I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

At the summit of the mountain behind the Motuo Lanruo Temple stands a majestic and solemn Buddha statue.

Master Yiyou led Long'er and Jin, and soon they arrived at the foot of the Buddha.

The three stood before the Buddha's seat, looking up at the giant Buddha, half of which was hidden in the clouds and mist, its lowered eyes seemingly looking down compassionately at the beings below.

"This is it."

Master Yiyou looked around to make sure no one was following him, then twisted his body and slid behind the Buddha like a gecko climbing a wall, groping around under the huge Buddha seat for a while.

Jin and Long'er followed.

There, a man squatted beneath the Buddha's seat, his short, chubby fingers expertly pressing several times into what appeared to be an ordinary crevice in the stone—

He had walked this road countless times; he could find it with his eyes closed.

Jin crossed his arms and leaned against the Buddha's seat, glancing at Yiyou's practiced yet casual movements, and said calmly:

"It seems you've been here more than once or twice."

"Of course," Yiyou muttered without looking up.

"I, the monk, have to go down and deliver roast chicken to that lord inside every few days, otherwise he might break the chains and come back to settle accounts with me."

Long'er ignored their conversation. He stood silently to the side, his gaze fixed on the shadow beneath the Buddha's seat, his right hand unconsciously reaching into his robes and grasping the cold black sword.

My fingertips trembled slightly.

He couldn't quite describe the feeling—ever since he stepped onto the back mountain, his heart had been burning, as if something deep within his bones was stirring and calling out.

"Click."

A very faint click of a mechanism finally sounded.

With a rustling sound, the bottom of the Buddha seat slowly slid open, revealing a hidden cave entrance that could only accommodate one person at a time, like the open mouth of a giant beast, with a chilling wind blowing straight to the deepest hell.

A musty, damp smell hit me, mixed with the stench of rust and mold.

"This is the place."

Master Yiyou stood before the cave entrance, his previous carefree demeanor vanishing abruptly. His expression turned solemn, and he clasped his hands together, chanting a Buddhist prayer.

"Back then, I, a monk, stumbled into this dungeon by accident and met a strange man. He taught me the 'Water Shifting' movement technique, and that's when I realized there were worlds beyond worlds."

He glanced back at Long'er, a complex emotion flickering in his beady eyes.

"Long'er, let me make this clear first—the one inside has a very strange temper. He gets angry at the drop of a hat. Last time, he almost slapped me into the wall."

"Be careful in everything you do once you go inside."

Long'er glanced at him indifferently, did not answer, and stepped into the dark dungeon first.

Master Jin Yuyi followed closely behind.

Inside the dungeon, it was damp, rotten, and reeked of mold.

Using the faint light of a torch, the three of them descended the winding stone steps, heading straight into the depths of the earth.

The stone steps were covered with slippery moss, and one could easily slip and fall if one was not careful.

Yiyou walked at the back, carefully navigating the shifting water, making each step firm and steady.

Jin walked in the middle, his aura slightly radiating outwards as he vigilantly sensed the movements around him.

"This dungeon is at least a hundred years old," Jin said calmly, glancing at the mottled iron rings and rust on the stone wall.

"There must be a reason why someone would stay in a place like this."

Yiyou muttered softly from behind:

"That man has a very strange temper. I asked him several times why he didn't leave, and he only said that he was waiting for someone..."

Long'er walked at the front, without responding to their words.

His heart was beating faster and faster.

That inexplicable unease grew stronger, as if something awaited him at the end of the darkness—

It was not sound, nor breath, but a more primal, indescribable pull.

Suppressing the restlessness in my heart, I kept walking.

After walking for about several dozen feet, the view suddenly opened up before us.

Inside a grand stone chamber, a man with a towering figure sat cross-legged on the ground.

Four thick iron chains, each as thick as a child's arm, bound his limbs, with the other end deeply embedded in the stone wall.

The man had disheveled hair and a full beard. His muscles bulged like rocks. Although he had been in this dungeon for many years, his wild and domineering aura was still as fiery as a raging fire, making people afraid to look directly at him.

Jin's gaze swept across the stone chamber floor—it was covered with crisscrossing sword marks of varying depths and ages.

Some are several inches deep, cutting through hard granite as easily as tofu;

Some are as thin as a hair, stretching for several feet, their trajectory subtly embodying some extremely profound essence of swordsmanship.

Even from the mere traces left on the stone surface, Jin could sense an extremely sharp sword intent—

It looked as if it might fly off the ground at any moment and cleave a person in two.

