I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Bujia Village, Hangzhou.

Nestled against the mountains and beside the water, it is like a secluded paradise.

The once dilapidated Bu family mansion has now been renovated, and its green tiles and white walls exude a tranquil and human touch.

In the courtyard, two women leaned against the door, their gazes piercing through the winding bluestone path, gazing intently towards the horizon.

Chuchu wore a light blue coarse cloth skirt. Although she was plain-faced and without makeup, her delicate and refined beauty was still undeniable.

But at this moment, those eyes, which should have been bright and lively, were filled with an unyielding sorrow.

She leaned weakly against the mottled door frame with one hand, while unconsciously stroking her slightly protruding belly with the other, her expression a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

Beside her, Dugu Meng, dressed in a neat and tidy outfit, appeared dashing and resolute, but her tightly furrowed brows and the way she gripped the sword hilt betrayed the anxiety and torment in her heart.

Since the earth-shattering battle at the Wushen Jue Palace, Feng and Yun embarked on a path of no return to save the world. Several months have passed, and they have vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

"Sister Meng, do you think... Brother Yun and Brother Feng will come back?"

Chu Chu murmured softly, her voice trembling slightly.

Dugu Meng took a deep breath of the cool breeze, forced a smile, and softly comforted him:

"Don't worry, Chuchu."

"They are the heroes, the most upright and courageous men in the world."

"Nothing in this world can hold them back; they will surely return."

"For you, and for the unborn child in your womb."

Upon hearing this, Chu Chu lowered her head, gently stroking her belly, a glimmer of maternal love flickering in her dim eyes:

"Yes, Brother Yun promised me he would definitely come back..."

In a secluded corner of the village, a towering ancient locust tree casts a dense shade.

In the depths of the shadows, a lonely, slender figure, like a solitary tree rooted there, gazes intently at the half-closed courtyard gate, at the delicate, beautiful figure that haunts his dreams.

It was Jian Chen, the successor of the Hero Sword.

He should have followed his mentor, Nameless, to fight alongside him in times of national crisis, but in the end, he couldn't overcome the fatal emotional barrier in his heart amidst the mortal world.

He stared intently at Chu Chu's bulging belly, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Is it bitter?

Is it jealousy?

More than anything, it was an indescribable obsession, like drinking poison to quench thirst.

Those are Bu Jingyun's children, irrefutable proof that Chu Chu is already a wife.

As a pillar of the righteous path and a beloved disciple of a martial arts legend, he should have strictly adhered to the great precepts of propriety and cut off this incestuous thought with his sword.

The word "love" has no origin, yet it goes on and on.

"Though she is now a wife, she has gained even more charm..."

A bitter laugh crept across Jian Chen's face as he secretly despised his own despicable behavior.

Reason told him that such obsession violated the principles of heaven and earth, yet throughout history, countless heroes and great men have ultimately been unable to escape the entanglement of love, even if their beloved had become another man's wife, they still found it sweet.

He knew full well that his actions were despicable, but this feeling, which had grown wildly like a vine, was impossible to eradicate.

Every night, when all was quiet, that gentle figure would quietly enter his arms like a nightmare, causing him to toss and turn, unable to sleep all night.

"Chuchu, I can't give you a proper status, nor can I take you away to a distant land."

Jian Chen gripped the heroic sword in his hand tightly, a symbol of righteousness, but the cold temperature of the scabbard couldn't suppress the paleness of his knuckles.

The complex emotions churning in his eyes finally subsided, turning into a bottomless pool of bitterness.

"But I can stay here in the shadows and protect you from all attacks, both open and hidden."

Even if the person you're waiting for never comes back.

He tightened his grip on the sword hilt and slowly retreated, his tall figure gradually swallowed up by the heavy shadow of the old locust tree.

In the chaotic world of martial arts, this swordsman, who should have been a shining star, willingly transformed into a lonely wolf, hiding in the depths of the night, staring intently at others' prey.

The gentle breeze of the Jiangnan water towns could not dispel the chilling aura of death emanating from Nie Feng.

He was like a walking corpse whose soul had been ripped out, dragging his stiff steps along the overgrown, desolate ancient road.

The blood-red sunset poured down from the horizon, illuminating that pale, lifeless face and giving off a chilling, unapproachable aura.

Those once warm and compassionate eyes were now just two thick, unyielding balls of scarlet demonic light.

Having completely fallen into the demonic path, his mind was filled with nothing but the most primal and brutal killing instincts and a single, flickering obsession, like a candle in the wind. Like a puppet on strings, he dragged his battered demonic body aimlessly through the vast mortal world.

Ahead lay a quiet, remote fishing village, with wisps of smoke rising from chimneys and children playing.

However, Nie Feng remained indifferent to the mundane affairs of the world.

He exuded a chilling aura that froze life, and wherever he went, even the fiercest wild dogs by the roadside would tuck their tails between their legs and whimper as they fled, not daring to utter a single bark.

As they reached the center of the village, a chilling and extremely cold atmosphere suddenly filled the previously peaceful air.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The previously lifeless thatched huts suddenly exploded from the inside without warning, and a sandstorm mixed with sharp wooden spikes swept out like a rain of hidden weapons.

Amidst the rising dust, a dozen long-dormant, dark, ghostly-faced figures, like jackals smelling blood, suddenly charged out from all directions!

The pale white blade light and the vicious sword energy instantly intertwined into an impenetrable net of killing intent, tearing through the air with a shrill whistle, and came crashing down on Nie Feng's head!

"Cut off his head! The court's million taels of gold will be ours!"

The wages of avarice is death.

The bandits, blinded by the exorbitant bounty, unleashed a frenzied roar that shattered the last vestiges of tranquility in the nameless fishing village.

