I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

When You Ruo and the Second Dream saw that outsiders had set foot on the back mountain, they immediately abandoned their innocent and charming playfulness among the flowers and obediently retreated behind Jiang Chen like two gentle and clever birds.

Jiang Chen's brows once again furrowed with that detached, aloof air, untouched by worldly concerns. With a casual wave of his sleeve, a cup of exquisite tea, steaming hot, appeared out of thin air on the white jade table.

"sit."

"Thank you, senior."

Nameless, being naturally open-minded and unpretentious, took his seat as instructed, but instead of picking up the cup of fragrant tea, he straightened up and said with a solemn expression,

"Senior, I have come here with a request."

"For Nie Feng?"

Jiang Chen rested his chin on his hand, his deep eyes looking down at the martial arts legend before him with a half-smile.

Wuming's heart skipped a beat, secretly marveling at the senior's extraordinary abilities and brilliant strategies. He immediately nodded repeatedly in response:

"Exactly."

"Nie Feng is now deeply tainted by demonic nature and has lost all his mind. He has wandered the martial world and has unknowingly committed countless atrocities."

"This junior knows that your abilities are extraordinary and unfathomable, so I dare to ask if there is a way to resolve Nie Feng's predicament?"

After speaking, Wuming abruptly pushed up his chair and stood up, disregarding his status as a martial arts master, he bowed deeply to Jiang Chen, his words filled with compassionate earnestness.

"Please have mercy, senior, and save Nie Feng's life, and also save all living beings from the calamity of the demons."

Jiang Chen's long, slender, fair fingers tapped slowly on the white jade table, the crisp, rhythmic sound echoing gently through the quiet flower path. After pausing for a while, he finally spoke casually:

"Saving him shouldn't be too difficult."

Upon hearing this, Wuming's body trembled violently, and a burning flame of hope instantly ignited in his dim eyes.

"All we need to do is have him cultivate a technique called 'World-Destroying Demon Body'."

Jiang Chen parted his thin lips slightly, speaking casually as if discussing the night's scenery.

"World-destroying... demonic body?"

The nameless man's long, white eyebrows instantly furrowed into a tight knot as he repeatedly chewed over those four words, which reeked of intense bloodshed. An ominous premonition surged within him for no apparent reason.

"Senior, this name contains the character 'demon,' and it sounds extremely murderous."

"Nie Feng was already out of control due to being possessed by demons. If he were to cultivate such demonic arts, wouldn't that be adding fuel to the fire, causing him to completely fall into the demonic path and never recover?"

"Pedantic."

Jiang Chen let out a mocking snort, his cold gaze sweeping over Wuming like a drawn sword.

"Who told you that evil is demonic and righteousness is the way?"

Struck by this direct and incisive rhetorical question, Wuming froze on the spot, speechless for a moment:

"this……"

Jiang Chen flicked his sleeves and rose, standing proudly atop the Hundred Flowers Peak, gazing up at the vast sky. His voice was ethereal and distant, as if it came from beyond the heavens:

"Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it; the same is true of demonic energy."

"The reason why Nie Feng lost control was because his mind was too weak and he could not control the surging demonic energy in his body. Instead, he was controlled by the demonic energy."

"And this 'World-Destroying Demon Body' uses the body as a furnace and the demon as fire."

"Cultivating this technique not only rebuilds the physical body, making it indestructible, but also allows the cultivator to take control and perfectly manipulate the demonic energy within. However..."

The conversation abruptly shifted, and Jiang Chen's lips slowly curved into a chilling, eerie smile.

"This technique is extremely domineering. When cultivating it, one must constantly devour the brain marrow and spiritual essence of living people in order to replenish one's own depleted essence."

"The more you devour, the stronger you become, until you achieve the perfect demonic body and become immortal."

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, Wuming was struck dumb, his gaunt face turning deathly pale, his eyes filled with utter shock and disbelief.

"Devouring...living human brains?!"

As a martial arts legend with a strong sense of righteousness, how could he have ever heard of such a heinous and immoral evil skill?

This is not saving people; it's creating a peerless demon who is a thousand times more terrifying than the demon-possessed Nie Feng!

