I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The head seaman suppressed his fear, took a deep breath, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and forced a smile:

"I am the leader of the twelve sea generals under the Iron God of Ironheart Island."

"May I ask your honorable name, senior?"

"We were ordered to set sail and passed through this place. We don't know where we offended you, senior, that you would so cruelly kill and destroy our divine beast?"

His words were polite, but his voice betrayed an barely suppressed anger.

The meaning is clear: We are from Ironheart Island, you should think twice.

Bu Jingyun's eyes were as cold as knives.

They let wild beasts run rampant and treated human life as worthless.

Instead of using their superior skills, they started to tarnish the sect's reputation.

"roll."

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

Bu Tian pouted behind his father's back.

This group of people drove their giant beasts recklessly, nearly capsizing the fishing boats, and now they're asking, "Where did we offend them?"

Isn't it embarrassing?

Chu Chu also frowned slightly.

It wasn't out of fear, but because I felt these people were utterly shameless.

He simply tugged at Bu Tian's shoulders and pulled his son close to his side.

The generals' faces stiffened, filled with shame and indignation, yet they dared not retaliate.

The leader's face turned purple, and he was caught in a dilemma.

The Sea King is dead. In this vast ocean, having lost his steed, must he swim back to Ironheart Island?

"Senior, this..."

I won't say it a second time.

Bu Jingyun's gaze was icy, and a murderous aura emanated from him.

Zhong Hai's heart trembled violently.

Just then, a seaman's eyes darted around, and he spotted a nearby fishing boat. He had a change of heart—he'd steal the boat and run away first!

He immediately leaped into the air, heading towards the fishing boat.

A cold glint flashed in Bu Jingyun's eyes, and he struck out with a backhand palm.

"Bang!"

The sea general's figure was still in mid-air when his palm strike arrived.

His entire body exploded in mid-air under the force of the palm strike, turning into a cloud of blood mist, with bits of flesh raining down, attracting ferocious sharks in the sea to devour him.

Bu Tian watched without even blinking.

Chu Chu instinctively reached out and covered his eyes.

"Mother, I've finished reading it all..."

Bu Tian reluctantly helped Chu Chu's hand away.

Chu Chu glared at him without saying a word, but her eyes said, "Kids shouldn't watch this kind of stuff."

"Beep—"

The remaining ten people gasped, their legs felt like they were filled with lead and mercury, and they stood rooted to the spot, not daring to move an inch.

There was no way to go to heaven, and no way to go to hell.

Jumping into the sea will lead to death, and seizing a ship will also result in destruction.

This group of people who usually acted arrogantly and domineeringly were now trapped in a desperate situation, trembling like lambs to the slaughter under Bu Jingyun's terrifying pressure.

Just as the situation reached a stalemate—

"Waaah—"

A desolate and distant horn sound came from the horizon, piercing through layers of waves and echoing throughout the land.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a towering ship cutting through the waves in the distance, amidst billowing sea mist.

The entire ship was reinforced with fine iron, and it gleamed with a cold, menacing light in the sunlight, resembling a giant steel beast lying on the sea.

At the top of the stalk, a large black iron banner flutters in the wind, with a powerful and ancient character for "iron" on its surface, exuding a calm and unwavering aura.

"It's the young master's ship!"

"We're saved! We're saved!"

Overjoyed at their narrow escape, the sea warriors, disregarding their disheveled state, used their agility to rush towards the giant ship.

Bu Jingyun stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the boat, observing coldly without offering any obstruction.

This group of people isn't worth his effort.

On the deck of the giant ship, Huai Kong, Huai Mie, and Bai Ling stood side by side.

Ten admirals, soaking wet and disheveled, leaped onto the deck. Several of them were injured and looked terrified.

Bai Ling's lips twitched when she saw this:

"What happened?"

Huai Mie crossed his arms, looked at the group of drenched chickens, and a disdainful sneer curled at the corner of his mouth:

"The Twelve Sea Admirals, what happened to them? They look like stray dogs!"

"Where is your Sea King?"

The sailors looked at each other, none of them daring to speak.

Huai Kong frowned slightly and stepped forward:

"What exactly happened?"

The head naval officer knelt down with a thud, pointing at the tiny fishing boat in the distance, tears streaming down his face:

"Reporting to the young master! We have been ordered by the island lord to ride the Sea Emperor to bring you back to the island."

"Who knew we'd run into a madman on the road!"

