I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The Martial Arts Arena Beyond the Heavens is bathed in the first rays of dawn.

Ten thousand rays of golden light, like scattered gold dust, poured down onto the cold, hard bluestone slab, refracting layers of sacred halo.

Only a delicately beautiful young girl was sitting cross-legged in meditation, following the directions of the Eight Trigrams.

Despite his young age, his cool and aloof sword intent subtly drew upon the divine energy of the surrounding heaven and earth, creating a superior and aloof aura amidst the vast sea of ​​clouds.

Jiang Qingge closed her eyes slightly, opened her cherry-like mouth slightly, and exhaled a breath of snow-white silk that looked like a solid long sword.

The sharp sword energy lingered in mid-air for a long time, causing even the towering trees and plants a hundred feet away to droop in fear.

She murmured to herself:

"The clear sound is stirring, and the sword shadows sway."

"A dream of a clear song, eternal solitude..."

The cultivation technique he practiced was the supreme martial art "Qingge Sword Technique," which Jiang Chen had tailored and developed specifically for him.

On the other side of the training ground, an old man was slowly practicing a set of strange, weak and powerless boxing techniques.

The old man muttered incantations as he slowly drew circles in the air with his hands.

The movements were fluid and graceful, yet they exuded a sense of profound simplicity and harmony, akin to the Daoist principle of returning to one's true nature.

"A big watermelon, cut in half, one half for you, one half for him..."

The old man was none other than Xiong Ba, the former overlord of the martial arts world.

Ever since the last time a group of scoundrels from the East came to Tianwaitian and caused trouble, Jiang Chen thought that this paradise was bound to have some ignorant fools who secretly coveted it. So he simply used his heaven-defying methods to forcibly repair Xiong Ba's already completely destroyed and broken meridians. He also casually taught him a set of Tai Chi Chuan for self-defense.

Nowadays, apart from receiving a few pointers on boxing techniques from the little girl Jiang Qingge, Xiong Ba devotes himself to self-cultivation. In his every move, he has truly developed a transcendent, youthful, and otherworldly air.

Jiang Qingge nimbly flipped and leaped off the bluestone pier, her petite figure as light as a feather flitting among flowers.

With his tiny hands behind his back, he strolled up to Xiong Ba like a young tutor in a private school, shook his head with an air of maturity, and commented:

"Grandpa Xiongba, you drew that half watermelon too heavily again. You almost cleaved the dividing line in the middle."

"My master said that the roundness of Tai Chi lies in its emptiness and lightness, not in its strength."

"You're always trying to mold that perfect circle, which makes you look inferior."

"Treat the watermelon in your hand as a wisp of cloud that you can't grasp, or a breeze that you can't touch in the mountains."

Upon hearing this, Xiong Ba's previously stiff and hesitant movements suddenly froze in mid-air.

He closed his weathered eyes and repeatedly pondered the profound commentary that seemed like innocent childish words but actually pointed directly to the supreme truth of Tai Chi.

After a moment, he exhaled a long breath, and the arc of his palms became extremely ethereal, as if it really brought a gentle breeze to the surroundings.

He immediately burst into a hearty laugh, and solemnly cupped his hands in greeting to the little girl who barely reached his waist:

"Wonderful...wonderful indeed! As expected of the prodigy taught by Brother Jiang, my old eyes still need you, little girl, to constantly guide them so they can see the true light."

"Teacher Qingge, how does this 'White Crane Spreads Wings' move look to you?"

Just as the old man and the young man were chatting and laughing leisurely, a series of extremely uniform, crisp sounds of wooden clogs suddenly came from outside the mountain gate, which was shrouded in clouds.

Xiong Ba's deep gaze twitched slightly as he looked into the distance.

At the end of the bluestone mountain path, a large group of people were climbing the steps in a grand manner.

The leader was dressed in a fiery red brocade robe, with a crimson divine sword hanging at his waist, and his every step exuded an air of domineering arrogance.

He nestled close to Yan Ying, whose charm remained and whose eyes sparkled.

Behind them were the sword slaves Wen Nu and Leng Yan, who followed closely like shadows, their expressions blank.

The most eye-catching were the dozens of exotic beauties following closely behind Duan Lang.

They were all dressed in elaborate and gorgeous kimonos, with delicate wooden clogs on their feet, and each of them had their head bowed and eyes lowered.

Dressed as beautifully as cherry blossoms in March, she appeared trembling and holding her breath under the oppressive, cold, and frosty sword intent from beyond the heavens.