As if sensing the presence of a living person, the man suddenly looked up.

Splash!

The chains vibrated violently, and the metal clanged together!

Amidst the flying wild hair, a pair of fierce, beast-like eyes were revealed, staring intently at the three intruders. A low roar escaped his throat, causing the stone chamber to vibrate and dust to fall.

The roar contained immense internal force, and Master Yiyou was the first to be struck, staggering back two steps, clutching his ears and grimacing in pain.

"Oh my god—senior, it's me! It's me!"

Jin frowned and secretly gathered his strength to stabilize himself.

He was secretly alarmed—this man had chained himself up for so many years, and he had such power with just a roar. How terrifying must he have been in his prime?

Only Long'er remained motionless.

The internal energy fluctuations within the roar struck him, but instead of causing him to retreat, they stirred something long dormant within him—

Blood flowed faster, and the vital energy in the meridians began to circulate uncontrollably, causing the sword-shaped birthmark between the eyebrows to feel faintly hot.

"senior!"

Long'er stepped forward and, by the light of the fire, finally saw the man's face clearly.

It was a face weathered by time, showing signs of age, yet still unable to conceal its former heroic spirit. High cheekbones and a straight, prominent nose.

Although the years and seclusion have etched deep furrows on their faces, those eyes—

Even after spending more than a decade in this dark and sunless dungeon, it remains as sharp as a sword.

What is most striking is his disheveled hair, which is as white as snow and has a desolate luster in the dim light.

"One worry? What brings you here again, you bald monk?"

The strange man first glanced at Master Yiyou, his tone carrying a rough familiarity.

His gaze then fell on Long'er, who was standing to the side.

"Could it be... that they've brought me another roast chicken?"

Master Yiyou chuckled twice, pulled out a roast chicken wrapped in oil paper from his pocket, and said awkwardly:

"Hehe, senior has a good memory, I did bring the monk..."

He placed the roast chicken on the ground and gestured towards Long'er with his lips.

The strange man's gaze followed Yiyou's gesture and landed on Long'er.

Those fierce eyes suddenly changed—

All the violence and ferocity froze in an instant, replaced by a trembling, almost greedy gaze.

Long'er slowly reached into her bosom and took out a yellowed sheepskin map and a black sword.

"This thing..."

The strange man's pupils shrank sharply, his gaze fixed on the black sword, and his breathing instantly became heavy as a bull's.

"Black Sword... Map..."

He muttered to himself, his voice trembling, his rough hands gripping the chains tightly, his knuckles white, as if he were lost in distant memories, unable to pull himself out.

The stone chamber was quiet for a moment.

Master Yiyou's beady green eyes darted around, looking at the strange man and then at Long'er, as if he had sensed something unusual, but couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Jin stood to the side, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the strange man and Ryuji—

He had a vague guess in his mind, but he didn't say anything.

Suddenly, the strange man began to struggle frantically!

Splash!

The four black iron chains were taut and emitted a tooth-grinding metallic screech!

He leaned his body toward Long'er with all his might, his rough, large hands trembling as he reached out to touch her face.

However, it stopped halfway through its reach.

The hand hovered less than an inch in front of Long'er's cheek, hesitant to drop it.

A top-tier expert who had been guarding the dungeon alone for over a decade was now acting like a helpless child.

"Child...come closer...let this old man take a good look at you..."

Long'er's heart skipped a beat.

He had never seen this man before, but the moment he heard the word "child," his nose inexplicably stung with tears.

He didn't flinch, letting the rough, large hand land on his shoulder.

The strange man's sharp, hawk-like gaze meticulously traced every inch of Long'er's features—

From the sharp, sword-like eyebrows to the bright, star-like eyes, then to the straight, peak-like nose, the gaze finally settled on the faintly glowing sword-shaped birthmark between Long'er's eyebrows.

His hands were trembling.

My whole body was shaking.

After a long while, the strange man looked up at the sky and laughed loudly!

The laughter started low and hoarse, then grew louder and louder, more and more unrestrained, and finally turned into a long, earth-shattering howl that shook the entire stone chamber violently, causing rubble to fall from above!

The laughter was tinged with both boundless ecstasy and profound desolation.

"Heaven has eyes!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and tears streamed uncontrollably down his fierce gaze, down his weathered cheeks, and onto the cold iron chains.

"Eyebrows like swords, eyes like sword blades—a natural-born swordsman!"

"As expected of my son!"

Upon hearing this, the stone chamber instantly fell so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"What? Senior...it's your father?"

Master Yiyou, who was standing to the side, was stunned by what he heard.