"Senior...this...this is absolutely unacceptable!"

The nameless man's voice trembled violently; in his panic, he waved his hands frantically and retreated.

"If we use this method to save Nie Feng, even if he regains his senses, he will probably suffer for the rest of his life because of the boundless bloodshed he has committed."

"Furthermore, such evil practices are intolerable to Heaven and Earth. How can we, as righteous people, possibly..."

Jiang Chen coldly observed Wuming's dreadful and seemingly collapsing appearance, as if the sky itself had collapsed. He chuckled inwardly, thinking to himself that such upright and honest people were indeed the most easily teased.

"Alright, alright, look how scared you are."

Jiang Chen waved his hand listlessly, looking at Wuming with a face full of disdain.

"I was just saying it offhand, just kidding."

"Are you... just kidding me?"

Wuming stood frozen in place like a withered tree, his lips twitching uncontrollably, silently lamenting the profound cultivation of this senior...

He really is eccentric and still has a childlike heart.

"Since you cannot accept the body of a world-destroying demon, I will teach you a demon-controlling technique."

Jiang Chen concealed the mischievousness in his eyes, hesitated for a moment, then a chilling glint flashed in his pupils, and his expression turned cold and solemn.

"This technique is called the Demon Heart Technique."

"The Demon Heart Technique?"

Wuming was taken aback, feeling that the name sounded even more sinister than the one that ate brain marrow.

"good."

Jiang Chen, without blushing or panting, solemnly fabricated a story.

"This skill emphasizes the principle of 'no destruction, no construction.'"

"It's not simply about suppressing demonic nature, but about forging a 'demonic heart'."

"Use supreme composure to control the demonic mind, so that humans and demons become one, indistinguishable from one another."

"To cultivate this method, one must be in an extremely cold place and use the energy of ten-thousand-year-old mysterious ice to suppress the demonic fire."

"At the same time, I circulate my inner energy to refine the demonic energy within my body little by little, condensing it into a 'Demon God Dharma Form'."

"Once the technique is mastered, one can reach the legendary 'Crossing the Demon Heart' realm."

"At that time, Nie Feng will not only regain his full senses, but will also be able to borrow the power of the Demon God to possess the power to destroy the world, and his heart will be as still as water, untouched by the dust of the world."

Nameless listened, completely captivated, nodding repeatedly, a startling brilliance rekindling in his dim eyes:

"Crossing the Demonic Heart... Using demons to subdue demons, achieving oneness with the demon, yet remaining serene within!"

"Brilliant! Brilliant indeed! It can dispel demonic energy without causing bloodshed; it's truly a perfect solution!"

"Thank you for your guidance, senior!"

Overwhelmed with emotion, Wuming knelt down and bowed deeply once more.

Jiang Chen suppressed the laughter surging in his chest, and with a light flick of his sleeve, he sent a dazzling stream of light into Wuming's brow. It was the supreme mantra of the "Demon Heart Technique," which he had "freshly created" on the spot and whose power far exceeded that of the original Demon Heart Crossing.

"Go."

Jiang Chen waved his hand lazily, signaling the guests to leave.

"This skill requires cultivation in an extremely cold place. Take Nie Feng to find a place with ten-thousand-year-old ice. Use the cold air to suppress the demonic fire, and you will be able to master it."

The nameless man solemnly imprinted it in his heart and bowed deeply to Jiang Chen:

"I understand, thank you for your guidance, senior!"

Having said that, Wuming didn't hesitate for a moment. In a flash, his figure transformed into a fierce sword light that pierced through the sea of ​​clouds, and he sped off towards the foot of Cangmang Mountain.

Jiang Chen gazed quietly at the sword shadow that had completely disappeared into the end of the sea of ​​clouds before slowly picking up the white jade teacup, taking a sip of the cool, fragrant tea, his expression as calm as ever.

Of all the places I remember in Jiangnan, Hangzhou is the one I miss the most.