"That man was utterly unreasonable; without saying a word, he smashed the Sea Emperor to pieces with a single palm strike!"

"They even killed two of our brothers on the spot! We beg you, young master, to do us justice!"

"What? The Sea Emperor is dead?" Huai Mie's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his right fist clenched tightly.

"How dare they! I'll go and teach this fool a lesson!"

Bai Ling grabbed his arm:

"Senior Brother, why are you in such a hurry? Let's get to the bottom of this first."

Huai Mie glared at her, but ultimately didn't shake off her hand.

Huai Kong ignored Huai Mie's anger and instead scanned the surrounding sea.

The massive remains of the Sea Emperor floated in the blood-soaked water, and several fishing boats nearby were also damaged, leaving the fishermen in shock.

He already understood some of it.

Huai Kong turned to look at Hai Jiang and said in a deep voice:

"The Sea King is enormous and has a violent temper."

"You drove it recklessly, disturbing the fishing boats, which is why they took action."

"Look at those fishing boats, how many have you damaged?"

The sailors froze, stammering and unable to speak.

"Hmph! What a disgrace!"

Huai Kong snorted coldly, ignoring the group, walked to the ship's side, gathered his energy, and called out loudly into the distance,

"I am Tie Men Huai Kong!"

"I apologize for the inadequate discipline that disturbed our fellow villagers!"

"If there are any losses, the iron gate will be compensated double!"

After speaking, he bowed deeply, his attitude sincere.

Huai Mie stood behind, crossed his arms, and rolled his eyes.

Bai Ling helped him:

"Don't roll your eyes, Second Brother did the right thing."

"We can't let these guys completely disgrace the Iron Gate."

"I know," Huai Mie grunted, "I'm just annoyed."

Bai Ling patted the back of his hand.

She knew that Huai Mie had calmed down a lot after returning from Tianwaitian, but the fiery temper in his bones was still there.

I've just learned to endure.

On the fishing boat.

Bu Jingyun stood with his hands behind his back, his originally indifferent gaze showing no fluctuation when he heard the words "Huai Kong".

But when his gaze swept over the iron box on Huai Kong's back and the crimson sword box he held in his hands—

His eyelids suddenly contracted.

The contents of the iron box exuded a fierce aura, clearly sealing away a vicious weapon.

And that crimson sword case—

Bu Jingyun's eyes were half-closed as he stared intently at the sword box.

Even through the thick wooden box, even across the sea dozens of feet away, he could still sense that aura.

It was scorching, frenzied, and carried an overbearing will that would devour everything.

It is the Fire Kirin Sword.

But it's not just the Fire Kirin Sword.

Beneath that intense heat, there was another scent he knew all too well—

Cold, sharp, and silent, like a sword buried beneath a snow-capped mountain.

The sword spirit of a peerless sword.

The sword that should have belonged to him.

Bu Jingyun's fingers twitched slightly.

It was an instinctive reaction—

When a swordsman senses his own sword, his fingers will move involuntarily.

But after Duan Lang took away the sword spirit of the peerless sword, he never held the sword again.

The Fire Kirin Sword... the sword spirit of an unparalleled sword...

Duan Lang cherishes his sword like his own life, so why would he lend the Fire Kirin Sword to an outsider?

Bu Jingyun's brows slowly furrowed.

Although he and Duan Lang had not seen each other for many years and their paths were different, they had a fate that had lasted for half their lives.

Duan Lang's martial arts skills are now far superior to what they were back then, and there are almost no people in the world who can take the sword from him.

Why is the Fire Kirin Sword here?

What happened to Duan Lang?

"Yun, what's wrong?"

Chu Chu noticed her husband's unusual behavior and asked softly.

Bu Jingyun withdrew his gaze and remained silent for a moment.

"Chuchu, take Tian'er back to the fishing village first."

Chu Chu's heart tightened.

She knew Bu Jingyun too well—this man had lived in seclusion for many years and never cared about matters of the martial arts world.

But once he says "You go back first," it means he's going to do something he can't take them with him.

She wanted to ask, but she didn't.

After being married to Bu Jingyun for so many years, the most important thing she has learned is not to ask questions when she shouldn't.

"Okay." Chu Chu nodded gently, reaching out to smooth Bu Jingyun's curly hair, which had been ruffled by the sea breeze. Her voice was very soft.

Come back soon.

Bu Jingyun looked at her, a faint hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes.

He didn't say "okay," but Chu Chu knew he had taken it to heart.

