I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"kill--!!!"

Kuang Sen suddenly raised his head and let out a roar that was not human. The entire stone cave was shaken by the roar, and gravel and dust fell down.

He suddenly stood up from the dark blue boulder, his feet sinking as the boulder, which he had sat on for many years, cracked into several pieces with a "crack".

The roar stirred up the air in the cave, causing the lanterns hanging on the stone wall to sway wildly and flicker.

The disciples were so frightened that their faces turned pale. They knelt on the spot, not daring to move or even breathe.

The thick bones burst out with a series of crackling sounds beneath his skin and flesh, and the bulging muscles tightened even more, making one's heart feel heavy.

The remaining members of the Iron Frenzy Slaughter were both surprised and delighted, their eyes turning red.

It became.

They made the right bet.

With Tie Kuangtu dead, no one on Tiexin Island could control this madman anymore.

Kuang Sen lowered his head, his blood-red eyes slowly sweeping across the faces of the group, sending chills down their spines.

"Where is Huai Kong... Huai Mie...?"

The leading disciple suppressed his fear, quickly pointed outside, and said through gritted teeth:

"They've already left the island! But as long as you get out there, you'll find them sooner or later. This blood debt cannot be left unpaid!"

Kuang Sen didn't say anything more, and turned to walk out of the cave.

The heavy footsteps pounded on the ground, and the cave seemed to tremble slightly inside and out.

He exuded a murderous aura; anyone who dared to stand in his way would die.

At the foot of the Tianshan Mountains lies Tianyin City.

Just past noon, the most bustling restaurant in the city, Zuixianlou, was still packed with people.

Merchants, travelers, and swordsmen all crowded together, drinking and boasting, creating a noisy scene upstairs and downstairs.

There was only one table in the corner, so quiet it was almost conspicuous.

A young man dressed in black sat alone, with a sword box wrapped tightly in black cloth leaning against his back.

No one could see what was inside, but the sharp aura faintly emanating from under the black cloth was enough to make the people at the nearby tables keep their distance.

His name is Jin.

Since parting ways with Long'er at the Motuo Lanruo Temple, he has been heading northwest.

It wasn't that he absolutely had to come, but rather that there was an inexplicable pull along the way, subtly drawing him towards the Tianshan Mountains.

The closer he got, the clearer the pull became, as if there really was someone waiting for him at the end of the snowstorm.

Jin picked up his wine bowl and took a sip, but his gaze fell on the rolling snow-capped peaks outside the window.

At this moment, this pull weighed heavily on my heart.

"Waiter, refill my wine."

He tapped the table with his finger and flicked a piece of silver as a reward for his questioning.

The waiter's eyes lit up, and he came over with a wine jar, grinning from ear to ear.

"Sir, what are your orders?"

Jin pushed the wine bowl forward, his tone indifferent.

"Let me ask you something. Is there anything unusual about the Tianshan Mountains?"

The waiter was taken aback at first, then looked around as if afraid that others would hear him, before lowering his voice and moving closer.

"If we're talking about something unusual, we can't leave out the 'Heaven Beyond Heaven' in the Tianshan Mountains."

Jin raised his eyes slightly.

"The Outer Heavens?"

"Yes, it's the place everyone's been talking about lately."

The waiter got more and more excited as he spoke, lowering his voice but looking extremely thrilled.

"Everyone knows that the World Society is gone, and the Tianshan Mountains have changed hands. Now that place is called Tianwaitian."

"The strange thing is that everyone knows that the Heavenly Realm is in the Tianshan Mountains, and many people want to go up there, but no one has actually reached the summit and seen it."

"Some people say they have seen golden light shooting into the sky from the mountaintop, while others say they have seen purple clouds pressing down on the sea of ​​clouds and surging in the middle of the night. From a distance, it looks like a fairy palace on a snow-capped mountain."

"But when someone actually dared to go up there, strange things started to happen."

Jin put down his wine bowl, his voice slightly low.

"What's wrong?"

The waiter swallowed hard.

"Those people clearly went in along the mountain path, but in the end they would somehow wander out from halfway up the mountain. None of them were injured or lost their weapons, but it was as if a piece of their brains had been ripped out."

"If you ask them what they saw inside, none of them can answer."

"Some said that fog rolled in as soon as they entered the mountains, some said they heard the sound of water, and then... they forgot everything."

"It's like that memory was forcibly erased by something."

The building was noisy, with the smells of alcohol, food, and voices all mixed together.

Jin gripped the wine bowl, his knuckles slowly tightening.

If it were just a rumor, he might not believe it.

But just as he heard the words "Beyond the Heavens," the pull within him suddenly sank, as if something long dormant had been abruptly awakened, pointing straight towards the depths of the Tianshan Mountains.

The waiter was still rambling on.

"So, sir, if you really want to go up the mountain, just look at it from afar and don't actually venture in."

"That place looks beautiful, but who knows who lives there..."

He didn't finish the second half of his sentence.

Because Jin had already gotten up.

Thank you.

He downed the remaining wine in his bowl in one gulp, grabbed his sword case, left the money on the table, and turned to leave.

The waiter paused for a moment, then called out to his retreating figure:

"Sir, the snowstorm outside is fierce. Are you sure you want to go up the mountain now?"

Jin didn't turn around, but only raised his hand, and his figure quickly disappeared into the wind and snow outside the door.

The wind in the Tianshan Mountains is much stronger than in the city.