It was late spring, when the grass was growing and the birds were singing. Outside the misty rain of Hangzhou, in a secluded and quiet fishing village that was almost isolated from the world, the peach blossoms were as red as burning clouds, and the willow catkins in the sky were like soft snowflakes.

At the western end of the village, a few simple but exceptionally tidy thatched houses are built against the mountain and beside the water. In the cramped courtyard enclosed by sparse fences, several old fishing nets that have just been repaired are drying in the wind.

In the dimly lit main hall of the thatched hut, beside a dilapidated square table with missing corners, sat a robust man, dressed in tattered clothes and with long hair disheveled like a wooden sculpture.

He kept his head down, wolfing down a bowl of coarse, pungent rice and a few plates of bland vegetables on the table. He ate with extreme ferocity and speed, just like a wild beast from the deep mountains that had been starving for a long time.

Occasionally, a few low, hoarse swallowing sounds would emanate from his throat, but there was no trace of madness or bloodlust; instead, there was a chilling, deathly calm.

It was none other than Nie Feng, the peerless demon king for whom the imperial court had offered a bounty of one million taels of gold to capture him across the world.

Beside the dilapidated square table stood a young woman in simple clothes, holding a bowl of scalding hot soup. She was looking at the strange, down-and-out man who had barged into her home with a somewhat timid expression.

Although this woman was dressed as an ordinary village woman and did not wear any makeup, she was born with a gentle and beautiful appearance. In particular, her bright and radiant eyes bore an astonishing resemblance to Kong Ci, the tragic woman from the Tianxia Society who had haunted the dreams of the three brothers Feng Yunshuang.

If Bu Jingyun were standing here right now, he would definitely be so shocked that he would lose his composure and cry out in surprise.

"Eat slowly... there's still some in the pot..."

The woman's soft, boneless voice rang out, and although there was an instinctive fear in her clear eyes, there was even more of an innate, pure kindness.

Just then, in this quiet moment, the flimsy wooden door outside the courtyard was pushed open with a creak.

"Ning'er, I'm back."

A warm, mellow voice, tinged with weariness, pierced the spring breeze and entered the courtyard.

A middle-aged man dressed in coarse linen clothes strode in. His face was weathered and etched with deep lines, his temples were streaked with frost, and his face bore the marks of a life of hardship. Yet, he could not hide the sharp, heroic spirit that once commanded the world between his brows.

What is most striking are his two empty, deflated linen sleeves hanging at his sides. As he walks steadily, the two empty sleeves sway weakly in the spring breeze, making him appear particularly heroic in his twilight years and desolate.

This person is none other than Qin Shuang, the former leader of the Tian Shuang Hall of the Tianxia Society, who once dominated the martial arts world, and the first disciple whom Xiong Ba was proud of!

After suffering the loss of both arms in the past, he was utterly heartbroken and withdrew from the martial world. He found a gentle woman named Ding Ning who looked just like his deceased wife Kong Ci, and they lived a quiet life in this remote water town in Jiangnan, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, without any worldly strife.

"Brother Shuang, you're back."

Seeing her husband return home safely, Ding Ning quickly put down the soup bowl in her hand and hurried to greet him. She took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and very carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"A...we have guests at home?"

Qin Shuang's weary gaze passed over Ding Ning's frail shoulders and instantly landed on the back of the person inside the room who was engrossed in eating.

For some reason, that dejected figure gave him a strange sense of familiarity that pierced his very bones, and his usually calm heart trembled violently for no reason.

Ding Ning nodded obediently and whispered:

"I don't know where this person came from, but he stared intently at the dining table as soon as he walked in."

"I saw he was pitifully hungry, so I let him in..."

Qin Shuang felt a pang of tenderness upon hearing this, and sighed inwardly at the messed-up world, saying with pity:

"He's a man with a hard life. Ning'er, go and get him another bowl of rice."

As she spoke, Qin Shuang took steady steps into the house, wanting to see who this "guest" was.

When he finally stood before the dilapidated square table and clearly saw the familiar profile of the man, mostly obscured by disheveled hair and with rice grains still stuck to the corner of his mouth.

He was suddenly struck as if by lightning, his eyes widened instantly, and he froze on the spot.