"Dad, are you going to fight? Take me with you! I'm really strong!"

Bu Tian waved his little fists, looking eager to try.

Bu Jingyun reached out and touched his son's head, a rare, faint smile appearing on his face.

"Take good care of your mother."

Bu Tian's face fell: "It's always like this..."

Before he could finish speaking...

"call--"

A sea breeze swept by.

Chu Chu and Bu Tian only felt a blur before their eyes, and Bu Jingyun, who was standing at the bow of the boat, had vanished into thin air.

Only a wisp of cloud remained, swirling and drifting in the sea breeze, disappearing in an instant.

Bu Tian looked at the spot where his father had disappeared, and pursed his lips:

"Dad always does this when he leaves, he doesn't even say goodbye."

Chu Chu smiled and took her son's hand:

"That's the kind of person your father is."

"Let's go home."

"Mother, will Father be alright?" Bu Tian looked up at Chu Chu.

Chu Chu patted his head: "When was your father ever in trouble?"

Bu Tian thought for a moment and then smiled.

In the dark compartments of the massive iron-clad warship, a black figure flashed through the shadows and silently disappeared into the deepest corner, unnoticed by anyone on board.

Ironheart Island, isolated overseas, is shrouded in black smoke year-round.

The giant ship docked, and Huai Kong and his group set foot on their homeland.

The sea breeze carries the unique rusty smell of the docks, mixed with salt and dampness, pungent yet familiar.

Huai Mie took a deep breath, and something inside his body relaxed.

Go home.

Bai Ling sensed it too, and nervously hooked her little finger around Huai Mie's.

Huai Mie glanced at her sideways, said nothing, but hooked his little finger back.

Just as they reached the fork in the road, Huai Mie stopped and patted Huai Kong on the shoulder.

"Second brother, you deserve the greatest credit for borrowing the sword this time."

"Bai Ling and I will go back to rest first. You go and report back to your master."

Huai Kong was about to decline, saying, "Brother, this—"

Huai Mie waved his hand, interrupting:

Stop dawdling.

"Your master values ​​you the most. He will be even happier if you present the sword. Go ahead."

After saying that, he took Bai Ling's hand and turned to leave.

Bai Ling was pulled a few steps by him, then turned back and waved to Huai Kong, silently mouthing "Good luck."

Huai Kong stood there, watching his elder brother and junior sister's backs, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Huai Mie's right arm was around Bai Ling's waist, and Bai Ling's head rested on his shoulder. Their shadows were stretched long in the setting sun.

Huai Kong took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, carried the Heavenly Sin Iron Box on his back, held the Fire Scale Sword Box in his hands, and strode towards the forging hall in the center of the island.

Inside the hall, the fire roared and the heat was oppressive.

A burly old man stood with his back to the gate, his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the huge furnace in front of him.

His figure was slightly hunched, like an old man who had been tormented by illness for many years, exuding an aura of "declining years".

Of course, it was an act.

"Disciple Huaikong greets Master!" Huaikong knelt on one knee and bowed respectfully.

"Iron God" suddenly turned around.

A fleeting glint of greed flashed in his eyes—a genuine greed that vanished in an instant, immediately replaced by excitement and satisfaction.

Tears welled in his cloudy old eyes, and his lips trembled slightly.

"Kong'er! You're back!"

"Let me see, you've lost weight...you've lost so much weight..."

He walked forward shakily, reached out his withered hand and touched Huai Kong's face, his movements so slow as if he were afraid of breaking something, his eyes filled with the tenderness of a loving father.

Huai Kong felt a lump in her throat and almost burst into tears.

Master's hands have become thinner... Has his illness worsened?

"Master, I have not failed in my mission!" Huai Kong suppressed his emotions, took off the iron box from his back, and then raised the Fire Scale Sword Box high above his head with both hands.

"The sword spirit of the peerless sword has merged into this Fire Scale Sword; it can now absorb all things and save Master's life!"

"Iron God's" gaze fell on the crimson sword case, a flash of fanaticism passing through the depths of his eyes as fast as a spark.

But his expression remained that of an old master moved by his apprentice.

He reached out his trembling hand and "carefully" took the sword case, his voice choked with emotion:

"Good child...good child...I knew you wouldn't let me down..."

Huai Kong knelt on the ground, watching his master's trembling hands holding the sword box, his eyes filled with heartache.

What he didn't know was that "Iron God's" trembling hands were not from emotion—but from excitement.