The ice and snow swirled horizontally along the mountainside, and felt like knives cutting into people's faces.

Ordinary people, let alone climbing the mountain, can get their hands and feet numb from the cold just standing at the foot of the mountain for a while.

Jin, however, did not stop walking.

The pull was like an invisible hand, dragging him forward.

He trudged through the snow, crossed the rocks, turned past a pine forest that was being blown about by the cold wind, and finally stopped in front of a set of bluestone steps that were almost blending into the mountain.

The stone steps were old, half of them buried in the snow.

If it weren't for the guide pointing directly here, no one would have imagined that such a remote place would actually hide a path leading up the mountain.

Jin looked up, then stepped forward.

step.

Two steps.

He hadn't walked far when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The swirling snow that had been hitting us had disappeared without us noticing.

It was as if there was an invisible boundary, forcefully separating the icy and snowy world outside from behind.

Further on, the air was filled with a moist and refreshing scent of grass and trees.

Jin's eyes sharpened instantly, his steps faltered slightly, and his whole body tensed up.

It's not that he hasn't seen experts before.

This was the first time he had ever encountered a method that could so easily dispel even the weather and atmosphere of the world.

At the end of the stone steps, the clouds and mist slowly dissipated.

The scene before me was like a completely different world from the desolate snow-capped mountains outside.

Ancient trees are lush and green, flowers and trees are abundant, and even the mountain spring flowing by your feet carries a warm, moist mist.

In the distance, clouds and mist swirl around a giant waterfall that crashes down from the mountainside with a deafening roar, its white waves splashing like a snow-white ribbon hanging between heaven and earth.

Jin followed the sound of the water and walked along, her steps unconsciously slowing down.

The further you go in, the stronger the sense of familiarity becomes.

Finally, he stopped beside the waterfall.

A blue stone lies across the water's edge, and a young man in white sits on it.

The other person had his back to him, dressed in snow-white robes, with straight shoulders, holding a green bamboo fishing rod, fishing directly at the rushing waterfall.

Jin's gaze fell on the bamboo pole, and his pupils contracted slightly.

There was no fishing line on the rod.

There were no fishhooks either.

This kind of place, this kind of water, this kind of fishing method—

It doesn't look like they're fishing at all; it looks more like they're waiting for someone.

Jin stood still, without speaking immediately.

His heart was beating faster than usual for some reason, as if some answer was already on the tip of his tongue, just waiting for the final confirmation.

Just then, the young man in white seemed to sense his presence, tilted his head slightly, and turned to look at him.

Just one glance.

Jin was struck dumb.

He would never mistake this face for his own.

Back then, he was as weak as a wild dog that couldn't even save its own life. It was this person who descended from the sky and pulled him out of the brink of despair.

It was this same person who casually taught him a leg technique, enabling him to rise from the mud and gradually reach where he is today.

He has remembered it all these years.

I've never dared to forget.

The young man in white looked at him with a faint smile on his lips, but his eyes were as deep as the sea, as deep as the mountains, and as deep as the entire world.

Jin's throat tightened suddenly, and his chest felt as if it had been hit hard by something.

The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, he knelt down heavily.

"Bang!"

His knees slammed into the ground, making a muffled thud even on the bluestone.

Jin lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, yet each word was clear.

"My disciple Jin—"

"Greetings, my esteemed teacher!"

Get up.

Jiang Chen raised his hand, and Jin felt as if a gentle force was supporting his knees, causing him to stand up involuntarily.

He raised his hand and beckoned, and the two jars of wine that were placed by the bluestone immediately flew over.

With a casual toss, one of the jars landed steadily in Jin's arms.

"Please sit down."

Jin reached out and caught it, and was stunned by its weight.

Jiang Chen opened a jar himself, tilted his head back and took a sip before speaking calmly:

"We've gone to great lengths to get to the point, let's not rush into business."

"Have a drink with me, and then tell me about your experiences over the years."

Jin held the wine jar, and suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

He originally thought that someone like his master, who saved him and taught him leg techniques back then, might have just done it casually.

But it wasn't until this moment that he realized Jiang Chen truly remembered him and was genuinely willing to listen to his stories over the years.

He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and sat down opposite Jiang Chen.

As soon as the wine jar was opened, the strong aroma of wine was immediately carried away by the water vapor from the waterfall.

Jin took a swig, and his throat burned, but he gradually calmed down.

He started by talking about how he parted ways with Jiang Chen back then.

He recounted how he survived in the martial arts world by relying on the leg techniques his master had taught him, how he endured hunger, injuries, and how he repeatedly crawled back from the brink of death.

It is also said that later she met Long'er, and the two traveled together, venturing to many places and meeting many people.

Some people talk a good game about loyalty, but they can stab you in the back the moment they turn their backs.

Some people, even when they are struggling to survive, will still share half a piece of bread or half a mouthful of water with others.

Once, he was passing through a small town when he saw several thugs dragging a singing girl into a dark alley.

He was initially too lazy to interfere, but the singing girl was earning too much money and her crying was so jarring that he eventually took action.

The three thugs didn't even see how he moved before one rolled into a corner, another knelt on the ground clutching his wrist, and the last one was kicked so hard he slid far away along the ground.

After rescuing the girl, he took her to his relatives' home outside the city.

He spoke slowly, and in many places he only mentioned things briefly in a few sentences.

Jiang Chen listened attentively without interrupting.

Only after hearing this did he look up at Jin, a faint smile appearing in his eyes.

"This is quite interesting."