Jiang Qingge's clear and melodious cheers instantly shattered the tranquility of the summit of Tianshan Mountain. Her petite figure, like moonlight reflected on water, nimbly leaped towards the forbidden area behind the mountain in a few bounds, shouting happily into the vast void:

"Master! Master! The sect leader is back! And he brought lots of pretty ladies in weird clothes!"

Before the words were finished, a clear and melodious long howl suddenly came from the depths of the sea of ​​clouds behind the mountain.

Three pristine, peerless figures cleaved through the clouds atop the cliff, descending gracefully like fleeting shadows into the center of the martial arts arena.

On either side of Jiang Chen, Di Er Meng, dressed in a plain dress, was as serene and gentle as an ancient pool, while You Ruo, draped in a red veil, was as bright and charming as a mountain fox.

The three women used their superior lightness skills to gracefully descend from mid-air to the ground. The unparalleled beauty of the two women instantly made dozens of Japanese beauties feel ashamed, and they lowered their heads even further.

Jiang Chen appeared with his hands behind his back, his white robes as pure as snow, untouched by dust. His deep eyes revealed a haughty disdain for all living beings. Looking at the scene before him, he couldn't help but chuckle:

"Brother Lang's entourage this time is starting to resemble that of the Japanese Emperor more and more."

Duan Lang strode forward, arms outstretched in a fierce roar, letting out a long, triumphant laugh that echoed through the heavens:

Brother Jiang!

Jiang Chen also stepped forward with a hearty laugh, their hands clasped tightly together, and then they embraced fiercely.

The broad shoulders slammed together violently, producing a dull thud like thunder in the sky, which made the delicate bodies of the surrounding Japanese women tremble.

This embrace is a testament to over a decade of weathering storms together and defying fate, a testament to the unwavering loyalty and courage of two people who can entrust their backs to each other.

Jiang Chen patted the other's firm back forcefully, teasing loudly:

"Brother Lang, you seem to have gotten quite a bit stronger after this trip to Japan."

Duan Lang relaxed his arms wide, grinned, and then mysteriously leaned close to Jiang Chen's ear.

He lowered his voice, a hushed tone only men could understand, and whispered with an extremely mischievous wink:

"The salty sea breeze from Japan blows away all that affectation."

"Brother Jiang, I personally selected these 'Japanese specialties,' and they're all absolutely top-quality..."

"The most amazing thing is the 'Bone-Melting Divine Art' passed down by the Japanese Imperial Family. Among these fifty women, there are a few exceptional ones who can melt bones and ecstasy in bed. I guarantee you will experience what a true Japanese 'divine princess' is like."

"That waist...tsk tsk, Brother Jiang, you know what I mean."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen's peripheral vision keenly caught two icy gazes, sharp as daggers, suddenly shooting from behind him, and a chilling sensation inexplicably seeped into his straight spine.

The smile that was about to appear on the man's face was frozen in time. He quickly put on a compassionate and sanctimonious expression, and even coughed heavily twice to cover up his momentary heartbeat.

His hand, however, moved swiftly and lightly across the back of Duan Lang's hand, his eyes meeting in a flurry of anxious hints, while his outward expression remained righteous and indignant:

"Ahem... Brother Lang, stop talking nonsense!"

"My mind is full of serious matters."

"Since these Japanese girls have come all this way, they can serve as maids and teach them the rules of the Central Plains."

After saying that, he glanced furtively behind him, looking extremely guilty.

At this moment, Di Er Meng's lips were tightly pursed, and her clear eyes revealed an extreme coldness that saw through the sordidness of the world. Her smile was ambiguous, and there was not a trace of the doting affection she once had.

Wherever the ice and snow gazed, Jiang Chen felt a chill run down his spine, and even his smooth forehead broke out in a few beads of sweat.

You Ruo's pretty face darkened slightly, her expression turning frosty. Her slender fingers hovered resentfully in front of Duan Lang's nose, her tone full of embarrassment and coquettishness:

"You, Duan Lang, have certainly improved your ability to lead bad people to even greater heights after just one trip out?"

Duan Lang laughed loudly, defiantly enduring You Ruo's murderous gaze, and shouted at Jiang Chen with the fearlessness of a dead pig:

"Brother Jiang, these fifty songstresses will all be assigned to your Supreme Elder Pavilion as maids from now on."

"Serving tea and water, making the bed and folding the blankets goes without saying. As for whether you, Brother Jiang, want to 'exchange tips' with them on Japanese skills, that's your own business, and I have no right to interfere!"

"Boss Xiong, your 'watermelon-slicing' skills are getting more and more sophisticated!"

After saying that, he slipped away three steps, abruptly and hastily changing the subject.

Xiong Ba calmly finished his move, stood still, stroked his beard, and laughed loudly.

