I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Ten thousand miles away, atop the Tianshan Mountains, in the outer heavens, lies the Supreme Elder's Pavilion.

A young man in white was sitting cross-legged, resting with his eyes closed.

The surrounding clouds surged and the sunlight shifted, yet the entire pavilion was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Just as the Heavenly Gate opened, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The moment his eyes opened, mysterious patterns of light seemed to flow deep within his pupils. The next moment, his eyes transformed into the mysterious and unpredictable Heavenly Eye.

The vast mountains and rivers were but a short distance to him;

Even the extreme north wind and snow seemed to vanish in the blink of an eye.

Across countless mountains, he saw the Heavenly Gate, which had already opened, and the Divine Mother behind it.

A moment later, the young man's lips curled slightly, revealing a smile that was hard to decipher.

"Oh?"

"After playing the mysterious card for so long, are you finally willing to reveal your true colors?"

Tianmen Juefeng (Heavenly Gate Peak)

Faced with the goddess's question, Huai Kong composed himself, clasped his hands together, and spoke in a firm and powerful voice.

"This junior dares to kowtow to Heaven, begging only that Heaven grant me the assistance of mastering my sect's ultimate technique, the Iron Hand!"

"Iron-forging hands?"

A faint, cold laugh emanated from behind the mask of the goddess, as if mocking Huai Kong's overestimation of his abilities.

"Ignorant brat, do you know that this skill is one of the ten most difficult martial arts techniques in the world?"

"Cultivators not only need amazing talent and physique, but also an iron will."

"Fire generates energy, energy generates strength, strength and power complement each other, boiling iron and melting gold..."

"But if you can't forge a truly iron heart, in the end, it won't be the iron that burns, but yourself."

Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a needle piercing the bone.

"A single misstep could lead to utter ruin and irreversible destruction."

"Why do you insist on practicing such a dangerous and unique skill?"

Upon hearing this, Huai Kong's eyes suddenly surged with hatred, and his knuckles turned white from the force he exerted.

"Because only the Iron-Refining Hand can subdue Iron Madman!"

He uttered the words almost slowly and deliberately, his voice filled with an indescribable burning passion.

"My entire sect was destroyed by Tie Kuangtu, and my master died with regret because of this."

"This hatred, this grudge, will never be forgotten as long as Huai Kong lives!"

"To carry on my master's dying wish and to slay the Iron-Clad Butcher, even if it means facing nine deaths and one life, even if it means ten deaths and no chance of survival, Huai Kong will never retreat a single step!"

The goddess watched quietly as the wind and snow lashed against her robes, yet not a single detail of them was disturbed.

"I see."

Her tone remained indifferent, as if the blood feuds and obsessions of ordinary people were utterly insignificant in her eyes.

"In the end, it's all about personal grudges."

She paused, as if remembering something, and said softly:

"More than ten years ago, a man also knelt before the Heavenly Gate, begging to cultivate this method."

"This person possesses exceptional talent, and his physical constitution far surpasses that of ordinary people, it's just a pity..."

Her voice suddenly lowered, carrying a hint of mockery.

"His heart is not enough."

"Even if one manages to master it, it will ultimately be merely a superficial imitation, and one will find it difficult to reach the ultimate level."

Upon hearing this, Huai Kong's body trembled violently.

"It is indeed my master!"

He raised his head, his eyes filled with grief and indignation, his chest heaving violently.

"I have come here not only for myself, but also to carry on his unfinished aspirations!"

"What he couldn't do, I will do;"

"I will avenge the grudge he failed to settle himself!"

"The Heavenly Gate knows everything and is omnipotent." The Divine Mother stood with her hands behind her back, her voice still completely calm.

"For mortals to seek divine favor, besides opportunity, they also need to be qualified."

"May I ask, Mother Goddess, what qualifications do you possess?"

Huai Kong immediately pressed for answers, unable to resist taking a step forward.

The moment she took that step, the goddess's eyes turned cold.

"Qualification is..."

Before she could finish the last word, she had vanished from the spot!

It wasn't a leap or a bound, but rather as if it had directly merged into the wind and snow.

In the next instant, a blur of motion traversed several meters and appeared right in front of Huai Kong!

Huai Kong's pupils shrank suddenly as he felt an overwhelming chill rushing towards him. The surrounding wind and snow seemed to be pulled by the force of the palm strike, frantically converging towards it.

The goddess spread her five fingers slightly and pressed down with her palm. Before the palm even arrived, the wind from her palm had already made Huai Kong's face sting painfully, and his breath caught in his throat.

"Take two of my moves!"

boom!

Several days later.

In a corner of the icy plain, a solitary house stands quietly amidst the wind and snow.

Outside, the cold wind swept across the ground, and the snow covered the plains, creating a vast expanse of white.

The wooden hut looked simple, but the gaps in the doors and windows were all sealed tightly with animal hides and thick cloth, clearly indicating that the owner had been making a living in this extremely cold place for many years and had long been accustomed to living alongside the wind and snow.

Inside, however, the scene was quite different.

The fire in the stove was burning brightly, the flames licking at the copper kettle, occasionally making a soft popping sound. Warmth spread through the small house, keeping out the cold outside.

The air was filled with a rich medicinal aroma, mixed with the slightly astringent smell of burning firewood. Far from being unpleasant, it actually made people feel relaxed.

In the hall stood a wooden tub about half a person's height, filled with a dark brown medicinal soup, steaming like mist.