He'd been to this dungeon more than once or twice, each time sneaking down to deliver roast chicken and casually asking for a few tips on water teleportation.

But this strange man never talked about his origins, let alone mentioned having a son!

"You...how come you've never told me about this before?" Yiyou stared at the strange man, his face full of disbelief.

"Every time I ask you about your family background, you shut me up with your fist!"

The strange man glanced at him and snorted coldly:

"Do I need to explain my affairs to a bald monk like you?"

Yiyou was speechless, and could only stare helplessly from the side.

Jin was also stunned, but in an instant, he realized that his guess had been completely confirmed.

"I see," Jin said in a low voice.

"Senior is not from the Central Plains, and Long'er also has a head of silver hair—it turns out it's due to bloodline inheritance."

He paused, his gaze falling on the heavy, dark iron chains binding the strange man's limbs—

A person who is willing to chain themselves up and guard such a place for more than a decade must possess a will and strength far beyond imagination.

And Long'er was actually the biological child of such a person.

No wonder his talent is so astonishing.

Outside the dungeon, atop the Great Buddha.

Nie Feng, carrying Dugu Meng, moved like the wind and landed silently on the ancient pine tree atop the Buddha's Peak.

He closed his eyes slightly, focused his mind, and used the all-pervasive wind to probe into the dungeon beneath the Buddha statue, carefully sensing its surroundings.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of disappointment flashing in his starry eyes.

"How is the wind? Or is it the clouds?"

Dugu Meng gripped Nie Feng's sleeve tightly, her beautiful eyes filled with anticipation.

Nie Feng slowly shook his head and sighed softly:

"It's not Senior Brother Yun."

"The person in the dungeon possessed a wild and domineering aura, like a raging fire. Although he was also a top-tier expert, he didn't follow the profound and unpredictable style of Senior Brother Yun."

Seeing her husband's disappointed expression, Dugu Meng gently took his hand and softly said:

"Don't worry, since it's not it, let's look for another one."

"Dream……"

Nie Feng gently put his arm around his beloved wife's shoulder, his gaze fixed on the distance, his tone filled with unwavering determination:

"I will definitely find out where Senior Brother Yun is."

"Even if we search to the ends of the earth, we will never give up."

Dugu Meng leaned against Nie Feng's chest, nodded gently, and said softly:

"I'll stay with you."

"Let's go."

Nie Feng glanced deeply at the Buddha statue, then embraced Dugu Meng, and with a flash, disappeared into the vast forest like a fleeting shadow.

Inside the dungeon stone chamber, the excitement of recognizing one's own flesh and blood gradually subsided.

The strange man—who was also Long'er's biological father—gradually calmed down, glanced at Master Jin and Yiyou standing not far away, and his eyes flashed slightly.

Master Yiyou, a man of great wisdom, immediately clasped his hands together in prayer:

"Now that Long'er has found his biological father, that's a wonderful thing."

"Monk, Brother Jin and I won't disturb you any longer. We'll keep watch outside for you."

After saying that, he tugged at Jin, who was still deep in thought.

Jin came to his senses, clasped his hands in a salute to the strange man, and followed Master Yiyou out of the stone chamber, leaving this space to the father and son who had been separated for so long.

Outside the cave entrance, a cool mountain breeze blew.

Jin sat cross-legged on a blue stone at the foot of the Buddha, his eyes slightly closed.

Master Yiyou sat next to him, hugging his knees, his beady eyes fixed on the direction of the cave entrance, and remained silent for a long time, which was unusual for him.

"So many years..."

Suddenly, Yiyou spoke, her tone lacking its usual slickness, and carrying a hint of inexplicable emotion.

"I've been to this dungeon more than a hundred times, and every time I ask him who he is, where he comes from, and why he's willing to stay in this hellish place."

"He wouldn't say a word. He would either curse me for meddling in other people's business or physically drive me away."

He rubbed his chin and sighed.

"Who knew he was hiding such a big secret?"

Jin didn't open his eyes, and said calmly:

"He has his reasons for not speaking."

"That's true." Yiyou nodded, then couldn't help but mutter to herself.

"But then again, Long'er's temper is exactly the same as that weirdo's—both are stubborn to the bone, and no one can persuade them."

"Looking back now, bloodlines are really a strange thing."

Jin didn't reply, but her eyebrows twitched slightly.

Each lost in their own thoughts, the two sat silently, waiting for the father and son in the dungeon to resolve this long-buried karmic entanglement.

Inside the stone chamber, only Long'er and the strange man sat facing each other.

