I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Sword Saint Dugu Jian's gaze swept over Jiang Chen. Although he couldn't discern the young man's true strength, his composure in the face of adversity impressed him, and he nodded in approval.

"Enough." The Sword Saint softened his tone, his eyes losing their sharpness. "The world is vast, and there are countless extraordinary people. To create such a sword technique, one must be a reclusive master. Come in and have a chat."

With that, he turned and walked into the house.

Looking at the lake, which was dozens of feet wide, Dugu Ming knew that this was his uncle's test and dared not be negligent in the slightest.

He took a deep breath and then exerted force with both legs.

"Dragon-Subduing Divine Leg - Dragon Soars Through the Nine Heavens!"

With a faint dragon's roar, Dugu Ming rose into the air, taking several steps in the air, each step landing on the water and creating ripples.

As if walking on flat ground, they gracefully crossed the tens of meters of lake surface and landed steadily on the boardwalk.

"Brother Dugu, what excellent lightness skill!" Duan Lang, standing on the plank road, couldn't help but exclaim in praise.

At this moment, only Jiang Chen remained on the shore.

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, without making any move, but simply gathered his energy and lightened his body, performing a common martial arts technique called "Crossing the Water with Duckweed".

He tapped the water several times, his body rising and falling. Although not as imposing as Dugu Ming's, it was still quite proper and steady.

A moment later, he landed on the plank road, though his shoes were slightly damp, revealing that his internal strength was probably around second-rate.

This level of lightness skill is commonplace in the martial arts world and nothing to be particularly noteworthy.

Seeing this, Dugu Ming quickly followed him inside, secretly pleased with himself: "It seems that Jiang Chen's lightness skill is nothing special, far inferior to my Dragon Subduing Divine Kick."

The furnishings inside the wooden house were extremely simple.

A wooden bed, a wooden table, a few futons—that's all there is.

"Sit down." The Sword Saint pointed to the futon on the ground.

The three sat down as instructed.

The Sword Saint's gaze fell on Duan Lang again, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

"Kid, what was the name of that sword strike you just used?"

"Reporting to Senior, that sword strike is called 'Burning Heaven Style,' a deadly move in the Blazing Sun Sword Technique," Duan Lang replied respectfully.

"Burning Heaven... What a name!" The Sword Saint nodded. "Powerful and domineering, burning the heavens. This sword intent is somewhat similar to my 'Holy Spirit Sword Technique'."

He paused for a moment, then asked, "What brings you here today?"

Upon hearing this, Duan Lang's heart stirred.

He knew his chance had come!

"Thump!" Duan Lang knelt down without hesitation and kowtowed heavily.

"This junior, Duan Lang, humbly requests that the Sword Saint senior accept me as his disciple!"

Duan Lang's kneeling was genuine.

But deep down, he also harbored his own schemes.

Xiong Ba possessed unparalleled martial arts skills and immense power.

If he wants to take revenge on Xiong Ba, he doesn't know when he'll be able to do it all by himself.

However, if one could become the Sword Saint's disciple and borrow the power of the Peerless City, the hope of revenge would be much greater!

Moreover, the Sword Saint possesses incredibly profound inner strength. If one could receive his guidance, one's cultivation would surely advance by leaps and bounds!

Looking at Duan Lang kneeling on the ground, a complex look flashed in the Sword Saint's eyes.

He's lived for so many years, what kind of people hasn't he seen?

Although the ambition and hatred in Duan Lang's eyes were well hidden, how could they be concealed from his eyes?

"Take on disciples?" The Sword Saint shook his head and sighed, "I swore an oath years ago that I would only cultivate the way of the sword and never take on disciples. Get up."

Upon hearing this, Duan Lang was struck dumb.

You don't accept apprentices?

Wouldn't all my hard work have been in vain?

"Senior..." Duan Lang wanted to try again.

"No need for further words." The Sword Saint waved his hand, interrupting him. "I always keep my word. However..."

He changed the subject and looked at Duan Lang, saying, "Although I cannot take you as my disciple, your 'Blazing Sun Sword Technique' has indeed impressed me."

"My 'Holy Spirit Sword Technique' is currently stuck at the bottleneck of 'Sword Twenty-Two' and I have been unable to break through it for a long time."

"The ultimate Yang energy contained in your Blazing Sun Sword Technique may give me some inspiration."

At this point, a fanatical glint flashed in the Sword Saint's eyes.

That is the ultimate pursuit of swordsmanship!

"Therefore, I am willing to make a deal with you."

"A deal?" Duan Lang was taken aback.

"Excellent." The Sword Saint nodded. "You will give me the 'Blazing Sun Sword Technique,' and I will teach you the first twenty-two forms of the 'Holy Spirit Sword Technique' and guide your practice. Between us, we will not address each other as master and disciple, but only as sword friends. What do you say?"

"What?!" Upon hearing this, Dugu Ming, who was standing to the side, almost dropped his jaw in shock.

Swordsmen discussing friendship?

My uncle actually wants to be friends with Duan Lang on the same level?

What incredible luck did Duan Lang have?!

After a brief moment of astonishment, Duan Lang was overjoyed!

Although I didn't get to become his apprentice, receiving guidance from the Sword Saint and learning the legendary "Holy Spirit Sword Technique" is already an incredible stroke of luck!

Moreover, the identity of a "sword friend" is even freer and more prestigious than that of an apprentice!

"This junior is willing!" Duan Lang said excitedly, "Thank you for your kindness, senior!"

"Good! That's great!" The Sword Saint laughed loudly, then looked at Jiang Chen, who had remained silent.

"Young friend, since you are a descendant of the Jiang family, you must have a distinguished family tradition. What are your thoughts on my suggestion?"

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, cupped his hands, and said, "Senior is a legend in swordsmanship. It is his good fortune to be able to test his martial arts with Brother Lang. I am overjoyed for him, how could I have any objections?"

"But..." Jiang Chen paused, then said mysteriously, "Our ancestor left a precept that Jiang family members should keep a low profile when traveling the martial world and should not easily reveal their family background. If Duan Lang hadn't let it slip in his haste today, I wouldn't have intended to expose my identity."

"I understand, I understand." The Sword Saint nodded, with an "I get it" expression. "It's a reclusive family, after all, with many rules. Don't worry, young friend, once you leave this place, no one else will know what happened today."

As he spoke, he glanced at Dugu Ming beside him.

Dugu Ming trembled and hurriedly nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

"I didn't hear anything! I don't know anything!"

joke!

Even his uncle highly praised the "Hidden Jiang Family," so he wouldn't dare to gossip about them even if he had ten lives!

Seeing this, Jiang Chen chuckled inwardly.

This misunderstanding seems to be getting deeper and deeper.

However, this is for the best.

With this identity as cover, things will be much easier to do in the future.

A moment later, the three of them walked out of the wooden house and onto the boardwalk.

The Sword Saint took a step forward and left the plank road, standing steadily on the lake surface that rippled with the breeze!

Stepping on the waves is like walking on flat ground.

The Sword Saint stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly one with the lake beneath his feet and the surrounding world.

"My Holy Spirit Sword Technique, the first eighteen forms are based on sentient beings, while the last four forms are the sword of ruthlessness."

He slowly raised his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together to form a sword-like gesture.

"At my level, grass, trees, bamboo, and rocks can all become swords; even the absence of a sword is superior to having one. Today, I will demonstrate the Holy Spirit Sword Technique for you with this sword-finger technique!"

"Watch closely! I'll only demonstrate once. How much you grasp depends entirely on your own destiny!"

Before he finished speaking, the Sword Saint's sword finger had already thrust out.