Huai Kong was soaking naked in a medicinal bath. His shoulders, back and chest were covered with crisscrossing wounds, some old wounds and some new ones from the battle of Tianmen.

Especially on his chest and arms, there were faint bruises and dark marks left by the force of the palm strike. At first glance, they looked like a layer of frost that had not yet dissipated between his flesh and blood, which was shocking to see.

Although his eyes were closed, he had already regained most of his senses.

A few days ago, before the Heavenly Gate, he ultimately failed to withstand the two moves of the Divine Mother.

The opponent's powerful palm strikes and unpredictable movements far exceeded his expectations.

If it weren't for his superior physique and his unwavering will to persevere, he would probably have died long ago in the snowstorm on the precipice.

Fortunately, someone pulled him back from the brink of death.

At this moment, a girl dressed in plain cotton clothes was standing next to the wooden tub, holding a wooden ladle in her hands, gently scooping up the medicinal soup and pouring it onto Huaikong's shoulders and back, spoonful by spoonful.

The girl had delicate features, bright eyes and white teeth, and her skin appeared even whiter in the firelight.

Her expression seemed calm, but whenever her gaze fell on Huai Kong's naked upper body, her eyelashes would tremble slightly, and a blush would quietly spread across her originally fair cheeks, like a red plum blossom silently blooming in the snow, stunningly beautiful.

She tried to keep her movements as steady as possible, but if her fingertips occasionally touched Huai Kong's skin, she would quickly withdraw them as if burned by fire.

Although Huai Kong's eyes were closed, he was not completely unconscious.

The medicine was scalding hot, but the girl's fingertips were even hotter.

A light touch landed on his shoulder, arm, and back. It was just an ordinary act of care, but it made this usually calm and tough Iron Gate disciple feel extremely uncomfortable.

So he could only keep his eyes tightly shut, not daring to move even his eyelashes, and deliberately keep his breathing steady, as if as long as he pretended to be calm enough, the subtle awkwardness in the room would not exist.

"Squeak—"

Suddenly, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a gust of cold wind carrying snowflakes rushed in.

A middle-aged man returned home through the snow, his shoulders covered in snow and his boots still clinging to the ice.

He casually shook off the snow from his body, hung the hunting bow on the wall, and put down a bamboo basket containing pheasants and herbs before glancing around the house.

With just one glance, he clearly saw the situation before him.

The girl blushed and hurriedly applied the medicine to the person.

Although the young man in the wooden tub kept his eyes closed and motionless, his ears were faintly red, clearly no more composed than she was.

The middle-aged man's lips curled up, and a mischievous smile immediately appeared in his eyes.

"Tsk."

"It's freezing outside, but as soon as I stepped inside, it felt warmer than a fireplace!"

As he spoke, he deliberately glanced at Luo Xian's face and smacked his lips.

"Xian'er, your face is quite red. If it stays so red, you might save the cost of a pot of hot wine."

"father!"

Luo Xian's ears turned bright red from his words, and her hand trembled so much that she almost spilled the entire ladle of medicine.

She quickly steadied the wooden ladle, turned around and scolded:

"What nonsense are you spouting! I was treating Brother Huai's injuries; the medicine was hot, and the steam caused it!"

"Smoked?"

The middle-aged man chuckled, slowly took two steps closer, first looked at his daughter, then at Huai Kong in the wooden tub, his expression becoming increasingly amused.

"If this medicinal soup really has such power, why don't I see my face turn bright red when I try to fumigate it?"

As he spoke, he deliberately looked Huai Kong up and down a few more times.

"This kid is quite handsome, with regular features and a strong frame. He seems like a responsible person."

"Although I'm half-dead and soaking in the tub now, looking rather pathetic, I'm still presentable."

He got more and more excited as he spoke, stroking his beard and smiling as he said:

"Xian'er, you wouldn't actually have fallen for him, would you?"

"How about your father tries his best to find you a son-in-law who will live with you in your family?"

"Father! If you keep talking nonsense, I really won't talk to you anymore!"

Luo Xian was so embarrassed she almost stomped her feet. Her eyes were filled with anger and anxiety, but to others, her embarrassed and annoyed appearance only made her look like she had been exposed.

Seeing that she was really getting angry, the middle-aged man smiled and waved his hand.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore, I won't say anymore."

He spoke without saying a word, but he had already walked to the wooden barrel and reached out to place his hand on Huai Kong's wrist to check his pulse.

Upon hearing this, a strange glint flashed in his eyes.

That's strange.

He suppressed his smile, pressed down slightly with his fingertips, and tried again from a different angle, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"This kid's injuries are more serious than I originally thought."

"His internal energy was disordered, his meridians were severely eroded by the cold energy, and his internal organs felt as if they had been violently shaken by a heavy hammer. If it were an ordinary person, they would have been meeting the King of Hell long ago."

He paused, looked up at Huai Kong, and his eyes held a scrutinizing gaze.

"But he just couldn't die. Not only did he not die, but there was still a force in his body that kept him hanging on by a thread, as if there was a fierce determination in his bones that refused to admit defeat."

"People like this are either born tough, or..."

The middle-aged man smiled meaningfully.

"It's like having something on your mind that you just can't let go of, something that even the King of Hell might not be able to take away."

Luo Xian, who was initially extremely embarrassed, immediately showed worry in her eyes upon hearing these words, and couldn't help but whisper:

"Father, is Brother Huai's injury... really not serious?"

The middle-aged man glanced at her and deliberately dragged out his words.

"People won't die anytime soon."

"As for whether he can recover quickly, it depends on how well certain people take care of him."