This group of martial arts outlaws, who had been lying in wait for a long time, unleashed their deadly moves. They were all first-rate or even innate level masters of ruthlessness, and their attacks were merciless, each move aimed directly at vital points.

Facing the overwhelming killing intent, Nie Feng's expression remained completely calm, not even his eyes moved an inch.

Just as swords were about to strike him, in that life-or-death moment, he moved.

"roar--"

A hoarse, low roar, like that of an ancient ferocious beast, was squeezed out from his throat.

Nie Feng did not move an inch, but his body suddenly surged with a destructive force like a volcanic eruption, turning into a raging torrent that swept and crushed in all directions!

"Bang bang bang!"

Several innate masters who lunged at Nie Feng from mid-air were sent flying like rag dolls by this tyrannical and terrifying demonic energy, without even being able to touch the hem of Nie Feng's clothes.

The person was already spraying blood everywhere in mid-air, and after landing, their bones were broken and they were as limp as mud, completely unaware of whether they were alive or dead.

Nie Feng didn't even spare a glance, as if he had just swatted a few flies that disturbed his peaceful sleep.

He continued to wade forward with stiff, heavy steps.

Just then, a large, muscular yellow dog suddenly appeared from some corner, seemingly oblivious to the earth-shattering aura of demonic flames, and ran straight to Nie Feng's feet, sniffing around.

Immediately afterward, a little girl with pigtails and delicate features stumbled after them, calling out in a sweet, childish voice:

"Big Yellow, don't run around..."

Beside a dilapidated thatched hut in the distance, a woman dressed as a village woman screamed in panic:

"Girl! Come back quickly! It's dangerous over there!"

Nie Feng's heavy steps paused slightly.

In his chaotic and turbid consciousness, the girl and the yellow dog in front of him were as weak as a speck of dust, posing no threat whatsoever, and thus did not trigger his ingrained killing instinct.

Like a king of beasts patrolling his territory, he disdains to crush two insignificant blades of grass at his feet.

The little girl ran up to the dog, obediently squatted down, and hugged the big yellow dog. Her innocent and adorable expression was endearing.

However, in that tender moment, a terrifying killing intent suddenly erupted!

The once docile and obedient big yellow dog suddenly revealed a fierce glint in its eyes, opened its blood-red maw wide, and its white fangs, like unsheathed daggers, bit down hard on Nie Feng's drooping left arm with the speed of thunder!

The little girl's innocence vanished instantly, replaced by a look of resentment and ferocity that was extremely incongruous with her age.

With a sudden flick of her sleeve, a barb coated with a deep blue venom, like a viper's tongue, darted precisely into Nie Feng's vital point in the waist and abdomen!

"Hehe, go to hell!"

Although Nie Feng was protected by domineering demonic energy, this sudden attack was too abrupt. In addition, the combined attack of the vicious dog and the girl contained extremely insidious and unpredictable internal energy, which was specifically designed to break through the protective qi of martial arts masters.

"puff!"

Sharp teeth tear flesh apart, and venomous barbs pierce through skin!

The excruciating pain instantly triggered the already chaotic and frenzied nerves in Nie Feng's mind.

"roar--!!!"

Nie Feng suddenly looked up at the sky and let out a mournful roar that sounded inhuman.

His crimson eyes blazed with a terrifying light, and a demonic flame, ten times more ferocious and bloodthirsty than before, roared into the sky!

"Bang!"

Before the mutated vicious dog could even utter a mournful howl, it was blasted into a bloody storm by the overwhelming demonic flames!

The little girl was also blasted backward by the overwhelming force of the shockwave, flying like a kite with a broken string. She was already spitting blood in mid-air when she crashed heavily into the mud several feet away.

"Girl!"

The woman in the distance, pretending to be a village woman, let out a shrill scream like a ghost. She moved with lightning speed and caught the little girl who had been thrown into the air. However, she was also shaken by the aftershock and was forced to take several steps back. Her face was as white as paper and her eyes were full of horror.

It turns out that this seemingly harmless mother and daughter are actually the "Mother and Daughter Duo," a fearsome assassin known throughout the martial arts world!

Black mist swirled around the wound on Nie Feng's left arm, clearly indicating that he had been poisoned with a deadly poison that could kill instantly upon contact with blood.

The deadly poison spread wildly along his meridians, causing his already precarious mind to completely descend into mania and madness.

The excruciating pain compelled him to rely on his animalistic instincts to escape. He suddenly channeled all his life's strength into his legs, transforming them into a fierce gust of wind that instantly tore through the void.

Wind God Leg - Catching the Wind and Shadows!

Its speed was so great that it left a long, lingering dark afterimage in the night behind it.

"Chase him! He's been poisoned by my 'Soul-Severing Powder,' an incurable poison that kills instantly upon contact with blood. He absolutely can't escape!"

The little girl casually wiped the black blood from the corner of her mouth, her tender face contorted in extreme grotesqueness, her eyes brimming with malice and greed.

The martial arts practitioners who were still lurking in the shadows saw that the once invincible demon had escaped wounded, and their greedy desires instantly overwhelmed their fear of death.

"Chase after them! Don't let the mobile vault get away!"

"Charge him shoulder to shoulder! Kill him, and the million-tael bounty is ours!"

In an instant, shouts of killing echoed through the night sky, both inside and outside the fishing village. Dozens of greedy figures swarmed like locusts, relentlessly pursuing Nie Feng's escape route.

However, the Wind God Leg technique is unparalleled in the world and unmatched in the martial arts world. How could this group of greedy rabble possibly reach its level?

In the short span of half an incense stick's time, that afterimage had completely merged into the vast mortal world, leaving not even a trace of its aura behind.