I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Jin smiled slightly, then continued...

When the topic turned to Long'er, Jiang Chen finally spoke again.

"Where is Long'er?"

Jin took a sip of his drink before answering:

"A few days ago, Long'er and I parted ways at the Motuo Lanruo Temple."

Jiang Chen looked at him and suddenly asked another question.

"The Sword Saint is dead, do you still hate him?"

Jin's grip on the wine jar tightened slightly.

He was silent for a moment before speaking in a low voice:

"hatred."

"Of course I hate it."

Even though he's dead, I still hate him.

Upon hearing this, a smile suddenly appeared in Jiang Chen's eyes.

Long'er was originally the reincarnation of a sword saint.

If he continues down this path, becoming the third-generation Sword Saint is almost a certainty.

A person who always held a grudge against the Sword Saint ended up teaming up with the future third-generation Sword Saint.

Thinking about this, even he found it somewhat interesting.

"After we separated, I felt like I was being pulled by something, heading northwest, and eventually I reached the Tianshan Mountains."

Jiang Chen hummed in agreement.

"It seems that the trace of my connection to you from back then is still there."

"It's alright, I didn't get lost."

Jin was taken aback, then lowered his head and smiled.

With that smile, the tension in my shoulders finally eased considerably.

The two sat by the waterfall, and the jar of wine was quickly emptied.

This valley is naturally shaded, and the sky darkens quickly in the mountains; as soon as the sun begins to set in the west, it slowly gets dark all around.

Only then did Jiang Chen look at Jin again, his voice low but steady.

"All these years of training haven't been in vain."

"His leg techniques have been honed, and his killing intent has been honed as well."

"But your foundation is still a bit weak, and you have quite a few old injuries on your body."

"When you really encounter the most skilled person, you're still a bit short of the mark."

Jin Xin's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately clasped his hands and bowed his head.

"Please give me some guidance, Master."

Jiang Chen nodded.

"Today I will teach you an internal skill called the 'Sage's Secret'."

"In this skill, you must first train your Qi to flow smoothly, and then solidify your foundation. Once your Qi flows smoothly and your body is stable, you can go far on the road ahead."

"Memorize the formula first."

Jin's breath hitched slightly, and he immediately cleared his mind of all distractions, focusing intently on listening.

Listen carefully.

Jiang Chen began by reciting a mantra:

"When the heart is submerged in the sea, the spirit guards the spiritual platform; when the vital energy returns to its origin, all the meridians open naturally."

"Yin and Yang complement each other, flowing endlessly; after nine cycles of success, the sage's heart will naturally become clear."

"Do not let your Qi scatter recklessly, nor let your spirit wander; hold fast to the One and act accordingly, embrace the Origin and cease."

Jin was extremely quick to learn; after listening to the formula once, he had already memorized it perfectly.

Jiang Chen glanced at him.

"sit down."

Jin Yiyan sat cross-legged on the blue stone by the waterfall.

"Keep your mind focused. No matter how much it hurts, don't panic."

"Yes."

Jiang Chen stepped behind him, placing one palm on his back and the other against his vital point.

The next instant, Jiang Chen's divine essence shifted slightly, first transforming into a stream of pure true energy that gold could withstand, before slowly flowing into his body.

It's not about recklessly forcing things in.

Jiang Chen first used this true energy to protect his heart meridian, and then pushed forward along the meridians little by little to clear the blockages accumulated in his body.

Sweat poured down his forehead almost instantly.

This true energy originated from divine essence, and it was astonishingly thick and pure.

Even though Jiang Chen had already restrained his strength, to Jin, it was still like a furnace of molten iron slowly flowing through his meridians.

But Jin remained silent, guarding his mind and circulating his internal energy according to the "Sage's Manual" he had just memorized.

One week.

Two weeks.

Three cycles.

At first, he was a little awkward, but Jiang Chen steadily followed behind, and every step he took was solid.

Gradually, the scattered true energy within Jin's body was twisted into a single stream.

After he barely caught up, Jiang Chen's palm suddenly tightened.

The true qi first rises sharply from the Mingmen point, rushing all the way through the coccyx, the spine, and the Yuzhen point, straight up to the Baihui point;

Then it slowly pressed down from the front of the body, past the throat, past the chest, past the dantian, and finally back to the dantian.

This up-and-down movement was equivalent to forcefully opening up Jin's Ren and Du meridians.

"boom!"

Jin felt a sudden jolt in his chest and back, as if two long-blocked doors inside his body had been shoved open.

The pent-up anger dissipated instantly, and his limbs and bones felt lighter. Many places that were previously difficult to move also relaxed at this moment.

But that's not all.

Jiang Chen did not stop. Taking advantage of the momentum of the opened Ren and Du meridians, he pushed the true qi in his body back and forth several times, smoothing out the hidden injuries left by years of hard training, and then pressed the true qi that had just been gathered back into the dantian.

When the energy returned to his dantian, Jin's entire body trembled, as if he had been struck from the inside out by a heavy hammer.

The waterfall roared incessantly, and the water vapor swirled around the two of them.

Jin sat on the bluestone, but the heat emanating from his body grew stronger, and sweat dripped down his chin, soaking his clothes.

However, the flow of energy within his body was gradually stabilizing.

When the ninth great cycle was completed, Jiang Chen suddenly withdrew the true energy he had been channeling from his palm.

The newly generated energy within Jin's body did not dissipate; instead, it began to circulate on its own along the path of the "Sage's Manual."

At this moment, he finally truly grasped the basics.