At Yan Ying's signal, the Japanese women knelt obediently on the cold stone slab like wheat swaying in the wind, their soft, sweet, exotic voices blending into a wave of sound that could melt one's bones.

"This servant greets the Supreme Elder."

Jiang Qingge watched with wide curiosity, tilting her pink head and staring intently at the foreign women dressed in elaborate kimonos scattered on the ground. Suddenly, she blurted out a childlike, innocent question:

"Master, these ladies are dressed so revealingly, won't it be especially inconvenient for them to fight?"

Jiang Chen guiltily touched the bridge of his nose, clearly feeling You Ruo's warning gaze behind him like a thorn in his back. He could only awkwardly cough and try to brush it off.

"This is 'art,' what do you, a little girl, know?"

You Ruo let out a cold, merciless snort from her nose. Though her words were sharp, she didn't actually try to drive her away.

"Don't believe me, that's not art at all."

Duan Lang, seizing the opportunity, laughed loudly, then with a bold wave of his large hand, he sternly shouted at the kneeling women in kimonos:

"Now that everyone is here, why not let these Japanese women demonstrate their skills to alleviate the loneliness of this Tianshan Mountain?"

"What are you all standing there for? Play music and dance for everyone, including the Supreme Elder!"

At the command, the kimono-clad woman skillfully moved and knelt on the bluestone ground.

With her delicate white hands, she plucked the strings with extreme gentleness, and the unique, melancholic sound of the shamisen immediately flowed and permeated the empty training ground.

Its tone is desolate and ancient, yet it possesses a captivating charm unique to foreign lands.

The other carefully selected top-tier singers each drew an exquisite folding fan from their sleeves. With a gentle wave of the fan, they danced gracefully in their light, delicate wooden clogs to the mournful strains of the zither.

Jiang Chen leaned casually against the expensive armchair, leisurely peeling glistening grapes while nodding and applauding repeatedly.

His gaze was clear and open, and he exclaimed in admiration with a purely respectful attitude, appreciating the unparalleled dance:

"Good! Very good!"

Jiang Qingge, who rarely left her home, had never seen such a stunning and alluring sight before. She was initially staring wide-eyed, but eventually found it amusing. She clumsily twisted her small, childlike body and imitated the seductive movements of the Japanese women, making everyone around her burst into laughter.

Xiong Ba burst into a deafening laugh, then stroked his beard and adopted the air of a grandmaster to offer his critique:

"Hmm, although this movement technique is not supported by internal energy, it is flexible and agile, so it has some merits."

幽若冷眼旁观江尘惬意享受的欠揍模样，银牙暗咬，终是忍无可忍，抬起莲步便在爱夫脚背上极其狠辣地重重踩下一脚。

Jiang Chen suddenly let out a miserable wail, instantly shattering the harmonious atmosphere of the music:

"Ouch!"

A sly smile quickly flickered in Di Ermeng's eyes, but she feigned concern and pressed him for an answer:

"What's wrong, husband?"

Jiang Chen's face contorted in agony, his jaw clenched, but he could only swallow his pride and bear the pain, forcing himself to save face.

"No...it's nothing, I was...I was captivated by the charm of art."

Seeing this comical scene, the crowd could no longer contain themselves and burst into laughter.

The joyful laughter atop the Tianshan Mountains, accompanied by the melancholic strains of a foreign zither, lingered long amidst the layers of clouds.

The music ended, but the lingering melody still resonated.

After the dance, they were drenched in sweat.

Although You Ruo harbored some resentment, she snorted coldly but ultimately did not actually lower herself to stop him.

Second Dream's expression returned to its usual calm, her tone placid yet exuding an undeniable authority:

"In that case, they shall all be assigned to the Supreme Elders' Pavilion as maids from now on."

"We sisters will teach them what rules to follow here."

The rapid, shrill sound of wooden clogs echoed once more high into the clouds, gradually fading into the depths of the forest.

Under the cold and stern guidance of the fifty delicate and frail Japanese beauties, they disappeared in single file, like a flock of frightened and fragile butterflies, at the end of the secluded path leading to the fairyland behind the mountain.

Jiang Chen wiped away the fine beads of sweat that had seeped from his smooth forehead, still feeling a lingering fear.

His gaze swept over the graceful figures of the beauties, and then he glared at Duan Lang, who was grinning mischievously beside him. He could only shake his head with a helpless smile.

At the summit of Tianshan Mountain, fifty vibrant and exquisite artifacts were officially established.

The originally austere and solitary divine and demonic aura was ultimately forcibly smeared with an indelible layer of worldly rouge.