"Child, you've suffered so much..." The strange man gazed at Long'er, his eyes filled with love and guilt.

"I'm not suffering," Long'er shook her head, her expression calm as still water.

"I just want to know, who are you? Why are you alone in this place? And why am I stranded here?"

"It's a long story..."

The strange man sighed deeply, his voice filled with vicissitudes, and slowly unveiled that long-forgotten past.

……

About an hour.

Rumble!

A series of heavy footsteps echoed from the depths of the dungeon.

Master Jin and Master Yiyou both rose up at the same time and hurriedly stepped forward to meet them.

Then, Long'er slowly stepped out of the stone chamber.

Jin immediately noticed something was wrong—Long'er was completely different from before she entered the cave.

What was originally sharp yet slightly immature air has now become unfathomable.

He exuded a chilling aura, like a peerless divine sword just drawn from its sheath, its cold light sharp and captivating.

What surprised Jin even more was that there were two faint sword energies flickering in Long'er's eyes—

One black and one white, complementing each other, are like the two poles of yin and yang, mysterious and unpredictable.

"Long'er, you..."

Master Yiyou stared at Long'er in astonishment, his eyes filled with disbelief.

In just one hour, Long'er's cultivation level has increased dramatically!

This aura...

He has clearly entered the realm of a grandmaster!

You should know that many martial artists spend their entire lives and may not be able to cross the threshold of Grandmaster, while Long'er is just a teenager!

Long'er did not answer.

With a solemn expression, he slowly turned around, facing the dark stone chamber, knelt down, and kowtowed three times.

Each strike was extremely heavy, the forehead hitting the cold stone slab with a dull thud.

"Father... may you rest in peace."

His voice was low and hoarse, revealing an unconcealable grief.

Master Yiyou's body trembled, and the expression on his face froze instantly.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word. In the end, he simply lowered his head slowly, clasped his hands together, and silently recited a mantra for rebirth in the Pure Land.

Over the years, although he didn't have a close relationship with that strange man, he would bring him roast chicken every now and then and ask him for some tips. That irritable and swearing strange man is gone.

I didn't even get to see him one last time.

"Senior, he..." Jin's heart sank, he already had a premonition.

Long'er stood up, her back to the two of them, her voice calm yet firm:

"My father has passed on all his life's skills and the family's unique 'Two Extremes Sword Technique' to me."

He paused for a moment.

"Then... he ran out of energy and passed away."

Silence hung between the three. A mountain breeze swept by, swirling a few withered leaves around the foot of the Buddha.

Long'er slowly turned around, her right hand tightly gripping a longsword she had never seen before—

It was a dual divine sword forged from his original black sword and another black sword left by his father, joined end to end and fused together. Its length was twice that of the original. Two sword energies, one black and one white, intertwined and flowed on the pitch-black blade, exuding a captivating sharpness.

"From this day forward, the two poles unite, and I will wield this sword!"

The moment the words fell, a chilling sword intent surged into the sky from Long'er's body!

Stirring up the winds and clouds, soaring straight to the heavens!

The pebbles at the foot of the Buddha were shaken up by the sword intent, Yiyou's monk robes fluttered in the wind, and even Jin had to squint his eyes slightly to use his inner strength to resist the sharp edge that was rushing towards him.

At this moment, the once ignorant boy has finally broken free of his cocoon and transformed into a peerless swordsman who can stand proudly in the martial world!

Jin watched this scene quietly from the side, a complex feeling rising in his heart.

The bestowal of a lifetime's worth of cultivation—such a blessing is something others could not attain even after several lifetimes of cultivation.

He reflected on his past. No one had given him any guidance or shortcuts; he had relied entirely on his own hard work and dedication from childhood to adulthood.

"Having a powerful backer really makes all the difference."

Jin chuckled to himself inwardly.

But the thought only lingered in his mind for a moment before he extinguished it.

He glanced at Long'er's bloodshot eyes, and then at the black sword that bore the weight of a father's life's work.

The price of this blessing was that the father they had just found was forever left in that cold stone chamber behind them.

Jin withdrew his gaze and said calmly:

"Let's go. There's still a long road ahead."

Long'er carried the Two Extremes Divine Sword on her back and took one last deep look at the dark cave entrance.

Then he turned around and strode forward.

There was no turning back.

Master Yiyou wiped his eyes and quickly followed, muttering something under his breath, as if cursing the strange man who would never talk back again.

Three figures gradually disappeared into the shadow of the Buddha, the mountain wind whistling and dispersing the last wisp of smoke at the dungeon entrance.