The barrier that had previously stood in his way was forcefully pushed aside by Jiang Chen.

Jin suddenly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath of white air.

The breath traveled for several dozen feet before disappearing slowly into the mist of the waterfall.

The sky was already turning white.

The news was passed on from late at night until dawn.

Jiang Chen withdrew his hands, his expression remaining calm, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

Jin slowly stood up, feeling his internal energy flowing smoothly and smoothly, and his movements were much more stable than before.

He simply raised his hand, and the swirling mist in front of him was forced to disperse to both sides by the invisible force, and the bluestone under his feet also cracked with several fine lines.

He knew very well that if he relied solely on his own hard work to get to this point, it would take him at least several more decades to achieve it.

And now, the door has been pushed open.

He has finally truly stepped into the threshold of becoming a Grandmaster of the Ultimate Path, possessing a century's worth of cultivation!

Jin turned around, his eyes slightly hot, and clasped his hands in a gesture of respect before bowing again.

Jiang Chen raised his hand to stop him.

"That's all I can do to help you."

"How you train from here on out, and how far you can go, depends on yourself."

Jin nodded emphatically.

"This disciple has remembered."

Jiang Chen glanced at him and said calmly:

"Also, keep carrying that black cloth bundle on your back, it's good for show. When it really comes time to take action, don't forget what you're best at."

Jin was taken aback for a moment, then looked down at the black cloth wrapping behind him, and finally a smile he couldn't suppress appeared on his face.

"Yes."

Jiang Chen turned around and sat back down on the blue stone by the waterfall, his tone as indifferent as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

"Let's go down the mountain."

Jin took two steps back and solemnly clasped his hands in a salute.

"Take care, Master."

After saying that, he turned and walked back the way he came, until his figure disappeared into the mountain mist.

Jinguang Temple is located hundreds of miles away from the Tianshan Mountains.

After leaving Ironheart Island, Kuang Sen searched for Huai Kong and Huai Mie all the way.

But his mind was already in a mess, and he couldn't speak fluently. Apart from repeatedly chanting the names Huai Kong and Huai Mie, he couldn't say many things clearly at all.

People he encountered on the street either turned and ran away in fright because of his face, or they thought he was crazy and no one paid any attention to him.

A skinny monkey soliciting customers at the street corner set his sights on him.

Seeing that he was a frighteningly large man, yet still had some silver on him, the skinny monkey immediately came up to him with a smile, saying that all sorts of people lived in the Golden Light Temple, and that as long as he went in and took a look around, he was guaranteed to find out the whereabouts of Huai Kong and Huai Mie.

Kuang Sen believed it.

As soon as they entered, they were lured step by step into the backyard gambling table.

Jin Guang Temple sounds like a temple, but it's anything but peaceful inside.

The front hall was bustling with worshippers, while the back courtyard was filled with gambling tables.

Many people had just finished kowtowing in front of the Buddha statue when they went into the backyard to gamble, shouting until their faces were red and their necks were thick.

The sounds of dice rolling, shouting, and cursing mingled together, making it so noisy it was numbing.

The air was filled with the smells of smoke, alcohol, and sweat, which made people nauseous after a while.

Near the large table in the middle stood a particularly conspicuous, large man.

The man's upper body was frighteningly strong; his coarse cloth clothes were almost completely filled by his muscles.

His face was twisted and bulging, so ugly that no one dared to look at him for long. On top of that, he wore a strangely styled metal helmet, which made him look even more bizarre.

It was Kuang Sen.

The skinny guy standing next to him had a fawning smile on his face, saying, "I'll bet again, I'm sure to win next time," but he had already quietly taken a few steps back.

Kuang Sen couldn't tell there was something fishy about what he was saying.

All he remembered was that the man had said he would take him to find Huai Kong and Huai Mie if he won money.

After a few rounds, the loose silver he carried was almost gone.

The dealer slammed his hand on the table and shouted loudly:

"Place your bet now! Open!"

With a flick of the wrist, the three dice came to a smooth, steady stop.

"One, two, three, six o'clock, little one!"

Kuang Sen stared intently at the table, his already heavy breathing becoming even more erratic.

He looked down at his empty hand, then looked up at the dice on the table, as if he didn't understand for a moment.

Someone nearby couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Lost again. This big oaf is so easy to fool."

The skinny monkey sensed something was wrong and turned to run away.

Suddenly, Kuang Sen reached out and grabbed his arm.

"You said...you won...you'd take me to find someone..."

His voice was terribly hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

The skinny monkey was in so much pain that his face turned pale. He struggled desperately, but he still kept laughing incoherently.

"Find it! Of course we'll find it! Let go first, then place another bet, and it'll be over in no time—"

Before he could finish speaking, the blood vessels in Kuang Sen's eyes suddenly burst open.

He doesn't know everything.

But he could tell that the man was still lying to him.

The next instant, Kuang Sen suddenly swung his hand, sending the skinny monkey flying.

"Bang!"

The skinny monkey crashed into a nearby table, rolling around on the bench. His screams instantly drowned out the shouts from half the yard.

There was a moment of silence.

Immediately afterwards, the entire gambling den exploded.

Kuang Sen's chest heaved violently as he stared intently at the gambling table in front of him, letting out a low growl he couldn't suppress.

"You're lying to me...you're all lying to me..."

He suddenly reached out and gripped the edge of the table, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

"rise!"

With a roar, he single-handedly overturned the heavy mahogany gambling table.

Dice, dominoes, broken silver coins, and teacups flew everywhere, causing gamblers around to run for their lives, crying and screaming.