility of Tianshan.

With each step, the ground pebbles trembled slightly, as if an ancient beast, slumbering for millennia, was slowly approaching from the depths of the clouds, carrying a suffocating aura of blood and malevolence.

The mountain wind suddenly picked up, the clouds and mist churned, and even the sky seemed to darken a bit.

Xiong Ba paused slightly in the palm-leaf fan in his hand, and slowly opened his weathered old eyes, a hint of habitual helplessness flashing across them:

"There's a murderous aura... It seems this supposedly peaceful retirement is ultimately not going to be a tranquil one."

Now that he has lost all his martial arts skills, although he can no longer sense the strength of true energy, the strong smell of blood that hits him is all too familiar.

That was the intense malevolent aura carried only by Asuras who crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood; it was cold, viscous, and seemed to seep into people's hearts.

Jiang Qingge also sensed something unusual in an instant.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and in the depths of her pupils, as deep as an ancient well, a faint, cold sword shadow flashed by, as if to sever all the filth in the world.

She concealed her aura and leaped lightly from the ground. Though her small figure stood only in the center of the training ground, facing the unknown uninvited guest, she possessed an aura of unyielding spirit, like a lofty and unyielding longsword drawn from its sheath, solitary yet with its sharpness concealed.

At the towering mountain gate, a dark mass of figures surged forth like a tide, their robes fluttering, exuding a murderous aura.

The two leading figures were none other than the Iron Ladder Demon and the Beautiful Rakshasa, who had come from the East Japan.

The Iron Ladder Demon is as burly as an iron tower, carrying a heavy iron ladder covered with hideous human heads on his shoulder. Every step he takes causes the earth to tremble.

Beside him, the enchanting demon, dressed in purple, swayed her hips and toyed with a purple ribbon in her hand, looking Jiang Qingge up and down with a mocking and cruel gaze.

"Hey, big brother, looks like we've come at just the right time."

Jiao Luosha covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her voice high-pitched and piercing, like the cry of a night owl.

"Is this outer heaven deserted? How come there's only a callow little girl guarding the gate? She's seriously underestimating us Japanese lads."

The Iron Ladder Demon grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, looking ferocious and terrifying.

"Who cares if there are people here or not, kill this brat first, then search other places! Turn this godforsaken place upside down!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped the long iron ladder in his hand.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the hard stone slab floor cracked instantly, sending shards of stone flying like rain and dust billowing up.

Xiong Ba remained lazily reclining in his rocking chair, not even bothering to lift his eyelids. He merely fanned himself gently with a palm leaf fan, glancing at the two with the indifferent look one would give a clown, and slowly began to speak:

"Where did this clown come from, daring to cause trouble in my Tianwaitian? Doesn't he know this is a senior citizens' activity center? Don't disturb this old man's peaceful slumber."

Jiao Luocha only thought he was an ordinary old man with no real energy, and didn't even give him a second glance.

He swayed his hips and took two steps forward, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Qingge, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh my, what a cool and aloof little sister." Jiao Luocha covered her mouth and chuckled, her voice so sweet it sent chills down one's spine.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Jiang Qingge blinked, her eyes as calm and still as a deep pool:

"What do you want to ask?"

Jiao Luosha winked seductively and asked in a sweet voice:

"Guess if I'm a man or a woman?"

Upon hearing this, the assassins behind him revealed cruel and expectant grins—this was their master's favorite opening line before killing, always allowing his prey to struggle a little longer in fear.

Jiang Qingge tilted her head, carefully examined him, and spoke in a voice as cold as frost:

"You're a transvestite."

The entire place fell silent instantly, with only the howling mountain wind remaining.

The assassins' smiles froze on their faces, and the Iron Ladder Demon was also stunned for a moment, then burst into thunderous laughter:

"Hahaha! Good! What a 'ladyboy'! This little brat is really hilarious!"

The smile on Jiao Luosha's face did not diminish at all; on the contrary, it blossomed even more brilliantly. However, the coldness in her eyes had transformed into two poisoned thorns, as if she wanted to slowly torture someone to death.

"Very clever." He stuck out his scarlet tongue and slowly licked his lips, his voice eerily gentle.

"Unfortunately, even if you guessed right... you still die."

"But if you obediently tell your sister where that coward Duan Lang has gone hiding?"

"Perhaps my sister can make your death easier."

Jiang Qingge merely pursed her lips, her face full of disdain:

"Master Duan isn't home; he's gone to Japan to fight the big bad guys!"

"If you want to get beaten up, go find him in Japan yourselves. Stop yelling and shouting here, it's so noisy!"

"They went to Japan?" Jiao Luosha and Tie Ti Shensha exchanged a glance, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.

Immediately, Jiao Luosha covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes filled with mockery and contempt:

"Duan Lang actually dares to run wild in Japan? Father Emperor's divine skills are unparalleled. He might be able to cause some trouble in the Central Plains, but in Japan, he's just courting death. He won't be able to make any waves."

"Since the main character isn't here," the Iron Ladder Demon's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he waved his hand.

"Let's thoroughly cleanse this outer heaven! Slaughter all these people, and when Duan Lang returns, we'll give him a bloody surprise!"

"Master, why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? This little girl is so beautiful. Let's leave that old geezer aside and give this girl to us brothers. We'll make sure she knows how formidable Japanese men are!"

Several assassins eagerly stepped forward, their eyes roaming brazenly over Jiang Qingge, drool practically dripping from their mouths, their faces filled with nauseatingly lewd grins.

"Hehe, the girls from the Central Plains have such delicate skin. If we could 'try it out' first, the feeling...tsk tsk, just looking at it makes my heart itch!"

One of them, unable to contain himself any longer, began to loosen his belt and press forward, revealing his ugly behavior and speaking in a vulgar and obscene tone:

"Little sister, don't put on that cold face. Play with us brothers, and I guarantee you'll never forget it after just one try. Our methods from the Great Eastern Kingdom will surely teach this Central Plains novice to be utterly captivated, hehehe..."

Before the words were even finished, another assassin with a face full of scars drew a gleaming long knife from his waist, his face gleaming with ferocity, and headed straight for the seemingly helpless old man by the rocking chair:

"This withered old man is an eyesore. Let's chop this piece of trash in half first, so he won't spoil the brothers' fun later!"

Seeing the fierce-looking man strode closer with a gleaming longsword, Xiong Ba scrambled behind the rocking chair, yelling at the top of his lungs:

"Qinggewa'er! Help!"

"That damned beast, he really wants to chop me in two!"

"Grandpa's bones are too soft for him to withstand this kind of torment!"

"Please have a kind heart and save Grandpa!"

The others rubbed their hands excitedly, slowly approaching Jiang Qingge in a semi-circle, their breath reeking of foul odors and spewing profanities.

"Hehe, look at that exquisitely beautiful face, she'll definitely be a femme fatale when she grows up!"

"Our Japanese men just happen to have a thing for young, immature girls!"

"The smaller ones, of course, have their own alluring charms!"

"Little sister, don't hide! The uncles will treat you very 'gently'..."

Jiang Qingge coldly observed these filthy and disgraceful assassins.

In those bright, star-like eyes, there was not a trace of fear, but rather a calm and indifferent look, as if looking at a dead person.

A faint, chilling sword aura quietly bloomed on the training ground, and even the surrounding air became filled with murderous intent and chilling coldness because of this pungent stench, as if in the next instant, an incomparably pure sword rain would wash away all the filth and unbearable things in this world.